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Love Poems About Nostalgia or Nostalgia Love Poems
by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


by Rickie Elpusan |
Categories: loss, love, nostalgia, sad, time,

carved on a willow

carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heart, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion,

one brief moment

In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
without a word spoken
palm open for my hand.

Nary a harp string plucked
silence graced the air
silhouettes became one
my heart I laid bare.

Candle wicks were unlit
full moon a distant past
my emerald eyes glowed
your love echoing back.

Fire  our skin to skin heat
scent unique unto us
not a flower in bloom
our souls we gave in trust.

In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
the memory of each breath
my bliss I'll always have.











03-28-2017

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: introspection, life, memory, nostalgia,

Thoughts Undressed

It’s all in there
     Somewhere inside my head
Every memory, every vision
     Every word I’ve ever said

There are certain times I can recall
     Certain moods that bring to mind
Precious, long past memories
     On which a light once shined

From the deepest, darkest crevice
     I’ll think of something dear
Old snap shots in black and white
     And always with a tear

I love those moods of deep connection
     With my life in thoughts undressed
It’s when I know without a doubt
     How much that I’ve been blessed



by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: happiness, life, love, nostalgia, people, me, me, morning,

If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...

by Jeff Burris |
Categories: nostalgia,

A Flower

I love the smell and softness
of a flower as it lay
spread in splendid color 
and sweet aroma stayed
like a virgins' kiss
with inviting touch
that gently opens
to give itself away.

by Rhoda Tripp |
Categories: childhood, crush, cute love, first love, heartbreak, love, nostalgia,

Love Letter

In the back of my closet,
high upon the shelf,
there sits an old love letter
that I keep to myself.

Its pages are crumpled,
the edges a tad bit torn.
I can recite his words by memory,
although the writings worn.

He tells of his undying love,
and how we were meant to be.
Our vows whispered at the church,
they were our fantasy.

Like all things, neither tried nor true,
we had to be apart.
A victim of the ages,
he broke my sixth grade heart.

by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, seasons

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: food, imagination, life, love, nature, nostalgia, passion,

delectable pleasure

on a quiet 
Sunday 
afternoon
rain 
playfully 
danced
amidst the 
flourishing 
trees of 
Georgia.

memories 
tempt 
tastebuds
with a 
sweet juicy 
nectar
ripe with 
luscious 
desire.

sensually 
fragrant
arousing 
all senses
slowly, 
delicately, 
sensually.

peaches 
simply are..

the Fruit 
of the 
Gods..

one of 
life's 
delectable 
pleasures,
for the God 
& Goddess 
in all.

by Brandee Augustus |
Categories: childhood, love, nostalgia, school, teenme,

His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: love, nostalgia,

Pictures of You

I love looking at pictures of you. I stroke your hair, touch your check – I even pat your nose and just grin. Such sentimental heart peak No better grin could seek. I love looking at pictures of you. My eyes glow looking into yours - My fingers trace your sweet face. Such tender sweetness flows. No love has stronger glow. On your pictures, I love to dwell For since you were but a morsel I have been your softest sell. I love looking at pictures of you, My baby sister love pastel.
... CayCay October 30, 2016

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: absence, beauty, longing, love, moon, nature, nostalgia,

MOON WHISPERS



the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear
memories of fiery delight  
the full moon dangles low tonight
graceful herons glide in full flight   
I’d trade them all to hold you near
the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear



AP: 1st place 2020

Submitted on November 15, 2018, for contest  LATE NOVEMBER sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

and June 12, 2018, for contest MOON POETRY sponsored by KEVIN SHAW

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: father, love, nature, nostalgia, spiritual, surreal, tribute,

THE ROAD TO MY FATHER'S HOUSE



The road to my father’s house
Is paved with hills and valleys
Outstretched horizons
And sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
Each slope each field
With a consuming veneration
Fueled with layers of history
And virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
Sublime that swells as I get closer
Except my eyes aim higher now
Slightly above the horizon
Somewhere behind the clouds
Above the hills and valleys



AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  HONORABLE MENTION

Originally posted on August 6, 2019

by iolanda Scripca |
Categories: lost love, love, nostalgia

Lost in Japan

Origami soul
Pressed in rice paper tightly
A tomb of beauty
Memory of Geisha's heart
Tsunami tears in albums...

www.scripca.com


by iolanda Scripca |
Categories: life, nostalgia, sad, social

buried secrets

where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul

koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress

words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes

geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream

men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
harakiri end

in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly
 
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by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, lost love, love, nostalgia, sorrow,

I Wish I was Wrong

I wished as a child upon a star
For Christmas to never be very far

Then I wished for a lovers kiss
I dreamed that love would never fall amiss

I wish at times I was not so smart
Wisdom brings disappointment after dark

I wish at times I was not always right
Happiness you see, is about letting love take flight
			
I truly wish one day to be wrong
So that you girl, will cry for me and sing me my song

by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,

Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, nostalgia,

Flapping In The Wind

Flapping in the wind bouncing to and fro hanging on by a thread knowing shortly I'll let go I remember when . . . that day you brought me home I was so fresh and new bright and bold bounded tight you'd cinch me up I'd keep you warm at night As time went on I no longer cleaned up well but still I was your favorite bringing to you warmness comfort when you need it and the scent of your loving home I know I will never be the one you fell in love with and many others will take my place I will never get the picture out of my head when you would put me on that glow upon your face

by nicholas windle |
Categories: childhood, family, happiness, love, nostalgia, sea

There was a time

The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
 In awe and wonder of many things,
 Through eyes so young that new life brings.

  N  Windle.   MMXI.

by L. J. Carber |
Categories: age, appreciation, inspirational, love, nostalgia, relationship, soulmate,

An Aging Wife

I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a 
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of 
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.

I now can easily see the old woman
she will become, and while I miss her
light-stepping, insouciant youth
which pulled both heart and body,
at last I can hear love's secret sound
as she draws my soul ever closer.

(May, 2015)












































by yesica lantigua |
Categories: lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, time, longing,

My Body

My Body is living in a broken Valley of Kisses Each Night longing to Be held in your arms until the Morning

by Jim Marshal |
Categories: love, nature, nostalgia, passion, peace, places, romance,

All Through Tuscany

The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.

The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.

by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday

by Tracy Decker |
Categories: loss, nostalgia, sad, tree, tree,

Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

by Kate Mcnaughton |
Categories: brother, daughter, children, happiness, love, nostalgia, sister, thank you,

Me and My Sister

i mind when i was wee
playing games with my sister

we kept each other free
me and my sister

we loved with all our hearts
protecting each sister

even after having kids
joined each sister

Combining all these things
playing all the games
loving with our hearts
loving each others kids

We are glued, me and my sister!!

                By Kate Mcnaughton.