Childhood Nostalgia Poems

There was a field behind our grandparents' house in the province.
A wide one, green and glimmering, where the rice stalks swayed and the dragonflies danced.
Back...

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The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown,
Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee
In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town
Where gravity forgot...

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The pavement claims ice cream from little sticky fingers. Cries echo through the air, tugging at the heartstrings of first-time parents. Turned-out pockets disarmed, everyone...

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noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.

children shriek!—a liquid...

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Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A...

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Saturday Morning Routines**

The familiar smell of wood smoke slowly filled my bedroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Through my window, I caught sight...

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Pixie within the pink
let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance
Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound...

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Under the solar system
in our basement I sat,
copying schematics of
superheterodyne radios
from a book on electronics,
while my dad, across from me,
stood at his drawing board 
illustrating...

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Oh, if I could see once more
a gumball machine in a grocery store.
Alas, these days, I never do see any,
although, they only cost a penny...

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Wandering in the corridors of my heart 
Somewhere in a mystical part 
I came across a curious door 
But It felt like the  life's...

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c a c k e d pavement and chalk,
    o     c      c
h ...

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I used to ride the train
from school to home and back,
every other weekend,
in an old Pullman car
built in the nineteen-thirties.
It smelled like my grandma’s house—
a...

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There was once
a pink plaid elephant
whose trunk I kissed to sleep.
I won her fair and square—
a coloring contest,
Top Value Stamps.

She slept beside me
every night.
Her trunk,...

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Delectable dreams of sweet treats 
chasing after the ice cream truck.
Lunge for that strawberry eclair,
fast like your life depends on it.

A street’s dead end cul-de-sac...

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In forgotten fields of green,
Where laughter echoed, wild and free,
I chase the ghosts of childhood's dream,
And whispers of yesterday's sweet theme.

Sunday morning, bright and fair,
Church...

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