Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

As we wait for the day To start over anew We watch the sunrise Dry the morning dew. You have a paper, And I have a bowl This drink has stained everything, Even seeped to our souls. When we were younger We would dance...Read the rest...

You open the door And hear a creak. A longing for what once was, But never again will be. No souls lie contained. Only memories live here. Do not be afraid, It’s only a House, dear. The Old House is lonely. Look at...Read the rest...

I have been pushed and pulled, Across an empty expanse, Growing smaller and smaller with time. Used until nothing was left for me to do. I watched as they used others, breathing life within their blood. That once blank place. That once...Read the rest...

I feel like I lost a piece of myself When our love fell apart. When I'm alone, I always thinks That everything's gonna be alright. Loneliness makes me look back at myself And realized things I've never seen before....Read the rest...

Age twenty has passed Look back, smile silently Beauty sigh of youth....Read the rest...

Where tides once gossiped for many an hour about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour, the strong opinions o’ friends will minds devour. A reputation guarded against smut and smiles that’s ever radiant abut the cultivated, fertile soil...Read the rest...

Smell of coffee Same experience indeed with Smell of the sea....Read the rest...

Our picture frame window Is garlanded with evergreen limbs Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells And outside From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas Santa waves Lit up like a little lantern The hope for...Read the rest...

Silent nights and silent days Silver pines of yesterday Still-celebrating reprise of rosy cheeks and snowy heights of treetop angels and brilliant lights Glowing bulbs and flying sleds Destiny in dreamy beds for morrow’s Christmas is presenting and unwrapping Springtide memories are clapping...Read the rest...

If you had a genie in a bottle and it told you that you could make any 3 wishes You would not wish for gold you would not wish for riches you would not wish for fame. You would wish...Read the rest...

There are only so many pages and so many stages Of life I can riddle and write on through Until the paper's a waste, and the words are bad taste And I can't tell fiction from true Until...Read the rest...

I sat on a chair completely nervous to know where I would do my youth service. Then came the rudest shock of my whole life, I'd have to go up north where strifes were rife. I didn't even try...Read the rest...

Butterfly weed ______________ All required to explain, Was the spoon full of taste. Taste of earth, The taste of the sun, Going up and down in symphony. Little dolls, Recreating its system Choosing the right and wrong in various flowers. A secret tunnel, To the other...Read the rest...

Another night, an empty page as yet untouched; impatiently awaits some thought, some hope, some dream... it lies there, almost tauntingly; as if to say... "You call yourself a poet?... No, I don't think so; you play with...Read the rest...

Para discernir Herir intencionalmente que sin intención duele Envolver estas vasijas espirituales para discernir provocado y desenterrado aprovechando especiales Herida intencionalmente que sin intención duele heridas abiertas filtran valor en pedales somnolientos que determinan moral y ética. Para discernir Reflexiones confirman Velos armonizan lucha...Read the rest...