Passion Nostalgia Poems

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. - Maggie Stiefvater,...

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Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things,
But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings.

The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and...

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She met him when her heart was young,
Fell hard and fast, but it was a feeling unsung.

Time would take her down so many roads,
Where life...

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Couched in the season,
by a fireplace ablaze.
The winter with it's snowy soft edges,
tasted bittersweet
-since I reminisced once more
of just how pleasing it was
in the golden...

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Violet skies regard the drowsy moon,
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write.

Stars glisten on the...

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Upon this rock, was my fate etched
By the hands of Akooke Olemo. 
I lingered on her laps like mummy’s boy,
Though my own blood at me,...

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late November air,
crisp
pale with the steamy breath of borderless joy
for children who sit curbside
bundled in the bulk of layers softening cold
children (mitten heavy) 
 ...

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I remember
Being that little girl,
Holding that daisy, pulling
Each petal away while saying
“He loves me” then, “He loves me not”
Always hoping for the love that I...

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My gallery of timeless treasure!!!

Keeping some memories frozen in time,
Photos can make the moments alive,
Connecting us to our past in seconds,
Some bonds close to heart...

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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and...

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My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink...

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intimate season abode
snow gateway
towel
sands at sundown
veranda
keep an eye out
in the roadways

I bore a portrait
because it ne'er was

keep it veiled
in the cloud
from my musings
only this
Wandering verdict
echo
unused...

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It is the happiness edged with sadness and pain,
The feeling of dancing alone in the rain.
It’s longing for something you’ll never get,
The missing of someone...

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In these times of plenty 
I see some dreadful scenes,
Yesterday a girl too poor
To have holes in her jeans.
I felt for that lassie
For I know...

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They came in a flurry
Was it desperation?
Or
Was she really in a hurry?
Wanting to connect to someone
She loved so dearly...
The man 
Now recalling those moments
Tries hard...

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