100Th Poems - Poems about 100Th

He was my papaw and he was my father's dad. When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad. If Papaw had survived, he would be celebrating his birthday. If he hadn't died, he would've become 100 years old today. He was born on July the 28th of 1923. Today he would've lived for a century. When Papaw took...

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April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window, Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees Planted there for as long as I can remember I can smell your fragrance yet again Right before a ballad is heard in the heaven’s serenade I wrote a vallantelle for you this holy March, To sponge your wounds and clear...

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Who is this man who rose to sudden fame? Captain Tom Moore is his official name. A Yorkshireman who called a spade a spade, Young Tom became an engineer by trade. But turning twenty, life was put on hold As World War 2 had started to unfold. He joined the Duke of Wellington's platoon And rose to rank of Captain pretty soon. In...

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On my 100th birthday I will glad to see A blow torch of candles so very hot it will be And I can tout in such a sincerest way I have no enemies on this special day For they have all passed from this mortal coil As the years go by I have outlasted them in this greatest toil To now...

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I do not know you well, Joyce But I know your poetry And your character and kindness Are there for all to see Your words are crafted carefully ...

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Well, what can I say to help you celebrate such a momentous day! I would like to speak about the things I know best about you Joyce, That would be your gracious gift of splendorous poetry you share. I ordered your poetry book 'Lifetime Memories in Verse' a delight! Your poem 'The perfect Age' sums up 'loving the age...

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One angel placed upon the Spruce Christmas tree, “she is only a heart stop away”… that innocent girl Joycie. Dear lady Joyce started writing at the age of eighty, and so many wars and the Great Depression she did see. Growing up on the family farm was her legacy. No love compares to her all her...

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Poetry Aged eighty Joyce started to write Her poems my senses ignite Imagery so divine I just wish it was mine Great poetry brings such delight Making Fudge Joyce really loves making fresh fudge I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge She will send to me Her fudge recipe From my kitchen I would not budge! Tulip Parade Without Joyce being sat in her seat The parade would...

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Happy Birthday Darling ! Cheers to your first one hundred years. You're loved, honored and respected by all your poetry peers. Hope this day is special, just like you are to us and if this greeting makes you smile. for me, that would be a plus. You are a joy and a wonder, someone to emulate and uphold and I feel so very blessed to...

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A birthday is a special marker inside your volume, "Book of Life." Between the markers lay the pages of each year's happiness and strife. And, like a story, life progresses unfolding gently page by page, the character and...

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I wake as usual today and had my herbal tea when I remember today is  my birthday.  Oh my goodness, am I really 100?  How did this happen? I awake to a dawn  older than I  Since turning 90, I pinch myself every morning to be sure I am still here.  Yet I forgot this morning of all mornings! All my...

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100 days to that day The stars clapped When the cap with your lip print Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear, The print of your lips I could almost trace So I cut to the chase, while my heart race To the denial that I’ve got feelings for the lace That follows your essence as you move past me. Clearly you...

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Have you been to a race with a horse? There are many who like them, of course. Who wins? We don’t know. We can win, place, or show. Any nearby racetrack is the source....

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My 100th Poem by Rick Rucker This is my 100th poem, Enough to fill a (little) tome! Yes, I know there is no such thing, But writing these, to my Heart, does bring A way to tell of all my Dreams, Filling paper by the reams! I've enjoyed them, every one, Simply can't believe the Fun! They also help me grieve, Better than I could...

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My 100th Poem on Poetry Soup! I joined this wonderful community with only a handful of poems to offer to this amazing group, and just look at me now. 100 poems on Poetry Soup. It most probably wouldn't have never ever happened without the constant support and inspiration from each and every one of you. Thank You...

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