Nostalgia Passion 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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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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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 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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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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Your love is like the moonlit night
With dancing stars, brilliant and alive
Piercing the sky with shimmering laughter
Joy so enthusiastic it just trembles pleasure
Beyond description, beyond...

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A legend.
A story.
Gold.
The fever.
My true love is finding,
History of true relics of the past.
My professor found an old map,
In his mother's belongings,
After her passing.
Laughing he...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as...

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When i remember that
one day i sailed in
your sea of love
with my igneous body
full of ardor...
When i remember
of the lip feasts
of yours and my kisses
at...

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Passion fruit vine
  
A deep blue in the shroud of nostalgia
Had laid garland around the chain-link fence
Once again emitting the fine aroma
Percolating through the...

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For I got to see a glimpse of you 
I worship the holy spirit everyday to keep you near
An atheist bowing down to god 
For...

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pitty-pit-pat, pitty-pit-pat ...

dark attic, echoing ... tenderly
rain on tin roof above,
her nana's voice, ages hence -
lives ago, really ... calling …

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