Childhood Nostalgia Poems

Trailing clouds of glory do we come
The magical moments of childhood
When we felt at one with the universe
Spinning dizzily with delight

Or with more of horrible...

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Once grandeur,  
and perched on an expansive terrain 
The humble monumental frame 
that had bounced children's laughter
from its walls 
And had displayed historical images...

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Running fancy free into a field,
Chasing butterflies my path revealed,
My arms outstretched into the sky,
I am so happy--not caring why.
Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring...

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silently, I walk a sun blown field
my childhood lips red with raspberries
that grow wild behind our home
my fingers stained with the sweet juice
I hear my...

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Sixty years have passed.
No one knew how to spell its name.
No one knew when it first opened.
It was forever, like the infernal summer heat.
It stands...

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Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile,
Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle.
Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light,
Embers...

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Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!

Daises,...

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On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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I have done everything.
I have survived the harshest winters, braved the fiercest jungles, and fought the most heroic battles.
You have too.
You looked to your friend,...

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School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when...

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The cliffs are being  eaten away 
By the constant pulsing tide.
Now just a short walk from the lane
When it  was once a short...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood...

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Thinking about the good old days
Reminiscing for a little while
Some memories made me happy, some made me sad
Some brought a tear and some brought a...

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