Nostalgia Romantic 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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I sing my thoughts a lullaby
And beg them to be still
Unruly children full of play
They go against my will

Another game of hide and seek
Each one...

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This perfect setting from the past
An era gone though filmed to last,
Strangely set a wistful thought
As memories and dreams were caught.

How love had lured me...

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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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The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,

Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,

Waves of surreal petals,
As the...

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Day by day, by frame
Your tender, loving, care poise
Haunt me, day by day....

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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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Would I be disappointed though
If this didn’t lead to more?
Four years of waiting
And all we have is idle conversation.
Two people who changed so much
That they’re...

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You were so beautiful yesterday,
When the air smelled of wildfires,
When a nostalgic fog painted the city with sepia
When I got a flat tire.

You were so...

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Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the...

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Until it happened
Just till then,
I was so tired
Nearly insane.
But in a pinch
I felt so light,
Or was it heavy? 
Can't remember right.
Not that far away,
But not...

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It is when the night is at its darkest hour
That I open the door of my memories
And walk back into the arms
Of the one who...

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Dusk sings a lullaby-
I lie in the arms of sleep.
Then I begin a voyage
In search of her who cradles my love.
I tread a luxuriant meadow
Across...

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We stayed out late at night: back then;
In the warmer months of the season
We would go down to the lake for fun.

If it hadn't been...

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you could hear the little jingle
from the assorted silver charms
hanging from the heavy bracelets
that she wore loosely on her arms

a pleasant little noise keeping
to the...

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