by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories:
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
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
our love growing out of reach
by Lynn Marie |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, heart, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion,
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 Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
happiness, life, love, nostalgia, people, me, me, morning,
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 Rhoda Tripp |
Categories:
childhood, crush, cute love, first love, heartbreak, love, nostalgia,
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…
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 Jeff Burris |
Categories:
nostalgia,
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 Lynn Marie |
Categories:
food, imagination, life, love, nature, nostalgia, passion,
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,
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,
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 Mike Gentile |
Categories:
how i feel, memory, nostalgia, time, travel,
Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the records on my shelf
Just flip a switch and there I am
A version of my younger self
I turn the beat around all night
In memories of Disco shoes
A fever boils inside my brain
Love for the night is mine to lose
Who says I can’t go back in time
No, not the clock that haunts my wall
The tick and tock now tock and tick
As I drift back and have a ball
As pages turn in rhythmic flow
The photos in my book agree
It’s just as though I’m really there
Another sip of wine for me!
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
absence, beauty, longing, love, moon, nature, nostalgia,
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 iolanda Scripca |
Categories:
lost love, love, nostalgia
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
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
www.scripca.com
by Gary Radice |
Categories:
england, feelings, film, nostalgia,
There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.
I was staring from the platform
When a distant dot appeared.
It grew in size and shape and form
And sounded as it neared.
I caught blurred faces turning
As they thundered by so fast
To briefly glimpse where strangers met
Each Thursday in the past.
Back then the steam and music
Lit up life's black and white.
By tugging strings when love went wrong
Rachmaninoff was right.
by Thvia Shetley |
Categories:
happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,
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 arthur vaso |
Categories:
art, beauty, lost love, love, nostalgia, sorrow,
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 yesica lantigua |
Categories:
lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, time, longing,
My Body is living
in a broken Valley of Kisses
Each Night longing to
Be held in your arms until the Morning
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, nostalgia,
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
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,
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 Jim Marshal |
Categories:
love, nature, nostalgia, passion, peace, places, romance,
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
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,
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,
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.