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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: death, old, sad,

- A Place Where The Soul Rests -

                       
                           

                                   Frail, compact and sad
                             The old chapel needs new paint
                                cold room with stone floor










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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 Gary Jones |
Categories: adventure, death, sea, me, old, me, old,

The Rolling Seas

When the time arrives for me to depart
from the sunlit harbors of the living.
Take me aboard a navy fighting ship
and carry me back again to the sea.

Order the boatswain to construct a skid
made of wood and painted with fresh white paint.
Build it to hold a gray weighted coffin
draped by Old Glory with her stars and stripes.

Cruise the coast of my beloved home Whidbey
until full abreast with Ebey’s Landing.
Muster the funeral party astern
Play taps and slide me into the blue drink.   


Let the storm-flecked waves of the rolling sea
take this old sailor to his final peace.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death, life, time,

Old Tom

Eight times he looked death right in the eyes, sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries, sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind, left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind. Another time he got run over by a car. No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star. That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors, often fell off walls but landed on all fours! Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives. Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


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 Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: death, faith,

Old Death

Old death,

   companion-less, but for a scythe 
   and Old Man Time;

You have vanquished both the weak,
 
   and the mighty, 

But for the great man upon the cross,

   his wings were too swift for thy vast cemetery,
   and his crown rests on every head
   in your tombstone sea,
   he's the only one who escaped thee:

Old death,

   companion-less, but for a scythe
   and Old Man Time:
   the heavens you cannot roam....

Poem Details | by Steph Gibeault |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, day, death, emotions, people,

Old Man

Sitting in a rocking chair
Staring out the window
The old man thinks quietly
Of all the people he used to know

He waits for someone that will see
And want to know his history
Cause from his window, the old man stares
For someone who knows him, and might even care

He thinks of the day when he will die
A few people will show, but no one will cry
People wonder who the old man is
But no one knows of the life he lives

He imagines all the things he would like to do
If he had a normal life like me and you
But every day he stays at home
Tired, weak and all alone

Poem Details | by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: grief, nostalgia,

My Old Flame

My Old Flame

Would that I would fly
To ocean’s side
And catch the twinkling caps,
Where the moon touches
The boundary ridges
And I could but dream of you.
“Over there” you sailed 
Where herons fly
Oh, so long ago.
I missed you so – I did not know
That you would be truly gone.

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: bereavement, old,

Ready To Go


Alone in my room my eyes fill with tears I’ll soon be gone for I'm now ninety five I wish I could relive my youthful years All my loved ones have gone, none are alive. Lying here all day in this care home bed Remembering the good times that I had Three times a day by the nurses I’m fed Being so immobile makes me feel sad. The nurses are kind and so full of life I’m frustrated now, just want to pass on Fourteen years ago I lost my dear wife I miss her so much my darling Yvonne. I’m not well today I’ve pains in my heart Hope this is my chance, this life to depart.
Written June 13th 2019.

Poem Details | by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: cry, death, first love, flying, heart, love, mother,

Two Hearts as Old Friends What Might Have Been

Two friends they thought it would never end,

They just wanted their love to blend,

Friends and lovers what can you say?

Your words take my breath away.

 

Their life was in each other’s heart.

How would they ever know it was a dart,

 A dart that would kill their love.

Just like a dying dove.

 

There was no more love flying,

Just more and more crying,

Now we are apart,

Like we were from the start,

 

Now we cry for each the other,

Like we did when we needed our mother.

picture #1

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 Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, depression, emotions, grief, introspection, loss, memory, old,

Staring into Distance

He stares
into the distance of the days,
of those gone and of those yet to come --
he touches no one,
is touched by no one.
Yet noisy commerce
around him flows, constant movement;
but movement without a change of place,
no progress forward, no backward retreat --
an illusion of movement, only.
He sees youths --
with no sense of self --
and leathery crones,
unhygienic vagrants,
no place to go,
assailed by noises --
a repetitious assault
upon the ear and air.
Still he sits,
in frozen semi-trance,
staring always inward,
but also into distance,
sentient and inert.

Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: death, introspection, loss, nature,

An Old Haiku

The earth is green now.
The flowers open early,
blooming but to die.

Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: anxiety, art, blue, death, depression, fun,

Some Old, Short Ditties

Some Old, Short Ditties
(doggerel)

I.
Our sojourn on Earth
is of diminutive worth.
Our small time is spent
(and no more are we lent!)
long before we're ready.

II.
Drunkening wine of heady
illusion obliterates thought
and causes confusion.

III.
Fleeting is life!
Fruitless existence!
'Ere any purpose
is completed
life is gone --
and we're defeated!
'

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: death, sad, social, old, star, old, star,

dad army

Dad´s Army 

On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended  
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.  
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by  
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with 
pride especially around Christmas.    
The moment a new star is born an old star 
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall 
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old 
friend Clive Dunn again. 

Poem Details | by Surajit Dahal |
Categories: absence, best friend, betrayal, boyfriend, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, forgiveness, friendship, future, girl, girlfriend, goodbye, grief, growing up, happiness, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, mystery, nostalgia, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, rose, sad, sad love, sympathy, thank you, tribute, trust, wife,

When I grow old

I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death,

The Old Home

The Old Home      

                 in the process of becoming.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, leaving, life, old,

prey

an invisible hawk
circles an invisible tree
prey could it be me

Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: death, jobs, school,

Helping The Old, Die - G and G


Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
Hated it,
so much.
decided,
to go back to school,
and that I would be a nurse.
It took a lot of guts to leave a good job.

I got a student grant and worked nights part-time.
Studied very hard each day,
hard to pay bills,
but made it,
at last.
Now I work in a job that is heartbreaking,
I help the dying old die,
die with dignity.
It is not,
easy.
I gained a job that takes guts to face each day.

____________________
July 6, 2015


Suzette Prime


For the contest, Guts and Gain, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Poem Details | by jun-jun villanueva |
Categories: death,

' MISSING THE OLD DAYS '

Life, Breath - Taken One leg gone Perished in deathbed Diabetes murdered Grandpa Benumbed by ill - gash's agony perforating - dulled Gold medal won after the day of his death reminds me of his only heart memoirs...

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, destiny, friend, leaving, life, old, relationship,

old friends

put  down names and numbers 
in my book
family, friends 
and some

occasionally 
when I go down the list
to phone  them up
I pass over many 
who have gone 

only to remember them fondly--
say a prayer --
and slowly --
my heart  moves on.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, friendship, life,

my old friends

my old friends 
all around me
talking of the past
of present pains
of future plans

my old friends 
all around me
turning left
turning right 
turning pale

my old friends 
all around me
standing tall
sitting still
falling fast

my old friends 

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: death, dedication, farewell, image,

Faded Picture in a Old Frame

Old faded Picture of a handsome young man
in soldiers uniform from the first world war
who gave his life for his country
once so loved and cherished
means nothing to anyone any more.

A face without a name
bought for 50 pence
on a second hand stall
not for the picture that's thrown away
but for the frame.






Peter Dome.copyright.2014. 

Poem Details | by Mark Toney |
Categories: death, mythology, tree,

800-Year-Old Tree

Maori legend
twisted pohutukawa-
the place of leaping