Any Old(A) Poems - Poems about Any Old(A)

When you can no longer bend down to pick something up or take your best gal for a stroll in the park And putting your socks on is a battle royale ruining your morning and your remaining morale ...

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beside dotage, corn whiskey make her writes go careen left right up down...

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In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright Now, like the stars, they come out at night Once cavalier narcissistic I have grown much more realistic As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight...

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When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks Too old to be a narcissist what’s left is a pacifist *Tender genteel haters do not make...

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It clung like ivy, patient, green with hunger — wrapped itself around every beam, crept beneath shingles, rooted in the cellar’s damp breath. I mistook it for the house itself — fed it rain, fed it dust, let it climb my windows and press its leaves to the glass until I could no longer see daylight. But rot loosens quietly. One morning the vines lay...

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Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide, His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride. Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry, And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye. Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend...

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Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair She's hot, yes, but she's also cool she is a gem, she is a jewel I think she's great (and I'm no fool) she beats those drums like she's old school she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny she hits them like they owe her money and one thing more I'll tell you...

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I went to see the old burnt out lightning tree To see what wisdom and guidance it had for me. Standing hollow, let down by mans mistake. Old and worn, but yet so strong, it never shudders, it never shakes. Never speaks, never judges, never does it forsake. It listens to my moaning, it listens to my woes. I tell...

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I heard tiny terrors stitched in between light walls as weightless as chicken feathers jaundiced piss, recycled adult nappies crumpled faces leaking maggots that ripen to dust here the price is right I heard...

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I used to get a little bit misty eyed watching an old person hobbling along toting an overweight gray muzzled dog. Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be when one of them leaves the other behind. Now, I'm that old man hobbling along with a frantic grey hound dog called time thinking what a tragedy it's going to be when...

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A child as grows enjoys rainbow of joys, Many a marvel in a wondrous world, Joys mingling with toys getting bouncy buoys, A world of birds and butterflies unfurled. As comes his youth that changes only toys, Rewards of life so naïve staying no more-- Boys chasing girls, and girls giggly at boys, And soon mid-age...

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under the shade of a cyprus my lover whispers sweet and tender nothings revealing glimpses of a splintered heart where wounds are still fresh ~ a healing process underway AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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The old young man has had a dream Of how he had traveled far. I wouldn't say he was in the past When he found himself in place. Was that afar as far as the far If the life had shown him more, As well as far and afar from far And the Cuban Missile Crisis was also...

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Remember the message  on video home system tapes "Be Kind, Please Rewind", Though VHS tapes are an invention of the past Kindness still has to last; "Be kind, please rewind" Keep the next person in mind "Be kind, please rewind" Consider the next person in line VHS tapes are fading from memory but don't you forget the saying: Be kind, please rewind......

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The young tend to nudge love away gravitate toward a pale blue loneliness then quietly slip into the grate. Maybe they're just preparing for old age the age where anything you've ever loved bumbles away-like a tumbleweed looking for a sliver of shade. When your very old the sheets run yellow gray and so very- very cold. Even plastic flowers...

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