People Age Poems

Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum

With a title deeply rooted
in subject matter iterated above
invariably makes for hair raising poem,
though I...

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        Older age

being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile
I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively

I walk,...

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Kinda weird you were.
Some days you were absent but then really funny.
You were like a blank white sheet, every little thing poeple wrote on your...

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In the realm of Solana, a gummy's in charge,
A silly meme that's living large.
It's making folks rich, breaking the mold,
Turning regular folks into millionaires bold.

A...

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I could write really long poems
about the fear of growing old
about everything getting older and duller

like I've seen some people do 
and they make poetry...

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I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was...

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The container in my chest holds water not blood-
Water of the kin and kind.
But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water...

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Loretta Devil
Loretta Devil
She thinks she's queen of the hill
When she's hitting that herb at will
The smack of her lips, the glaze in her stare
All the...

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Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Maternal grandfather of mine
long since passed among the living;
He left his Motherland 
before onset of Holodomor,
a policy of the Soviet Union...

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While no one in their right mind,
Would not want to be old and active,
With a mind that is there most of the time.

Actively searching for...

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Kings Will Fall
In every kingdom a king will rule strong, some kingdoms they rule alone but are usualy strongest and more influential with a queen...

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I watch the days roll by and my vision explodes in the sky, morning and noon is merging in one and my energy is spilling...

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We were vacationing in the state of
palm trees and seashore in September's
mild loveliness.
Me, a sexagenarian widow,
hobbled by arthritis in my knees.
As my family enjoyed the...

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DAYS THAT I USED TO KNOW

People used to say I like the olden days
Most of the time it was easy to find your way
Before people...

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Eating my oatmeal, sipping my tea, 
“Where”, I wondered, “should I stroll today?
I won’t be rash and decide in a flash.
There are choices to carefully...

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