Retirement Angst Poems

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Details | Free verse |
angst, feelings, immigration, racism, retirement, slam, today,

My Cloud Nine by Didee  ©

Eh, get off of my cloud you silly narrow minded fools
I never put out a ‘for rent sign’ and I make up the rules
My fluffy pure white cloud may leak if it becomes too reedy 
Many free-loaders climbed today saying they are the needy
I was the original caretaker making this place float upright
It is my inspirational thoughts that bound and kept it tight
As a one-man sanctuary with a (all-time) lease signed My Cloud Nine
Circling here and there with no stops making for little lost time
I, I and I are just ‘we’ and carry on well with no house keeping
It is you, him, her, and other hitch-hikers causing this here meeting
Take all of you off and far beyond and be gone from this man’s space
And find another cloud to 'share' and feed upon from your own human race.

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
When I think of all I've done
Plans that kept me on the run
I kind of wonder every day
How I pissed my time away
In my thirties there was cash
Not one buck saved
Not one buck stashed
Sure I thought I could reach fame
From art or science
What a shame
For these goals I truly went
And never saved a single cent
So now it's rough
Though I'm not broke
Just don't live like other folk
My neighbors run out nights for eats
Can't afford such costly treats
When Winter comes they go away
I freeze my rear
I'm forced to stay
Yet I feel the need to try
To make some mark before I die
For in truth these other folk
Live a life that's just a joke
The men dried up some years ago
Their wives plan daily where to go
Their brains are focused on the past
No way to know how long they'll last
So my future's not to dread
Even now I'll move ahead

Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |


In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him.

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Scary Retirement Prospects

By Elton Camp

The working people of today have legitimate fears
Of being unable to retire and enjoy Golden Years
For a long time, when folks got to be old and gray
They could expect a pension from funds put away

If there are still jobs that have benefits like that,
They’ll soon be gone in an economy that is flat
If a Social Security check is all that they’ve got,
Will find beyond bare existence it won’t do a lot

The house needs repair and things break down
The money needed to pay for them isn’t around
So, will they have to sit on their porch and stare
Or to help them, will there be anyone to care?

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
Why Aren’t You Saving More for Retirement?

By Elton Camp

Economists are giving a tongue-lashing
Good sense of the public they’re trashing

Unless much more for retirement you save
You’ll have to work till you’re in your grave

Company pensions went the way of the dodo
Once they realized how much they would owe

But most workers have to face wage stagnation
From medical bills there is incredible inflation

Housing costs get higher every day
Food prices are going the same way

College debts many will have to pay
Until they’ve become old and gray

Too much month for the money anyway
How can they save for some future day?

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Geriatrics plays 
this Puzzle now. 

I dance, but stumble
into a waxed window
without anything but

Coarse is your
and dry are my 
interests in you. 

Once an icon, 
I'm prepared
to pounce
onto a different

If luck brings
an arrival of 

Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2012