68 Poems - Poems about 68

Tragic night in Sixty-Eight. Praise to my mother’s Underwood. Grieving fingers would not abate, creating a thesis for Masterhood, while cities burned with hate. Picture # 2 7/14/2024 ...

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Money that stores our working hours Free from the theft of looting powers Children happy - living carefree This is the future I want to see Safe, protected property rights Long term planning in our sights A country we don’t have to flee This is the future I want to see Honest leaders who give a care Willing to serve, without fanfare Living humbly...

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In hospital after the crash, I lost my ability to walk. He said he had to go. Last time I ever heard him talk. Knowing this, I thought my loving heart would burst. And now I know that if he can’t love me at my worst. Then he doesn’t deserve me when I am at my best. My predicament...

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The festive furious festival of Fifteen and fourteen year olds Had functionally formed the Teenage takeover brigade. The boy and girl gladiators they Were everywhere. And DJ had His girlfriend there somewhere, Ready to Introduce her to the Family. Although she was a Hakim she didn't know his Family. She was a cousin. The barbecue began with Damian at the grill....

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68 years ago 68 years ago, I was onboard the world's oldest tank ship wooden decks and looking like a sailing ship more than a tanker in the Black Sea on the way to Odesa. The sea had ice flakes, fishing vessels got stuck, and a Russian minesweeper was on its way to help it was painted dark blue...

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Make way on the street, 68-year-old coming through, So, shift your feet, Or make room for me to get through. I am not blaming you, But at half my age, There seems to be something lacking in you, If you can't match someone twice your age, Who likes to take a walk down the street, So either shift your feet, Or show some manners and...

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We’re told from an early age not to judge someone. At least, not ‘til we’ve walked a mile in their shoes. But judging someone is something that we’ve all done It’s part of being human, not something we choose. Usually, it’s the little things that we judge Like someone’s hair or the style of clothes they’re wearing. But, the biggest problem...

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'Georgia On My Mind' ...

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Joulupukki knocked on the door before entering the room. In the center of one wall was a bed that was large enough for two humans to fit in comfortably. The young elf lying there looked like a doll in the middle of over sized doll house furniture. Lumi sat in a chair...

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2020 weirdest year in my sixty-eight years I was glad my mother’s memorial service was Feb second Because the next month we would have had to limit to ten And we had over seventy attend 2020 strangest election in the history of US I cannot ever recall anything like it I never want to see anything like it again either I mean...

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A cloudy sky and cool, pulsating wind stir until:-, a cricket may......

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I remember so well the friends that I made when childhood was wrapped in blue sky but I cannot remember the last time we played - and whether we all said goodbye....

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Vietnam in '68 By Franklin Price 08/10/2020 January '68, I arrived at Cam Rahn Bay Found out this place, in Vietnam, was the best place I could play Ground bound, in the Air Force, and living on the beach, On a safe peninsula, we were almost out of reach The Koreans on the mainland, kept the enemy away White Horse, was their division,...

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It’s fine – I will but bow and then step back, And know the lips that kiss yours won’t be mine A man knows better than to see a lack, When gifts of other virtue toward him shine. And yet, love dies not easily in me, But longs for what I cannot, may not, have. Though life’s Reality I clearly see, My...

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As well as celebrating Christmas time two days later every year is my birthday so that would mean double celebration leaving one wordless nothing to say One of the best gifts came aged 15, 1968 then I left school for good never to return this was great for school days I hated what joy I felt to leave full of the sun Even...

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