Nostalgia Poems
All Good Things Come to an End
by Ian Fraser
Closing a good book is like losing a friend.
But alas, all good things come to an end.
It’s like that perfect Fall day,
When the weather is just right.
Then you remember that it won’t stay,
And Winter’s just in sight.
Or those days you had as a kid,
Spending time with your grandparents.
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In the Good Old Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
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Yesteryear
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A superb time,
A long ago nursery rhyme,
Distant bells chime,
Grassy hills to climb.
Grandfather's clock,
The crowing of the cock,
Doors they didn't lock,
A lady's smock.
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Nostalgia
by S. SALFITI
A phone call won’t fix the past
nor will it bring our country back
nor will it erase the years of separation
or the memories of wars and shatter for generations
A visit may not heal the broken hearts
nor will it bring the dead back
nor will it bridge the gap
between you, me and the families who scattered beyond the map
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Journey
by Okunola iyanuoluwa
In the road in my car i am,
I turn the dial, searching for a familiar tune,
Jazz, a pop, any instruments to bring my sustenance,
Miles pass, the road stretching endlessly ahead,
Static takes over, silencing the music,
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The Scissor Tale
by John Stetson
Walking down the fence line on a sultry night
A scissortail led me with it's slicing flight
Bluebonnets are fading, with her brown eye Susan winks
Past the muddy draw where the divers blink
Roses are prim, paint brushes still dry
But color is calling my wandering eye
I can just get away from the din and the crush
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Reflections
by K Louis
We went to El Yunque
and took photos of the
crooked forest on that
rainy day in May.
I still have the mosaic
in my head,
how well you worked with
broken pieces
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Fractured Wishes
by K Louis
On a mountain top
in Samoa
where the old cannon
sits
shooting star after
shooting star
falling into the
distant
ocean
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Ruin
by K Louis
you
and me
were in the truck
flying down an old dusty
road after some fishing
the sky was peach
and you shared
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Between Seasons
by K Louis
I wrote those poems on impulse
walking around the trees in Walnut Creek
lost in a wonderland of mind
I found comfort in God.
I burned all the wobbly words
like cutting up dead branches
I'm still here/there
December at Yase
Snyder stands out like sea glass
on a gloomy day and
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