Romance 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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 Expression Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Silent One
Written 4/15/24



A Time To Reflect

As my last sunset nears

I look back at the sunrise

And dwell on the past

I order another beer

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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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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Angela spoke to Bob then they caught a
Taxi and took a ride through the 80s

Prince decided to take a ride too but he wanted
to go...

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oh those autumns past....cinnamon cider kisses warmed by
the bonfire...

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When you look back, remembering us,
The way we were – in faded photographs,
Yesterday’s dreams like pieces of a puzzle
Pressed into the heart and soul, erasing
Melancholy...

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She experienced life
in her own way

The way a woman will.

At times she loved a man.
At times she was alone.

Collecting Memories,

Like shells on a beach
Or stored...

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When We Woke, Suddenly Thinking We Had Died And Went To Heaven

O' that aroma, jasmine fragrance from her hair
She virgin goddess I an uninformed young...

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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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EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA

Dance With Me
by Michael R. Burch

(circa age 18)

Dance with me
to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies.
Enchantingly,
each highstrung string,
each yearning key,
each a thread within...

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Revving Up Life

Half asleep by my window
watching swirling snow
outside - memories drift
like a slide show, pictures
of my youth so long ago,
almost as real to me...

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Steam and smoke trains, dont fume anymore,lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;
If they would fume, it...

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Rendezvous to barren hill tops in the still of eve, no tones to ricochet only owls and nightingales, the city lights amidst the sky like...

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Crystals in the air of white
             Snowflakes made of pure delight
Gather on a...

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