Retirement Dark Poems

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Details | Free verse |
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | 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 | Blank verse |
Bearable winter 
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas   of
Fallen Snow
 
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness

Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting 
As a thunder bolt 
To the vulnerable heart

Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold

Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table

Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize 
The nature of life

 A sigh of pain 
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons

Udaya R. Tennakoon





Copyright © Udaya R. Tennakoon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Days and nights napping to sleep.
Night after night to day again, life is becoming shorter and shorter.
Day time naps seem to be getting longer and longer.
Naps so deep, they lay parallel next to only endless sleep.
Naps that protect from the bedbugs and welcome all sheep.
Naps so stuffed and suffocating, you won't even smell your favorite home cooked
   plate.
Naps that are dominating and so in charge that they only give you permission to wake, 
   under strict circumstances of suffering caused by the urgent pressure to urinate.
Naps so dark and black they devour they're pitch rite from beneath home plate.
Naps so intimidating and scary that even a yawn will make you weep.
Naps so determined and dedicated, its only guarantee is to eventually transition into
   forever, permanent, endless sleep.
Nights and days napped to sleep.
  
Tony Dean Driskell

   

Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
He walks about in the night, with veined arms and blood stained claws,
Running from the ghosts haunting his past , escaping death's jaws.

The healing factor was his gift; made him live for ling,
Made him dwell in solitude while the telepaths and beasts were gone.

After these long days, of future past, redemption is all that he seeks.
Age is finally taking its toll on him; his skin old and muscles weak.

So he might be someone's worst nightmare or a hero for some,
But this is the end of Logan's legacy; his time has come...

Copyright © The Moustached Bard | Year Posted 2017