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age, death, old, woman,
the damp night chill,
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired
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
Lines and furrows etch
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits
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
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.’
age, care, caregiving, death, devotion, health, life,
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.
age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,
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
Verlena S. Walker
age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,
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!
age, child, death, mystery, tree, woman,
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
age, death, fear, life, water,
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
age, death, life,
Body aches and pains.
Limbs unwilling to function.
My name is 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.
many stones lifted
a cemetery for loss
rest your wheels - amen
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age, death, life,
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
11th grade, 12th grade, age, anxiety, death, feelings, imagery,
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.
Sept. 22, 2018
age, angst, death, growing up, life, sick, silence,
Reminders we are not finite
Lest we should forget
Time tends to stop and hover
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
age, angst, body, death, depression, emotions, nostalgia,
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…
age, death, life, old, perspective, youth,
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
age, death, life,
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
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, age, death, faith, how i feel,
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.
Great escape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
age, care, death, health, hope, life,
let me rock you
in my arms
wipe away your sadness
and sing you
sweetly a lullaby
erase your worries
and your frown
kiss away your fears
on your face put a smile
and convince you
everything will be ok
Published in my mini photo/anthology book ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on July 28, 2020 (I thought I had posted this earlier)
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,
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
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,
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
age, death, family, parents,
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
age, conflict, courage, death, soldier, war,
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
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 – 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.
age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,
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!
abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,
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
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
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.