Old As Time Poems - Poems about Old As Time

The age has bloomed on my face, from the alternate timelines I play Inside my head hoping that 1% chance comes true Some lines come from the joy that floods my face and leaves a specific...Read the rest...

what, I wonder, did you unlock winter songs of summer birds in a dingy cell with clawed-at walls in drawing rooms where princes died and all the soldiers marching by trembling in rooms...Read the rest...

It's been almost 10 years Dreams, hopes, and fears Laughter and tears I need you more now, my dear Than in the beginning near When I can no longer cry the tears Your Love chases away my fears You're embracing arms silently...Read the rest...

Rusty carcasses, forsaken by time, battered by wind, waves. Once useful and proud, now broken, forlorn. The tales they could tell. #1...Read the rest...

to pay your bills when on a pension often you’ll need an extension...Read the rest...

Ancient Tree Grows Strong Ephemeral Spring Children Timeless Pink Blossoms...Read the rest...

The oldies retreated from work But not from killing time Time allocated may be As much as the upheaval of Domestic, world affairs or politics Although most of the time They are boasting their present Bragging their past Blathering about dissatisfaction Drivelling...Read the rest...

I'd want to grow old with you Watch you have grey hair day by day See you forget to put your make up on Cause you fine with how you aging I'd want to see you fall asleep As...Read the rest...

When old friends meet Happiness crawls in As we are once again together When old friends meet Sadness slips in As time has cheated us It was a long long time before we meet again Before we are youngsters, now oldies As...Read the rest...

Two young boys read about gold and adventure,     this started a life long obsession.                 The years went by,  ...Read the rest...

silent forest sleeps misty river bends timeless dawn awakes anew...Read the rest...

It’s true that time waits for no man, It certainly manages to elude me ... One minute things look way off in the future, The next they are out of reach in the past, When you think that...Read the rest...

Five chimney pots standing proud on victorian tiles and darkened shroud of stone, it stands alone. Bleak and raven tarnish grown in age and time, its beauty faded, stout yet jaded. Resolute, it does remain a formidable...Read the rest...

My face is a cracked line that floats between flurry and decline, squeezed open by promises unkept ...Read the rest...

He lies on the living room carpet Conscious, groggy but awake No signs of injury, lightly moaning Leaning over him, how to help? He fell last Thursday too Better letting him settle Before trying getting him up Maybe I'll need to call My...Read the rest...