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Poem Details | by Gail Roberts |
Categories: age, death, old, woman,

The Old Woman

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
unrecognizable.
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching 
destiny.
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits 
Alone.



Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Poem Details | by Michael Wegman |
Categories: age, care, caregiving, death, devotion, health, life,

Aging

I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without much fuss
Yet still it seems I burden those who care
To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. 

Each time I rise to face my life once more
Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard
For pains one takes to move upon this earth
Or see and hear with clarity implored.

I thank my Lord for each new day He gives
And givers who see beyond one’s struggle
With patience and always kind words spoken
Dignity and respect to me maintained.

Poem Details | by anbes rawal |
Categories: age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,

WE ALL DIE

My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will


Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: age, child, death, mystery, tree, woman,

The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery

Poem Details | by Warren Doll |
Categories: age, death, fear, life, water,

The Sea

When I was young
To her waves I clung
And, I would play
Upon her sun baked bank all day

As I grew, I could do 
What my spirit wanted to
I was free
Becoming a close friend of the sea

On the day my parents died
Upon her bank I sat and cried
As my tears flowed forth from me
My sorrow was washed into the sea

Now advanced in years
Full of many old age fears
On her bank, I sit and wait
Pondering my eternal fate

After giving it some thought
Ignoring much of what I’ve been taught
I’m wading into the sea
My friend brings Peace and Death to me

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: age, death,

Old Age

It came upon me unawares
As I bargained to make a living.
Thus absorbed in daily cares
The years I deemed forgiving.

Getting old was ages away
I told myself each new year.
"I'm still young," I liked to say,
"I'm certain to stay right here."

But the clock began to chime
Messages in muted tones.
I was running out of time,
A blackening in the bones.

I felt it too in others' acts
Addressing me as sir.
They excused my mislaid facts
Ever pretending I didn't err.

A godly mercy attends old age,
The past becomes a blur.
It eases one off life's stage
Thinking things that never were.

Poem Details | by Aaron Wheeler |
Categories: age, death, life,

Life

Body aches and pains.
Limbs unwilling to function.
My name is old age.

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: death, nature,

- Haiku X 163 - The Stone Age -



                                     many stones lifted

                                     a cemetery for loss

                                      rest your wheels - amen







* NOT FOR CONTEST
07/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: age, death, life,

The Last Tomorrow


All his tomorrows rattled by
rumbling along the predestined track
an endless freight train passing
as he sat in traffic at life’s crossing

Lulled into pseudo sleep by the monotony
of the swaying flashes of daylight
he had stopped counting the passing cars
sat in his loneliness, longing for the caboose

That fantasy of life’s last tomorrow
laboriously lumbering into view
blindly following all his yesterdays
disappearing in the hazy heat of passing


John G. Lawless
©11/7/2018

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 11th grade, 12th grade, age, anxiety, death, feelings, imagery,

Designated Driver


Old age often feels like a waiting game for life’s end is stealthily approaching. And your allotted years have all but came now the shadow of death is encroaching. You start to look back rather than ahead memories outweigh a new tomorrow. And when the rope of hope is but a thread you view your past with envy and sorrow. Strangely enough you don't feel old inside yet every day time keeps ticking away. And unruly tongues are hard to abide for the young won’t heed what old people say. When death is life's designated driver the pending crash ensures no survivor. (Sonnet) Sept. 22, 2018

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: age, angst, death, growing up, life, sick, silence,

APPOINTMENTS



Reminders we are not finite
Lest we should forget
Time tends to stop and hover
Undetectable
In a slow motion whirl
Caught in an endless loop
Like a 45 record that skips
It’s a typical phenomena
In all hospital waiting rooms
A soupy silence so very palpable
Contemplating the meaning of life
And what is left of it
Prisoner caught in a time warp
While life goes on outside this window



posted on February 20, 2019

Poem Details | by Mark Toney |
Categories: age, death, life, old, perspective, youth,

Limited Immortality

The older we are
The more invisible by far
We seem to the younger mind
But soon they will see
What's known by you and me
We're only immortal for a limited time



***
Poetry notes: 
10/19/2019

Poem Details | by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: age, angst, body, death, depression, emotions, nostalgia,

Secrets of Aging

Secrets of Aging

When we age, no one tells us 
how our bodies will change.
No one tells us how our minds 
will be full of fog and useless content.

When we age, no one tells us
How to deal with the death of loved ones.
No one tells us how to cope with moving
Out of a home we had expected to die in.

When we age, no one tells us 
How emotional we will become
Just looking at a pair of old boots
Or a child’s tiny baby shoes.

When we age, no one tells us 
How much we will miss the feeling
Of being young and invincible
And in love with the manner of living…

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, age, death, faith, how i feel,

Great Escape



Getting old I view death differently,

Recalling both the good days and the bad. 

Eventually, everyone will die

And death should be as momentous as birth

Tomorrow's sunrise grieves today's sunset.


Escaping the confines of the body

Souls seek out higher planes of existence.

Christ faced death before He was resurrected

And through death, we’ll gain life everlasting.

Ponder the worth of a world without death

Eternity would be boringly long. 


(Acrostic)

01/14/2020
Great escape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: age, death, life,

THE SERENE VALLEY











From, my age's snow-covered mountaintop, 

I discern into the horizon of my life 

the serene valley of welcoming death 

where ends all of humanity's strife! 









© Demetrios Trifiatis
       25 June 2020

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Janet Eaton |
Categories: age, death, family, parents,

Cherished Memories

I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.

I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.

I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.

I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.

I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.

I cherish every sacrifice
You’ve made for us today.

And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay

I’ll remember all these moments,
I’ll remember every day.

I’ll remember all the stories,
I’ll remember what you say.

I’ll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: age, conflict, courage, death, soldier, war,

Anzac Day

It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay

Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,

Erotic Death

Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.

Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.


written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!

Cecil Hickman

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Poem Details | by Gillian Brown |
Categories: abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,

Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.

Poem Details | by john beharry |
Categories: age, birth, death, journey, life, time, world,

The Wheel Of Life



The wheel of life keeps turning every day
Birth, life and then the subsequent decay
All living things must return whence they came
The pattern always remaining the same

All living things start life's journey at birth
Become adult through the process of growth
They then participate in reproduction
Thus creating the next generation

Life then continues daily in this world
Until old age and illness take their toll
Lastly, all must face death's reality
That brings a final end to life's journey

The wheel goes through a full revolution
With each and every new generation
Whatever is alive will someday die
This will surely happen as time goes by