Age Poems | Examples of Age Poetry

Now I don't have any reasons anymore, To express something you never cared suddenly you made me feel high and left me on lows Stuck in between, Its same just like before when we first talked, Took me long enough to get everything, from starting to end, it was all my imagination it was all my delusion, And desperation, I will admit it was all my fault getting it...

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If the message doesn’t have lights, If the preacher doesn’t rhyme, If the singer isn’t “branded” enough, You say it’s not Spirit-filled. Since when did the Holy Ghost depend on your playlist? I cry for you. I cry for the singer drowning in the noise of their gift. For the preacher who can draw a crowd but can’t discern demons. For the Christian...

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Let’s stop pretending. This isn’t evangelism. This is idolatry in disguise. You’ve baptized compromise and called it creativity. You’ve clothed rebellion in relevance, And made God’s altar a stage for your ego. How much more of the world must you wear Before you realize the Gospel is naked truth Not a costume for cultural approval? How many times must you flirt with sin Before you...

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My heart cries With no tears and no sounds But not less sadness and sorrow Aging, sickness and disabilities come one by one Happiness and youth comes and goes Nothing in this world will last Maybe only love in my heart Or maybe in your memory...

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To have, or not to have Many people are from the outside, beautifully formed with a mind that can absorb empathy and warm sympathy but life itself makes us harder around the edges, as it is  It's not possible to live fully, shall we say, without knocking oneself free of cultural norms Can friendship exist between the classes?...

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Hiroshima – eighty years since August 6th, 1945 About fourteen and a half years before my birth, yours truly not even a twinkle in the eyes of his then young father and mother the former born April 9th 1929, while the latter would be turning ten that upcoming November 13th living in destitution with her three older siblings (in proximity...

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A Fable I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire  On our walk through town, we came to an art salon  on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved  The right to take the artwork back should I die because he is an art collector, The salon refuses to...

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What is it they say to chase demons away? When scars inside ache, what words can placate? What meaning is found crawling on ground? When you feel you’re nothing to see. When you see what they think of thee! Barriers form and walls are built to shield a heart from the pain in the mind force fed through aged, outside...

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Time is satin lamb against the soul- then rabid lion when we're old....

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I live my life through colours prime through colours, colours, colours prime. Can change their shades at any time can change them as I age. Beginning with the whitest page the whitest, whitest, whitest page. My youth was with me at this stage my youth with colours bright. The mix back then was blended right was blended, blended, blended right. These shades remained within my...

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We are not cynical She had been married once or twice and lived among the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when there was a frisson about this job. Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly. He...

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She awakened to a world she did not know where fair maidens dress the world does show their charms in unseemly, wanton pose cast off their virtue ere their beauty glows ...

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The winters come much faster now than once they did in endless days; The sapling now a roughened bough which in the wind no longer sways. Springs interjection disappears as quickly as the summer sun; And fall? It counts the passing years reveals the end has now begun....

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endlessness - focal point of her vacant stare ...

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The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun Cast to be found and displaced stake and brave to a common bound new to a four-point barrel of rolls because me this search point opening bumper speed as slow to show eternal for they came brain to some knowledge In inspired to college for they are acknowledged to brave...

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