Aged Poems - Poems about Aged

...One voice against the universe one sigh against the sun my words are but a breath who am I, that I should speak? Life is an imperfect gift wrapped with broken bows the hopeful eyes of a chi......Read More

... Take me to those fields of green Where my heart and soul sing Encircled by the oceans eye Forever watching Where the air is clean The wind blows free A land wholesome and strong Nature......Read More

... once an aged cab driver named fred whose snout shined very dainty red got a call from a bar placing an elf in car making him escort santa's sled Used HMS.COM / 8......Read More

... Valued aged portrait lies attentive in the mobile: yellowed photograph rendered memories intact ! ......Read More

...Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and ha......Read More

... I can remember passing through this town as a child, stopping for a pie on our way north. Now it’s bypassed – barely more than a clot lodged in the spidery veins of a map. Most of the house......Read More

... The monastery was easy to sack, the Norse warriors left nothing useful and those who attempted to escape were cut down. A few bedraggled prisoners, mostly young men and women, were spared. ......Read More

...10/6/22 More rain we need Storming or the faintest breeze Across the tainted seas It's all been very far from make-believe No matter if they hated me Still I'm sustaining speed Every day a......Read More

...DOWNFALL OF "YE" & RESURRECTION OF KANYE WEST Recreation is here to stay. So who made "Ye"? Like a chain reaction, Hov' created "Riri" and "Ye". Kanye's the creation made out of heavenly dew ......Read More

...I can remember so long ago When we anxiously awaited The very first flakes of snow. Dressing warmly, just so-so Our anxiety was unabated I can remember so long ago, A change in ......Read More

...Two sons, one far off across continents, He visits less often than a Blue Moon— Brings guilt-edged gifts to soothe his rustled guilt, Perhaps, recompense for a lack of time; Another next-door......Read More

... Footprints Words are the footprints on the path of our thinking. Where do yours lead? Memories Memories are like old clothes that hang......Read More

... Louie, Lou-ie Neiman’s apro’ flame* yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah lyrics scream: pumpkin, blue, green and Satch, you’re burning it up Louie, Lou-ie you’re cloudy-white teeth, gritty y......Read More

...Autumn's absorbed aromas are abundantly admirable and are absolutely as attractive as an average aged, animated angel......Read More

...Cybersurfing netizen flounders... analogous to a fish out of water Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy, I bobbed (while donning square pants) like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea. No......Read More