Nostalgia Simile Poems | Examples
These Nostalgia Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Nostalgia. These are the best examples of Simile Nostalgia poems written by international poets.
How lucky I feel to live for real,
melancholia that is hard to reveal
imagine.scribble. gives me chill
Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill
How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
See it in a different point of view
Cause you only got one side of me, and nothin's new
Shocking to feel a positive charge
Unusual sensation in my heart
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
Don't be surprised with a big invisible spark.
If Australia was a poem
It would be written in galloping Iambic
Full of characters leaning toward the laconic
Every line a simile, every name a diminutive
If Australia was a poem
It would be a sun drenched beach
A perpetual holiday of non-stop mate-ship,
good-natured joke telling and weekend BBQ’s
If Australia was a poem
It’s lines would start out leafy, ending in spinnifex,
head out of the big smoke to beyond the Black Stump
No matter what happened in between-
“She’d be right mate.
If Australia was a poem
It would be flowing like the landscape
It would speak to you of far away,
of scented , sun warmed winds and
distant shades of green and grey.
If Australia was a poem
I’d keep it close to heart
It’s familiar lines of birdsong and patriotic verse,
mingling in memory this land-my home.
Time Passing
I can see the wrinkles in the mirror,
even without my glasses.
What does that mean?
They are deep and permanent.
Youth has fled my appearance.
Yet, it has not left my heart.
The fact, of reality...
can not change my soul.
The creases next to my eyes... are from laughing.
My mother told me not to do that,
it would change my face forever.
She was right, and she was wrong.
I put my specs back on,
having washed the sleep from my eyes.
I can see better,
I do not look away.
The lines of time, they are still there,
deeper even than before.
That is okay,
I find I do not care... to stare.
I smile and remember, what is was to laugh.
I long to do it still.
I want to embrace my last days,
with happy thoughts, of God, family, and friends.
I refuse the darkness of evil dismay,
and embrace the joy of knowing...
that this is not the end, but the beginning.
It starts with now and continues on,
to the place prepared.
I take one last long look into the smooth surface of the mirror.
It can not hold the image of my life in its reflection,
it can only keep the moments...
that I let it have.
You left but are not gone;
like an amputation—gone
but still here.
When love is experienced,
it is always.
Lost love is as a raindrop
in a puddle.
An evaporated puddle
remains water;
and so does its imprint:
Though we can’t often keep
track of the time,
its footprints remain;
and so it is with episodes
of undying love—gone
but still here.
Their love-making was like two seagulls
dancing in the moonlight.
Some highs, some lows.
But ever so slight with time.
I wished that I might be like that.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.
And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"Once you get on that plane, you're not coming back, are you?"
"No," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."
From afar I watch the sun
That's setting in your eyes..
Shades of green melt into tangerine..
But I'm just a different hue
From violet to pink and blue
We may never be intertwined..
For we are parallel dimensions
Of the mind
But if I may say
The vibrance in your eyes
Is beautifully enchanting..