Teen Poetry #4 |
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How to Write a Nostalgic Poem |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I Forgotten realms forgotten voices assail The mind with pleasant thoughts from years gone past. To think that you could run away at last… But at the end the flow of time prevails. II The first to go, your mind collapses, falls And hits the ground. A million pieces fly Away towards the abyss where mem’ries lie And feelings leap and tell the truth of all. III And then your body shakes and feels the place Where you once were, and sorrow died for a time. Your fingers numb, a moment so sublime Arrives and passes by your awestruck face. IV And so, you sit there thinking. Then you get A pen and paper, trying to keep the whole Entire feeling fresh in mind and soul, Just waiting to be written down and set. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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Ina Senior Member
since 2000-10-09
Posts 1236Quebec, Canada |
a nosa what poem? This was good...had no clue about what u were talking about though... Regina |
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banburycross Senior Member
since 2001-03-27
Posts 946viginia |
the flow in this is beautiful, i really like the way you wrote this. this was a really interesting read, it made me pasue and think, which is always a good thing. keep posting all your work. Sometimes, the things that go unsaid are the only things worth hearing. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Nostalgic just means the feeling of longing for experiencing some good event in the past again. For example, if you heard a song that had been played while you were dancing with your wife to be, you might feel some nostalgia. Thanks all for the compliments on this one. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I didn't think this poem was as good as some of your others, but nonetheless it was a wonderful read. ![]() I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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