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death, old, sad,
Frail, compact and sad
The old chapel needs new paint
cold room with stone floor
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Senryu: Sadness /third place in the contest
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
adventure, death, sea, me, old, me, old,
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.
death, life, time,
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
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.
Keith O.J. Hunt
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:
companion-less, but for a scythe
and Old Man Time:
the heavens you cannot roam....
beauty, bereavement, day, death, emotions, people,
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
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.
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.
cry, death, first love, flying, heart, love, mother,
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.
death, fear, november,
october leaf that
clings to its branch no fear of
death but the falling
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, dark, death, feelings, old, sad,
Speak of it not,
think of it not,
lest regrets may
cloud the failing light,
a shroud becomes.
This little thing,
once proud in love
now hides its face
it will be dust.
Gone is the lustre
of fond imaginings,
as shadows deepening
enfold what once
seemed ever bright,
Leo Larry Amadore
angst, depression, emotions, grief, introspection, loss, memory, old,
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,
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.
Leo Larry Amadore
death, introspection, loss, nature,
The earth is green now.
The flowers open early,
blooming but to die.
Leo Larry Amadore
anxiety, art, blue, death, depression, fun,
Some Old, Short Ditties
Our sojourn on Earth
is of diminutive worth.
Our small time is spent
(and no more are we lent!)
long before we're ready.
Drunkening wine of heady
illusion obliterates thought
and causes confusion.
Fleeting is life!
'Ere any purpose
life is gone --
and we're defeated!
jan oskar hansen
death, sad, social, old, star, old, star,
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.
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,
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...
death, mythology, tree,
the place of leaping
The Old Home
in the process of becoming.
Constance La France
death, jobs, school,
Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
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,
Now I work in a job that is heartbreaking,
I help the dying old die,
die with dignity.
It is not,
I gained a job that takes guts to face each day.
July 6, 2015
For the contest, Guts and Gain, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo
death, leaving, life, old,
an invisible hawk
circles an invisible tree
prey could it be me
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...
Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.
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 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.
abuse, betrayal, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, evil, fear, feelings, for her, forgiveness, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, i am, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, me, meaningful, missing you, mother, night, old, pain, passion, people, poems, poetry, recovery from, sorrow, sorry, strength, stress, sympathy, trust, violence, voice, writing,
I wake up with another tear
for I have again, relived the nightmare
will it ever leave me with any way to see
when will I again be able to see my family
the past is forgiven
so why is it still living
my heart was so broken
but soon after it was frozen
let it lie and the past die
for I have a life to live with
but the past is still being relived
how do I stop this past of torture
so I can find my new future