Ages Poems - Poems about Ages

...hing through escapism Thinking aloud, Thinking a lot. But then, why me? I am just nobody With a sky darkened with ages of improbable fall out. Perhaps, there is not much left But to be red through emotions, red like blood. Red......Read More

...to become a prune plumbs will dry, shrink and wrinkle so ages my body ......Read More

...mpathy. Just hold their hand, And give them an opportunity. Yes, they aren’t willing, they need to be pushed. For ages, their lives have revolved only around food! All they understand is compromise and bargains. We have to hone and ......Read More

...bobbing past. I have lost all sense of time, as I'm Captured by the contentment on the faces Of people of different ages and races Enjoying their day, In their way. ......Read More

...ves, not in the light from falling flames. Falling far far apart hitting upon nothing! EYES gleam secretly VISIONS OF AGES. Passing the lost dry rages, Stumble the thoughts of ambient amber pages… Wonder at the crumbling moments. Of ......Read More

...I went to an orphanage on my birthday Thought I would become a sad that day Saw children of all ages joyously playing Carefree, they were laughing, enjoying Each smiled on receiving gift from me Taught me to live......Read More

...hostile species of man arrived. The creeping swarm of greed called progress devours the green blanket thriving for ages, constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead, extreme climate events trace global warming trajectory. ......Read More

...dstill; a keepsake at best, sleeping without rest, waking with little words or phrases, obsessed by what was past ages, what should have been of life's written pages, and what is yet to be said of marking time lost, yet forging a......Read More

...hot sandy beach My feet are bare and I wear a violet summer dress Beside, in front and behind me are people of many ages, and nationalities I feel as if I am just one in a million crabs on this particular day Soon like the sound of ......Read More

...s to change overnight to fiery reds, oranges and yellows as the beauty of the Father's creation inspires artists of all ages to set about making their own creations The leaves begin falling from their lofty heights and gently flutter to......Read More

...cold to October’s home Footfalls over tomb stoned graves Etched out in memory with names Souls encapsulated for the ages drop Flowers grow in red and yellow bright On the green, grass covers Spring deities Trees would love to dance......Read More

...From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the t......Read More

...Hailed through the ages as the staff of life, It takes many forms in each town and fief. There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits an......Read More

...e you is an ounce of my cologne But, I would much rather call you on the phone I haven’t seen you for what seems like ages I need to see your smiling faces I need a hug and I need a kiss My family I really miss Bring me home to my fam......Read More

...I kept, my hands on my back, waiting for the fruition A beautiful song, sang by angels, even in my mind, my soul spend ages Waiting for the reflection on a mirror, wining streak Feel the muscles in my ribs, thanks to God My mom kept p......Read More