Ages Poems - Poems about Ages

Today I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age… with understanding each day as I grow a little older… perfection… like love… like beauty… is in the eye of the beholder....

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God would rather crucify His son than to condemn you to death. No other story matters so forget all the rest. This only tells me of Gods love and mercy towards his most precious creation. Guiding us through us it all in any situation. He knew what Lucifer would become so He had a plan in place. The savior, His...

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The world fears the next phase Fighting to keep their ways Fear of the unknown Uncertainty has grown Wanting everything to stay the same Looking for anyone to blame They know it is a time of change. Life as we know it will start to rearrange A time of facing the unknown Throughout history this has been shown Dark age Our first page Setting...

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Ages have gone by since they last visit the sky The table has turned and they are traveling with The clouds to the next end of the world to open a museum for thee, where art is free This is one of a kind where the sculpture dug up from the ancient apple root is sold For ten million pounds...

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.....along the winding river I found a miracle lying upon the shore an ancient passage scribed on a rock portraying a life the ancients sought "Of gratitude, respect... we make our way Fire brings the light of day Of earth and sky a mirror of time Souls of the river, rise, align For many days trail shall come with despair I say...

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The noble lady was full of ire. Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire. So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse, and indulged in some heated intercourse with the knight's drop-dead gorgeous squire. ...

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He gazes softly down at her noting her tired and weathered face. He remembers the girl he once knew with her delicate beauty and grace. She remembers their first dance, even recalls the words of the song, as he held her in his arms that seemed so capable and strong. Her head is lying on his shoulder as her hand rests on his arm, conveying...

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At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears In the form of an easy-to-use scheme Over the last half-century, man has been replaced By technocratic ideas of what a man is But the real man can no longer fit into these forms, which have shrunk like old clothes. At the breakdown of ages, man is left to himself. Politicians and their...

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poetry's permanence ageless accounts.... of lifetimes tears and rejoice...

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Tis is My testimony Please try and understand It is for your eyes only Not spoken 'til the end My Father sent Me here to die A sacrifice for all ages My life was for a purpose Look in the bible for the pages I will rise again it's true But that message's not for now For now you pray to Jesus Ask Me if you...

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Dies, where did time go? Lies, when I’d wrinkle slow. Lids of eyes, crow's feet stomp. Lads look away, see no pomp. Lady, your silver hair is dyed. Lazy joints take me for a ride. Hazy is my history and mind. Haze of clarity - need to rewind. Maze of the season - nevermind. Daze of bright ages, realigned. Dame hears “Ho! Ho!,” fine silver...

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Through the Ages I'm back in the streets of my childhood no, there is no fanfare I have lived long in a place with warmer hearts Here, where I was born, I feel foreign  so much so I'm not sure if I remember another child's life 1948, when bleakness was white  I nevertheless saw a green soot between the house in a crack, it...

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In a living voice from the past messages are tall shadows. Life goes on like before people standing, sitting, chanting walking and preparing for the prayer meets beside an ancient river of faith. Sages chant for peace, order flowing in a vessel of light. Home for all who have no homes to go, no links to live. only prayers exist for ages-- are a...

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In the twilight of existence, where shadows whisper the secrets of the ages, I wander among the living dead, souls entwined in the forms of beasts, Creatures of the night cloaked in human guise, their eyes portals to forgotten realms, Where past and present merge in a symphony of silent echoes. The air is thick with the weight of...

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Hair of my youth was pretty auburn fine. with glimpses and dashes of red said Valentine. Oodles of melatonin to keep it a glitzy glowing red whitened up when I got a bit older, said Cousin Fred....

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