100 Poems - Poems about 100

On your journey to one hundred, I say, Try laughing, learning, and loving each day. You’ll meet many travelers along the way. Share memories with others, take time to pray. Enjoy a sunset, eat a piece of pie. Take in life’s beauty and quit asking why. Take a long walk as often as you can. Talk with a loved one, walking hand...

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I gave you all of me, But you counted only what you liked. You held my hand, But never held my heart right. I poured in 100% love, You drank just enough to stay, 70% maybe— But I kept acting like that was okay. We were photos with filters, Smiles stitched on pain, A play that fooled the crowd But drained us behind the frame. I pretended...

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If you can't say something nice It's best to say nothing at all That's going to be me from now on My humour is often misinterpreted Causing an undesirable reaction I wrongly assume everyone sees through it And that it IS simply humour I apologize, but this is me It has always been me to make light of situations That are uncomfortable to deal...

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She inhales the aurora, breath laced with frozen with light speed Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze, her bodice bending like solar flares. Astronaut A quasar shudders behind her lips, erupting across the event horizon. Space folds— she unspools like a nebula unraveling, luminous in the underworld aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance...

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Tomorrow's dreams shall manifest today, Where yesterday's lessons shall pave the way" ...

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I only got a Blue Cheese and I need a burger bad said he’d only take Dixie or a Jackson at a push now I’m beggin’ on my knees but don’t wanna make him mad I’m in a foodie fixie but he said “go kiss my tush”...

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In the Bible, "to give 30, 60, or 100 fold" refers to a parable about a farmer sowing seeds, where some seeds fall on good ground and produce a harvest that is significantly greater than what was planted, with different levels of yield represented by the numbers 30, 60, and 100 fold; essentially signifying different...

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It was some years ago Exactly how many, I do not know But I would venture to guess It was 25 years, no less To my Lord I made a request That he would allow this quest There were many places to go There were many people to meet So many more things to write about A myriad of questions to conceive Multitudes of answers...

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100 fears - but still OK Will you accept me When I admit that I am afraid of dying, Or inappropriately laughing, Or suddenly crying. And then there is the Fear of my emotional pain, Of my rage When it suddenly appears Every now and again. Fear of becoming older, getting slower, And my virility And libido becoming even lower. Fear of hair...

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If you can't say something nice It's best to say nothing at all That is going to be me from now on My humour is often misinterpreted Causing an undesirable reaction I wrongly assume everyone sees through it And that IT IS simply humour I apologize, but this is me It is me to make light of situations That are uncomfortable to deal with We...

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Robins seem to enjoy my yard Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings To awaken the wriggling worms A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings They can vouch for the claim As they have managed the place for 30 years A bold red Cardinal sits atop a...

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The wisdom of life is what we yearn Yet, ill prepared from our lessons to learn Lacking beliefs and actions, just empty words said out loud Without authentic conviction, unable to stand tall and proud Feelings of heaven and feelings of hell Sometimes the difference is hard to tell Locked firmly within, however dark or disturbed Carrying the burden, so others remain...

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she walks with angels in heaven's angelic realm on clouds of fine silk dark grey winter day casket lowered into ground coldness in the heart ...

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I walked into a meadow Such beauty did I see Turns out it's been here All this time Revealed so gently I walked into a meadow Tamed in part Yet mostly wild I skipped among the flowers Felt the freedom of a child I walked into a meadow Shared the warmth Of her caress The sunlight of her radiance A view designed to bless I walked into that meadow Without purpose Soon...

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At the end of the day With the chores all done, The children cleaned And put to bed. My mother sat and brushed her hair. 100 strokes of each dark strand. 'til each renewed, the brush laid down. Her hair glowed and was her crown. Her hands were worn and each did bare The many jobs her hands performed. From kneading bread, to kneeling down. Clasped...

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