Middle Age Poems

These Middle Age poems are examples of Age poems about Middle. These are the best examples of Age Middle poems written by international poets.

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at

© Evelyn Judy Buehler  

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

© Jan Hansen  

Monday morning

woke up at eight, it was a splendid morning
cool before the day becomes serious and
demanding attention 
belonging to the 1% of people born before
the second

© Jan Hansen  

at the pharmacy

ome books in my bookshelf are unread 
and can stay the way, I need not read 
everything printed

depression hangs over the landscape like
dust on windows

© Jan Hansen  

Alexa echo rocks ages of generations!

The species and genus
known as *****sapiens
predominated across the webbed wide world
for tens of thousands of years
until many brain children

© Matthew Harris  

Horn Music

In the late forties and middle fifties 
horn music and military marches tunes
were often parlayed in the town's park 
and we lived nearby and

© Jan Hansen  

A generation to ask why.
Peaked and taught a world is nothing but themselves, not even to be.

Occupying nothing but digital spaces offered to prior persons

© Beej Simrov  

I feel all pasts,
As if they were yesterday,
Decades are but minutes to my minds and feels.
As if I were still two-tens and five,
Rather than three-tens

© Beej Simrov  

In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold
While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky
With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold
Two young bodies

© Sara Kendrick  

It seems that I am getting old and grey,
my body's also slowing down its pace.
But, I've still much to do, and much to say.

It seems

© Christine Watts  

I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood

© Christine Phillips  

It is five o'clock somewhere
And the porch is still there
There are cocktails, and the a swing that still sways
With the wind and the whispers
We will

© Michael Ramel  

I can’t remember who I was,
before voices other than mine stepped in.

I think I wanted to be
a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten—
a

© Jasmine Tsai  

I was young back then—
When chirruping birds sang lullabies,
Not just morning songs, but wings of peace
fluttering through a boy’s sleepy eyes.
The bark of a dog

© Sonam Yethro Selden  

Trees swaying in the breeze, with thick branches hanging over the land, carrying a solemn message for everyone. The roots run firmly into the 

© Christine Phillips