People Nostalgia Poems

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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"Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet

The coconuts have gone awry,
and its fronds...

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The autumn that had remained monotonous-
  For many decades,
  Now tears and takes pieces of hearts,
  Along with its old leaves, flowers,
...

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Some Mimosa trees are still bare,
such a deep sadness they declare;
lethargy is another form of bitter sobriety...
when sorrow looms amid spectacular beauty!

Luke after school assumes...

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Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins
Crippled curtains living in psycho domains
We demolished this city not just this city the World
I can't live slow enough...

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I’m a people watcher 
A thing I instinctively do
Please don’t take offence 
If you see me watching you
Walking, such a common thing
We do every single...

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Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as...

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the old days were really good
going through your neighborhood
leaving doors unlocked for neighbors
to walk through if they need favors 
or to visit for some fun
when...

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"Old photographs have something that is beautiful
and timeless, like works of art."

            ...

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In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, 
The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me 
To your open...

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I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And...

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We all find ways
to cherish a moment,
the ones we wish
would last forever.

Some of us
snap photos.
A camera in our faces
every chance we can.
'For the memories' 
some...

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   Snapshots of a gentler time
     rainbows filled my mind
   Freshwater streams, nature unsullied
   ...

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You can always hear the jangling sound,
Of the organ grinder as he makes his way around.

He's out there in the rain or sun,
And everyone looks...

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People of the Night 
Atlantic House Tavern

Street lights glow on aged stone walls, 
Follow life’s beat, the old tavern calls. 
Silhouettes framed in soft window...

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