Age Poems | Examples of Age Poetry

was it really that big of a deal if we were both just kids our minds snapped shut like lids brainwashed by whats bad and good too scared to come out with the truth nothing ever came smooth these thoughts these anxieties they only get worse i needed someone to soothe me im just a little girl please stop touching me like that i dont like it im...

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The fidelity  the sin of the flesh, why is it a sin sexuality is a strong and natural desire but often the downfall of the great who lacks respect for lust treats it with a low moral attitude There are the monks of Thailand naked feet in sandals, and one assumes naked bodies under burgundy robes, can so easily fall prey to when a lady...

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Intense heat and humidity of July’s yellow eyes. Still, I see mellow leaves, falling from the trees, withering. Nearly naked, both the skin and the bark, age in season. ...

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The Awakening My first wife's house was very small her bed was narrow to after sex, she told me to sleep in the bathtub In the night, I got up, opened the window The sea-washed moon came in I have seen that moon many times before from many portholes  I was always enchanted by the pool of stillness I walked out of the sleeping house,...

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Impossible beauty, summer in swell, Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around; Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well, I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound. Heaven surrounds me, but only for now; Howling the winds that shall crash on my head; Ripping the flowers that live on the bough, Never see summer return in its stead. Perhaps...

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It Never Gets Old We do; It doesn't. The caring that fills the deep dark The warmth that flows From self to self The deep, dear chains of love Forged from a lifetime's memories; It never gets old. The march of our little history Revolving with the cogs of other histories Themselves moving other, ever greater histories Never gets old. From endings emanate new beginnings Change is constant, Yet...

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A love that has weathered wild storms And youth's fierce passion contained Tender, deeper than lust ingrained An opened sonnet of life transform A tapestry still on an open loom Unfinished here upon this earth Those golden years, a story of mirth Their roots deep, fragrant flowers bloom Two hearts somehow in rapport Good character, a crown they share With every gesture and each care Maybe...

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Forest Nymphs  He had read about nymphs, inland mermaids swimming in tarns and forest lakes far from The restless oceans, the tarn nymphs were less aggressive and bore no grudges He found his forest like, undressed and naked swam around for a few minutes and sat  be the edge of the lakelet to dry off, nymphs  about and since it was late September  The...

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It's been a year now And I'm still hooked up With the one who'll never know But let's cross this small ramp Truth be told I never liked you Others might say I'm quite cold But I was trying something new I guess I'm sorry though As you where there so I called you a distraction Pull me out of the...

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In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway, When shadows stalk the moments lost to time, A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway, Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme. Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light, As innocence drifts gently into night; The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar, While memory rides the mist—a faded star. Oh, how...

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A new future To wake up in the night and sense the awe of life is light from street lights tells of other sides, as does a car driving by at two in the morning  Living forever is a punishment, but some people  write a self-biography in the hope that when they Die, they will be remembered  To be blessed in the...

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Somewhere there’s a sunflower poking out from the corner of a concrete barrier, going unnoticed by everyone except myself. And it makes me wonder: They say when you fall in love with an artist, you can never die. But what happens when an artist falls in love? Do they continue capturing futures, or only retrospective moments? Time is an old concept—or shall I say, odd? Because I see you in soft shadows and storefront glass, in wilted flowers I forget to water,...

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The most important Fine drizzle over the bay, falling slowly and hesitantly as preparing for a proper deluge   Who knows, perhaps it will not happen, and the sun will shine even if it is a day older Dry slippery cobblestone pavements for the aged Since it is Saturday, the ships' tugs are at their anchorage. as they want to be nearer the...

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Comes a time in each life when passed time rouses our thoughts. Then,, we give scant thought to the future. Age has left us with no aspirations. And we’ve accepted the fact that our future, is the present day. ...

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Your flesh was never warmer than my passion, a flame more intense than you could ever bear. My love for writing poetry is my secret weapon. While I may not claim to be gifted My identity is Black, and words have always motivated me. I can string them together easily, but making them meaningful? That’s...

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