Nostalgia Rhyme Poems

Whispers of May Rain:
Nature’s Embrace in the Hmar Hills

May rain arrives with a scented sweep,
Over the Hmar Hills, where old memories sleep.

Each droplet recalls a...

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The Cute Old Couple In Their Booth 

Like clockwork, every Sunday
They arrive at the doors 
Of their favorite eatery,
As countless times before
The familiar waitress smiles,...

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The folded board, a map of childhood dreams,
Unfurled upon the rug in sunlit streams.
Familiar streets from Baltic to the Park,
A tiny metal shoe to leave...

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     She fell into his arms, so sweet
     He swept her off her glass-slippered feet
  ...

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The familiar heft, a condensed world inside, 
That sturdy cover where wisdom could reside. 
Reader's Digest, a name both known and true, 
A fixture on...

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do you remember

do you remember...
there were

empty stairways of two flights or more
the sweet aroma from the candy store
endless chatter floating free
from laughing people…like you and...

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The pixelated maze, a vibrant square,
Where Bomberman strode without a single care.
A grid of blocks, some breakable and weak,
While others stood, a fortress we would...

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The star-shaped board, a galaxy of holes,
Where marbles gleamed like miniature suns or souls.
Six vibrant hues, a spectrum waiting there,
For nimble fingers poised with patient...

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Six years have spun like sunlight through the leaves,
A Northern Quezon tapestry my heart weaves.
From city clamor to a gentler sway,
A different rhythm marked each...

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The pulsing red, a scanning eye,
Across the asphalt, swift and sly.
A whisper soft, a turbo boost,
KITT arrived beyond dispute.

Michael Knight, a lone crusader,
Against the wicked,...

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The van rolled in, a rugged sight,
Across the screen in fading light.
Four figures bold, a mismatched crew,
With skills unique and spirits true.

Hannibal Smith, the master...

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The posters bright, the faces young,
A melody that sweetly sung.
Four figures stood, a vibrant line,
A feeling that was truly mine.

Dao Ming Si with fiery gaze,
His...

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These are the toys you will need this year
It is 1959; my tv is near
Saturday morning, we’re watching cartoons
We all need perry puppet made of...

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A tiny box, a plastic, humble frame, 
The beeper lived, a servant to its name. 
No voice it held, no screen of vibrant hue, 
Just...

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Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis...

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