Tags Nostalgia
Calling HomeA Poem by ApollosFollow link to the audio: https://www.facebook.com/100000904496551/posts/4054223274617782/?d=n |
DogsA Story by Olivier VintoisMy mother did not like dogs. Really ? |
Once upon a timeA Story by Sharique JamalWe are our own forerunners...past, present and future. Our memories makes us what we are and kindle our moments with nostalgia. |
Back ThenA Story by Paul BauerSummer days we played baseball on a vacant lot at a place called the Pickle Factory. None of us boys, neither our fathers nor our grandfathers, knew.. |
First lovesA Poem by JessalynnPoem for my first love and now long time friend. Our dynamic is ever changing and we always find a way to stay in each others lives. |
I'll Fold This Letter Into A Paper PlaneA Story by Fransivan WritesA love letter never sent. |
August, A Lifetime AgoA Poem by Fransivan WritesIt was before that embrace, I remember. Before that landmark of my childhood where every photograph of us featured me smiling at you, whether you knew.. |
Everything Has ChangedA Poem by Fransivan WritesA free-verse poem featuring two lovers gone cold in the time of pandemic |
El Nino / La NinaA Poem by Fransivan WritesA poem dedicated for someone who waited for a lover that never came back |
This MorningA Poem by Fransivan Writesan enigmatic poem left for the reader to ponder on |
Sweet SorrowA Poem by Fransivan WritesA poem reeking of nostalgia. "Sweet Sorrow" is one of the poems from my first self-published poetry chapbook, "Out of the Woods" |
HauntedA Poem by Fransivan WritesBeloved, I'm the one you left behind. And here is one of the million things I've written in loving memory of our love. |
On Growing UpA Story by AbbyA short piece on youth, nostalgia, and what it means to grow up. |
FacesA Story by Bill O. WritesSimultaneously blessed and cursed with seeing her face on my screen. |
Nostalgic ThanksgivingA Poem by Kay/HaydenA poem of a flashback to a Childhood Thanksgiving |
I told the stars about youA Poem by Laura GarciaI told the starts about you And the way I can feel your fingertips slowly run down my back, Even when we are miles away. How the butterflies slow.. |
MelancholyA Poem by Laura GarciaWhat I would give, To feel your gentle lips caress mine, And your smooth hands trace the outline of my body. How I love the way your eyes are like .. |