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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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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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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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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Photograph
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
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Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
by Rikske Kessner
Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
poem 2 of a Chekhovian suite
I dance beneath boughs heavy with spring,
wine-warm laughter on my tongue.
The air tastes of childhood and lost letters—
murmurs of father, of home.
Yet every footstep echoes farewell;
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Zuid-Limburg, mijn land,mijn heuvelland
by Mario Odekerken
Waar de heuvels ademen
en de horizon nooit plat durft te zijn,
ligt mijn land
in zachte golven van gras en herinnering.
De geur van natte aarde
na een vroege lenteregen,
de stilte tussen boomgaarden
waar alleen vogels weten wat was.
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Eijsdener Klumpkes
by Mario Odekerken
In de luwte van het Zuid-Limburgse land,
waar de Maas traag langs de oevers schuift,
groeide ooit een appel
met een naam die je zomaar vergeet.
Eijsdener Klumpkes.
Klein van stuk,
onopvallend tussen grootser fruit,
maar met een karakter dat bleef hangen
in de monden van wie haar proefden.
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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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