Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

Do you remember like I do, the way we’d jump with giddy— Or how we’d grit our teeth, waiting for something to happen? Your feeling, A pulse that nipped the green off my leaves, like I was holding something...Read the rest...

The old bench by the river, paint flaking, wears its years like faded scars, etched with the weight of lovers' whispers, unsent letters, and secrets surrendered to passing air. I sit, toes grazing the slow pull of the current, watching...Read the rest...

Grandma’s wall clock stood with timeless elegance, Its chimes each hour, a heartbeat’s alluring dance. When she passed, it found new rest on my aunt’s wall, Echoes weaving memories' enthralling call. She caught my wistful gaze, then gave it...Read the rest...

I no longer write love poems Cause all the love I have left, is for her and only her It's hard to write when all you'll write about is her While it's for me to know how amazing...Read the rest...

Have you ever wondered that every time you choose something new - it’s exciting, looks and feels fresh, probably swells your heart depending on how much you wanted it.. But there is always this feeling Of nostalgia Lingering in...Read the rest...

How old was I then - maybe seven or eight in grainy black and white. I can remember I was standing outside my grandfathers two story terrace house in Sydney. Must have been around nineteen fifty three, school...Read the rest...

Lilies and Glenda’s hair "Haiku" By Angerry Feliciano The breeze from the east Make the lilies of valley Wave like Glenda’s hair ...Read the rest...

The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact. This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon, To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun Admiring the baby...Read the rest...

Sentimentality ...is the word I was trying to think of, But trying to avoid. Is that Pride? *** Selfish Pride? -Gray Squirrel 11-11-2024...Read the rest...

Remember, it was at a dawnbreak's hush. that you planted my spirit's lush paddock. T'was when stars used to twinkle much brighter, And the sun used to shine better than now. Those were happy times when we lived as...Read the rest...

Behold with joy, our flickering sky. together tonight! See the colorful, myriad, dark islands of stars! Always holding sapphired, colored tomorrows of joyous mores. But I, forever lost in the light rays of your own starry eyes. Your...Read the rest...

How like Eliot it is in tone. Even the landscape has the grime of London in each line. I must have been no more than nineteen when I wrote the poem caught in the spell of his hypnotic...Read the rest...

J.J. sat quietly in the library, Thumbing through a stack of books, looking quite contrary— Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Little Jack Horner, and Jack and Jill, Sifting through, trying not to make noise and sitting still. Her shoulders...Read the rest...

It's a sight to behold Never does it get old Sweet memories to behold Sights, sounds and smells that do not get old Like a gem onto them I hold...Read the rest...

Let’s not even swap names, just live in the now, with no strings, no stakes. Hold me close, but loose enough to let go. Come sunrise, I will be just a whisper in your memory. Let’s hit the liquor...Read the rest...