Lonely Nostalgia Poems

This poem is written for the "When Silence Speaks" poetry contest.
Date Submitted: 07/05/2024

the air conditioner soothing my heated skin
fire brick curtains with their red dyed...

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I felt alone, though there were multiple crowds around me.
I felt, I should go to a lonely place and cry aloud.
Why, though the environs are...

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The soft breeze whispered in a barely heard whiff.
Emptiness enveloped the lovely old park
Past life has been hard and now all are dead stiff.
Hot tears...

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Eventually,
I get everything I want,
Even if my list goes endlessly,

But now,
In this moment,
All I want
Are ur arms,
Ur hands,
Ur eyes,
To be mine to look at

I want...

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White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there;
welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls.

Cupped hands warm around porcelain...

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A lonely dock
Where memories are carved letter plus letter
Where hope lies in absence of written end
Where wind nips softly, devoid of ability to cut
Where a...

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On the cliff at the Worm’s Head 
High above the horns of the bay
I see the surfers ride great waves
With horses’ manes
That ever fail, but...

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Only Alone

Life alone
Isn’t lonely
Life alone
Only means only

Only I play
Only I write
Only I hear
The dawn birds delight

Only I seek 
Only I trek 
Only I gaze 
At...

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I found it behind an old work bench, water stained and curled on the corners, looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. But like in...

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to nap or not to nap
whether it is glorious solitude
existing in a dream
or awake in the daymare
that age has bestowed this day
a lonely orphan from...

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The way memories sift through golden leaves
The trees a ring within which rests the sun
Your back against a tree
A hand on my leg

In that moment...

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i sit in my car,
idling with the burning engine.
my radio only plays your voice,
my rearview mirror only shows your car.
handprints plastered around the seat, the...

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Reduced to a couple once again, 
Remembering this is how our life once began, 
Blessed by God with three children, 
Now all grown up and...

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When the lights go off
When curtains are drawn  
When stillness settles here
    
 I lie thinking 
    ...

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I can remember passing through
this town as a child,
stopping for a pie
on our way north.
Now it’s bypassed – barely more
than a clot lodged 
in the...

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