Retirement Peace 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.
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.
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.
All results of

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
It's a lovely day in Cyprus, there's not a cloud in the sky,
We take stock of the life we have,sit back and happily sigh.
We saw  a cruise ship near the harbour the other day,
It stays for while,it makes folk smile then goes on it's way.
We're not going out because Fran wanted to stay at home,
She said she was feeling tired, and didn't feel up to a roam.
This is one of the pluses that come with being retired,
You don't have to do a single thing, unless you feel inspired.
So I now sit at my computer, Fran has gone for a nap,
The dogs at my side dozing,I'm hoping they don't yap.
Yes,it's a lovely day here in Cyprus, something very nice,
I'll go make myself a refreshing drink and pop in a little ice.
Maybe I'll write some verses, what theme, I do not know.
I'll sip my drink and have a think,then maybe I'll give it a go.

©  Dave Timperley 26 August 2016

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
The sun beats down on this hot Sunday,
So under cover, I think we will stay.
Our dogs on the tiles are dozing,
We too, are relaxing, eyes closing.
Too hot for flies, to dry for mozzies,
A dip in the  pool for us in our cozies.
A cool breeze blows, if in the right place,
At the pool side it catches your face.
A glass of iced tea on the table in shade,
Or a few nibbles and iced lemonade.
A very genteel way to spend the day,
Someone else cooks dinner for us today.
So we relax, and maybe yawn once or twice,
A great way to while away the day. Very nice.

© Dave Timperley 14 August 2016

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
When I retire: 
I will capture a nice rainy evening, a soft chair, a good fire, an excellent bottle of wine, and one of those "page turner"  books you just can't put down; and I will sit, sip, and read into the night - until the fire, the wine, the book, and I ...
are all done. 

Copyright © BJ BREWER | Year Posted 2017