Nostalgic Poems - Poems about Nostalgic

On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

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A lily-white stage once bloomed and blossomed in rose garden plots then time’s “green fingers” sunk a withered root...

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when summer was a caterpillar moving at a crawl, it became the butterfly brightest of all...

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Childhood memories come back on nostalgic track. With naivety I’m happy, find the child in me. ...

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Feeling nostalgic for the simplicity of childhood; before innocence rubs off and defines us....

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I will turn the page, to a place of peace, a street of hued trees, ending with a pond, of gliding white swans....

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love rings in still rooms, scent of long-lost blooms. song drifts from the past, soft stares that don't last— rise as gone perfumes. Contest Title: WHAT THE WORLD LOVES Poetry Contest Sponsor's Name: Nette Onclaud Date Written: June 25, 2025...

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A chick plucked off its wing Down the tall oak branches it sung A song sung nigh free of yearning Down the hazy amber elm til its life hung Near the shore, a kindred spirit melted its last candle Melted under the dark night sky, its damping light drew him closer Resuscitating his clockwork, its hand ticked, he threw himself...

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nostalgic thoughts hovering late at night friendly ghosts AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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May your pain erode you alike the touch of stagnation upon a rotting corpse- akin to a wilted rose stained with the stench of fear & longing....

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Putting in writing Listening to others Listening to myself Leaning on my feet A chair, rose in a vase A bird singing outside the window It hurts so much that I want to pass out for a few days It's shameful. It's scary. It's furious....

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The Weight of Time Time moves like a quiet tide, softly stealing what once was mine. Faces blur, voices fade, memories drift like autumn leaves. The clock hands never pause, never ask if I’m ready or not. They just keep turning, pulling me forward, leaving the past behind. I reach for moments slipping away, but time is a river, and I am the shore. Watching, waiting,...

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Through all the years of these elemental seasons changing, I've thought about all of the reasons why life can be depressing, As well as why all these memories trespass my every feeling....

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Sitting in a dim room I wait I start to hesistate Should I leave or should I stay I feel like I'm only going to get in the way Suddenly the door opens And a man smiles It's a girl he says It was worth the while Im going to be a father Why was my mind playing would I rather I'm so glad I...

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"I am leaving now, my love." I wistfully with misty eyes say, As he kissed my lips while wiping all of my tears away. I leave the pasta here, for I know I'll come again every day....

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