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Death Poems About Retirement

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Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,

So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
  ~TH~


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: retirement, sympathy, visionary,

Heaven Is A World

In getting into a conclusive unit

We may need a saturated balloon

From what we have got is far from accepting 

Those who insisted beyond lying pits.

Dear men under siege, from back and forth

who face scratching soil and the scorching sun

Yet have to account for what they have earned.

Who will call who into justice burst forth.

Heaven must have been right reward for them.

But libido instilled in them a love

Of touch, riches, mantle, mansion and fame

Waved their fat claimed hope, achievements... But tough.

No amount of clarion call to guidance
Will stay their world, if they won't be guided.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: dedication, endurance, farewell, games, goodbye, grief, retirement,

ALMOST RETIRED



A glass, a sip
A chardonnay
Winding down after the long day
Leave it behind
All forgotten

Retiring soon
One day coming
Passing the baton, the madness
Years of abuse
About to end

Put up with it
For years and years
Now’s my time to heal and recoup
Let others deal
As best they can

Turn a blind eye
And a deaf ear
Someone else’s turn to perform
Feats of magic
Miracles, pouf!

A smile with that
Cherry on top
My tour of duty is over
Thanks for the laughs
It’s been a blast


Submitted on February 21, 2019, for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY

and on January 8, 2018, for contest SPEAK YOUR TRUTH sponsored by MADISON DEMETROS


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: death, depression, food, life, peace, perspective, retirement,

I Scream

The stars outshine a pale moonbeam
We try in vain to touch our dream
We live each day
To hope and pray
We shall end it all with ice cream!

Poem Details | by carl jent |
Categories: age, depression, emotions, grief, loneliness, retirement,

It Showed Up

Didn't see it, creeping in door at first, wasn't bothered much chill appeared, quite pondered emptiness, a painless touch. Daytime now resembles dusk no birds welcome light of morn bad news just another thought feel no joy of baby born. Eagerly wait hours to pass what's next, I don't know windows view, lifeless and grey Nature's beauty, nor to show. Never rush, no being late freedom is what to fear nothing to solve, no complaints meaning fades from proud career. Reminisce of long times past useless with no one to share wasted is knowledge of life cause, Loneliness doesn't care.

Poem Details | by Tamara Hopkins |
Categories: appreciation, death, farewell, grave, moving on, remember, retirement,

Epitaph

Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.

My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate. 

To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: bible, blessing, courage, grief, growing up, holocaust, retirement,

Time is

Time is

We talk about it often. 
Leaving here to find there. 
A place we can be together. 
A place where things can be…

Quiet, 
Hopeful, 
Joyful, 
Happy.

Raise animals. Raise crops. Raise kids, or grandkids?
Pray in the morning before breakfast.
Put the flag up, first thing. 
Work hard in the fields,
and be ready to do it again… tomorrow…

Tired? No.
Retired. 
Looking for a way of life, 
only dreamed of for the last 30 years…
or longer. 

No more doing what was necessary, by someone else’s clock. 
On your own to power through the day. 
A new way to live. 
(Time is)
running…
out.