Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

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In a city of fog and summerless light, London hums softly, but nothing feels right. Years have withered, your name still flows Mithila, a whisper the morning wind knows. We never danced in moonlit embrace, Nor traced our fingers across time or space. But the dots were sent… three soft ellipses… Spoke louder than touches or lover’s kisses. I heard you, without words,...

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I glanced into the broken mirror, The fragments, now separated by cracks, Like islands by a river, each holding a piece of myself, And I, a lamenting boatman, lost in the very waters in between. On one island, I saw the old river bank, by the daffodils, Where we sat and played and sang songs...

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I get close to a good tree I received good shade for free. I dream to see a rainbow scene In the midst of the outpouring rain. It's hard to see the sun in busy fair But it's clear when the sunset is near. The river is so silent and clear It disturbed when I paddle dear....

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Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore that holds old footsteps left behind us and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden sands spindle-legged girls hunt conch shells — starfish found! Blue waters glistening aqua appeal — white horse sea-magic spindrift manes rise from crests awakened from lowest ebb high tide arrives on thunder...

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“The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always asked to do things and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.” T. S. Eliot He travelled miles to see the house in which he was born. The journey and what he found, had made him most forlorn. The laughter that would echo down...

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Dark Days Are Coming Dark days are coming Loping over the far horizon Distant still, a little, Yet they approach, all the same....

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I’ve tried to fall asleep And forget what we were. What we had doesn’t matter If you’re not here to share the moments. What if I never told you? Would we still be together— Or would our relationship Still fall apart in the storm? Thoughts of you flood my mind, And for some reason, they still hurt. Shouldn’t memories of you make me smile? Why is...

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Visiting the small town of my youth, I longed to find lost moments of truth. I tried to find the hope left behind, Time and young days are hard to unwind. I never forgot this town, or names. Time changed it, yet it is still the same. The difference is time has erased All the moments of our time and place. Buildings where...

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?What if we hadn't talked or hadn't even met, ?What if we had a different discussion and another goal to set, ?What if we had been more cautious, maybe our eyes won't be wet, ?What if I say I would not be able to keep studying without you I bet !!! ? ?What if we were all alone in a...

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You had me for a year, I believed it all was true. Every moment, every action, how could it not be? Like a serpentine snake, you slithered inside my mind, my body, squeezing out all my trust, all I believed in you. You made me lower my guards. I believed. I wished I didn’t. You showered me with love, a cascade, a toxic waterfall, drowning me in a...

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Beneath the warm sun, we wander through the tangled branches my grandfather's hands gentle, like the tree itself, rooted and wise He points to a ripe fig, its skin a the color of a jewel. I reach, as he coaches me ripe and unripe Conversation is exchanged his grumbly Italian voice echos like a simple song on the summer day He tells stories under the shade,...

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I keep my memories on a shelf Each one a book, a spine, a name A library of all I've lived Of all I've felt and seen Some volumes end too early Some, stretched across my years And I pull them out when the night feels empty Open to a chapter I thought I forgot Some, I've tried to burn away They still echo...

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How many stories need retelling for this object to achieve sentimental value? Does importance have an expiration date that’s reached when no one‘s left to gather in celebration? How many years must elapse before this object becomes a family heirloom? Does perpetuating an affiliation to the past become burdensome to those living in the present? How many memories are...

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