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Sonnet Retirement Poems | Sonnet Poems About Retirement

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Wild Birds and Nutsy

Wild Birds and Nutsy

There still is beauty in the lengthy life,
Tho no longer glamorous corporate strife,
Grief and relief fall on first lonely days,
Staring outside at the wild life at play.

Beginning to guess what is that bird song?
What is that harsh screech that doesn’t belong?
The swish of a tail and the bark of a squirrel,
Capture the mind to find a new-found world.

Waking up walking in a wild feed store,
Buying seed, talking needs unknown before,
Naming each bird and “Nutsy” the new pest.
Challenges the same as those old ones now rest.

When wild life becomes a new family, 
 You’re hooked, they’ve won you, addicted, you’re  free.





Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017



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Off the Bench

my baseball playing days in Teeners league
hardly played my main position was bench
by not playing I never had fatigue
use to dream of being like Johnny Bench

in the navy I wasn’t on the bench
I was a star during those times at sea
In France I even spoke a little French
my time out at sea I truly felt free

those days are gone yet I’m reliving them
poetry has been that light at the end
it has nothing to do with my brain stem
I admit this is my life no pretend

I have lived on a bench for a few years
it felt that way yet I never shed tears

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Retirement- A Time to Rest

Hibernation collects the highest rank calmness, walloping in the coolest hole sleep possesses wealth in the biggest bank activity in a minimal role tough muscles on old age can't play a prank whatever height not yet reached, stop the pole to weary bones and a weak mind, be frank to heal already found sores on each sole it is the time for time to have mercy the end romance still needs that approval productivity has made life spicy relaxation, ready to shape it oval what remains to Life, so cool and icy as death waits to have a permanent val.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013

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When Retirement Comes

At first you’re free to spend your days
To roam the earth, if wealth obeys.
Choose not to do those daily tasks
Instead, out in the sun to bask.

Each day as new adventure’s sought
Regret seeps in, you really ought…
To do something more with each year
To waste time is your greatest fear.

As you slow down thoughts will unfurl
What mark did you make on this world?
A new path lays before you now
To make life matter, you must vow…

“I will not stop. I’ll carry on
Until my final breath is drawn”

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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Malpractice




                                 Malpractice




                      Doctor, Doctor yes I am back again
                  Stop telling me to take a seat my friend
                Millions of other peoples money you spend
              Without the helping hand you promise to lend

            You're really not a physician just playing pretend
                 Another unneeded prescription you extend
             Then off to your pharmacy downstairs you send
         I am putting you on notice so you better comprehend

              That this profession for you is now a dead end
         Stop your practice or to another realm you'll descend
              Damned to Hell with your soul is what I intend
            So listen close and take this advice I recommend

       Here is your resignation that I've already perfectly penned
           Dot your T's, cross your eyes because this is the end...


                                   
                                 bmdavey@04/27/16

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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Young and Reckless

Got drunk as a skunk, at a debutante
Eye catching tat I want.  With no regrets
a masterpiece of art that I can flaunt
clearly expressing my love for Begretz


Fritz  loves Begretz on a red  crimson heart.
When the artist was  done  the tattoo read
Ritz loves  Begets on a red  crimson heart
With grieve I departed , I know I’m dead

Pearl, in no way cared,   that was a big void
I’m all wrinkled wishing I was younger
Instead of  guessing  and getting  annoyed
now you know  the tattoo is no longer

Young  and reckless,   no  more needs to be said
I’m still alive with the  life that  I led

9/3/2016


Poetry Contest 
Which Of The Four Would You Choose -  cartoon #4 
  
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick |  

Sonnet: 10 syllables per line, rhyme scheme abab, cdcd, efef, gg ..Fourteen lines with last two lines like a summary of the poem..

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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From Where I Drift

From where I drift from my old home, the roads
And places that I roam, I stay at peace.
Never can a word of a soul release
My care for the dirt, not even those loads.
Bumping along the sweet country, railroads
Adjoin the scene of beauty that won’t cease.
The sun shines through the window marked with grease,
I wish I could rehash these episodes.
My hair, oh, what a sad color of gray,
It’s no longer pretty, but rather thin.
I mourn that I waited till now, I lay
Immovable from my bed, yet I grin.
In spite of present hopes I will still pray,
To The One above who made life begin.

Copyright © Morgan Kramer | Year Posted 2017

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A Fisherman No More

A fisherman can no longer stand
Going out to sea, no longer grand
At first, he sits and longs for the sea
And thinks “Life is over for me”

But then one day he picks up his knife
 A piece of soft wood, gives it a swipe
Suddenly he sees a form take place
A passion forms, life becomes a race.

Now he rises each day with a drive
Thoughts overflow, he feels so alive
Surrounded by his works on the shelf
Proud of them all, so proud of himself.

One passion was lost, another found
He’s building a new life with resound.

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2017

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Day's End

Days’ End

Emeralds twinkling with evening diamonds,
Twilight planes flying through cotton ball clouds,
Wending weary workers traveling home,
A sole spectator sun-hatted watches.

The roar of rolling roads, a siren sound,
Like ants they crawl through streets to empty town.
The smell of smoke o’er charcoal lit fences
Tips of skyscrapers blazing through late smog.

The city is stretching while joggers run,
Baseball boys carry their bats from the park,
The dusk is creeping neath the western sun,
The sole spectator sighs, be-hats, recalls.

Sleepy children with books curl on the floor
It’s the end of the day in my City.  
 

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

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CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW


CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW

Their life has been their Valentine day


Cupid's heart and bow

on Valentine's day

shooting golden arrows aglow

touching their senior hearts to ballet


Chocolates dance nicely gift wrap

red roses sing delight

with a dinner and then a nightcap

to candlelight throughout  the night


For two graying doves

nestled the passage of time

so much in their love

with everyday a chime


As senior's years a golden 

bright eyes still excite

their love, still beholden 

two little gray doves cooing the night


She flies on his ageless wings
still, to new discoveries as he sings

connie pachecho

1/5/17

non contest entry




Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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Wrinkly And Gray

I am very young in spirit, never weak: guess my actual age?
I keep a positive outlook by avoiding negativeness and rage!
Twenty years from now, I'll be wrinkly and gray losing more hair than today;
I'll spend hours in devoted prayer, molding real faces out of plaster and clay!
Anywhere in the lovely Italian countryside emotions seem to rise from inside,  
I'll sit and paint those life-like images singing an aria from Madame Butterfly:
thinking of New York's friendly faces and that girl who never became my bride,
but staring at the ticking watch will increase sadness, minutes will not speed by! 
Can anyone imagine how I'll react when all the hearts I've broken
will finally smile and feel some empathy, although vivid is their memory?
Time, distance and forgiveness won't allow bitterness to reawaken...
isn't this something everyone should reflect upon and think it thoroughly?
For now, any sad thought on being old must be put aside;
all I can hope for is getting there on the smoothest ride!

   
Written on 4/ 23/2017



Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017