Nostalgia Words Poems

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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A few things represent me:
The color grey for example,
She's a beaute, isn't she?
I've felt drawn to her, especially when my soul had been just that,...

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What is? 
Fortitude. 
Let that sink in for a while. 
Missed the mark. Damn names, 
who's falling behind, body or mind? 
Image, like you know...

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She tells me every time she reads what I write
Her head goes up in the clouds
The same feeling she gets when I turn her pages
Handling...

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I wish I could just lean next you and tell you how I feel about you.
I wish I could whisper into your ear and tell...

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Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which...

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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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Poetry is a naturally simple speech
Poetry is a well-organized speech
It is the profound expression of the soul
The digital or verbal dialect of the heart
Poetry is...

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A slight hesitation
Overlooking what's written
Need yet unfilled
Something tastes different
Aggravation, is this all we get to be?
I am somewhere else, same destination
So bitter, not sweet
Taking words...

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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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From the mirror to the picture and back to the mirror
Eyes fixated on the girl she has become
Her mind floats, trying to find something to...

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Steam and smoke trains, dont fume anymore,lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;
If they would fume, it...

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Words
are simply
noise now
that morning
has come -
not envelopes
of meaning tucked
into the soft folds
of sound -
or whispers
that caressed 
when you were still
and felt
the contours
of something
holding you -
before
the...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in...

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