Nostalgia Poems
An Elephant never forgets
by Author Reinvented
"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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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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Memories
by Supriya Yadav
As like season change
Same as people change
I don't know how to reverse
Myself from lover to stranger
Easy for you to change
Difficult for me to accept
It's not actually your fault
Just like season people change
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Still Rise
by Leigh Yah
For months I've been trying to write
Trying to keep my pace, trying to fight
Organizing my words...it felt like suffering from a concussion
'Cause in scribbling I see no passion.
For weeks I've been trying to read
Fiction stories I love indeed
Thank you, Lori Brighton
I was able to explore the world in a new dimension.
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If only I could travel as far as my eyes can see
by Marra Makinen
An eighteen hour trip with two layovers
But when the mechanical wings finally breach the clouds
It's worth it
This land, however distant, is lush and green
Hills mark the skyline and square patches show the division of farms like a patchwork quilt
White dots speckle the ground and I never realized so many sheep existed
It's different here
I can drink despite only being eighteen
Buses and trains take me places I only knew cars to take me before
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Streetlights
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
With the power invested in you to give light
As from 6:45 p.m., you waste no time in
Shining warmly bright;
Gently you flourish, and with the power of
Renewed energy upon which you prompt us
Little kids, reminding us of the ticking clock
In our racing hearts.
Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc.
And your lights, generous, shine on the evening
Sun, slowly sinking beyond giving light.
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De Bokkerijders
by Mario Odekerken
Zuid-Limburg ademt mist
als adem van oude geesten.
De heuvels zwijgen,
maar onder het gras fluistert iets
wat de eeuwen niet hebben kunnen begraven.
Tussen mergel en maanlicht
wordt een eed gefluisterd
in een taal die niemand nog spreekt,
behalve de wind
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Mariakapel Oost-Maarland
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen het groen,
stil langs de weg,
staat zij
met open armen.
Een kaars flikkert,
een hand raakt steen,
woorden worden gedachten,
en stilte wordt gebed.
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De Voerstreek
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen glooiingen en oude paden
ligt een land dat ademt in stilte.
De lucht hangt laag over het gras,
waar boomgaarden zich uitstrekken
als herinneringen die blijven
Hagen slingeren langs de wegen,
klinkers dragen het verhaal van dorpen
waar namen klinken als vergeten liederen.
De tijd beweegt hier trager,
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De Voerstreek
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen glooiingen en oude paden
ligt een land dat ademt in stilte.
De lucht hangt laag over het gras,
waar boomgaarden zich uitstrekken
als herinneringen die blijven
Hagen slingeren langs de wegen,
klinkers dragen het verhaal van dorpen
waar namen klinken als vergeten liederen.
De tijd beweegt hier trager,
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