Best Centenarians Poems
An angel, he appeared one afternoon -
amazing, amorous, and alluring.
Beguiling her with beautiful ballads,
how splendidly he bewitched her!
Long languorous summer days they lazed
in a field of daffodils
as she lay blissfully in his brawny bronzed arms
looking lovingly into his eyes -
those baby blues with long lush lashes.
Seventeen were they. Their first love it was -
a lovely flirtatious and fabulous first love.
Suddenly, it all just stopped.
Sent away to serve in war,
her sweetheart sadly disappeared with barely a Sayonara.
Several seasons swept away
like brown leaves in September’s breezes.
Studying at school, sometimes she recalled
with longing - the love of her young life
and the boyish glee in his bright blue long-lashed eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, her lost boyfriend
was back from his lonesome barracks
and the bloody battlefields of an awful World War.
Back was he, though limping from a bullet to his leg
and looking for the love of HIS young life.
Seventy-seven years later,
see them sauntering together
in a field of daffodils
situated by a house he built for her -
two lone centenarians
with grown twin sons and seven grand-kids.
Their lasting love was lost but only for a blink
of their long lifetime -
a lifetime of lovely marital bliss
that envelopes them still with bountiful blessings.
March 31, 2022
for My Lost And Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
A few years ago, I was privileged to attend a birthday party for a centenarian.
During the ceremony, there was a procession, and each of us greeted the honoree. When I greeted her, it did not appear that she recognized me, but I was ok with that, because I had met her many years prior. I was simply honored to be in her presence.
About a year ago, I visited a lady in the nursing home who was 104 at the time. She has since passed on, but I felt something special about meeting her.
I have always had a special connection in my heart toward older people,
and being acquainted with a centenarian does something special for me.
I sense that God shares such ones with us for his own loving purpose, and
if I can consume something from them, I am blessed and the better for it.
Another centenarian that I have known most of my life turned 100 this year.
It has been 50 years or more since I last saw her, but I remember her well
as I was growing up in the community less than ten miles from her. Her husband was a kind and hard working gentleman, and they had lots of children as did my parents. I saw her on occasions when she visited my mother, and I was very observant of her active community and school involvement. I noted that she was dedicated and active in matters pertaining to the betterment of people. As I look back over the years, I now see her as a gentle giant and a lady of peace so fitting of the name she bares.
It's just past 4 AM as I write this, and I'm writing because after awakening for a bathroom visit, I could not return to sleep. Such as endearing lady, a countenance most beautiful and gentle. Having known Mrs. Peace since childhood, I feel honored that such a one aided in my sleeplessness and
took charge of my memory this early Wednesday morning. I am inspired by her life and enriched by her longevity.
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Centuries old trees are common
But centenarians on
The street are a rare sight indeed,
As rare as it could be.
For hours slip and days melt away,
And as youthful spring fades,
Silver strands race to O’ertake.
Faces once gleaming with dreams
Become creased and weary,
So cherish each fleeting moment
To do good and repent!
Swap the temporal for the true,
For an Eden of your own!
Poem Released Into Public Domain
My daughter wondered how things differed
Back when she was born,
Aside from styles of music
Or the clothing that was worn.
We didn’t have computers then.
“What did you do?” she gasped.
We researched in the library,
A concept she’s not grasped.
We had no cell phones. “How’d you reach
The people that you called?”
We used a land line or a pay phone;
She was just appalled.
We didn’t have CD’s or movies
Out on DVD’s.
She thought that was hilarious
And answered, “Come on, please!”
The changes don’t seem too extreme
But still, it made us grin,
That what we take for granted now –
Well, hasn’t always been.
I guess when centenarians
Think back and reminisce
They must be thinking – all those years
Have brought us up to – this?
On Turning Fifty
When I turned fifty years ago,
I felt half a century old!
But now that age is young to me
Since my three kids passed that threshold.
Age fifty is just relative...
there is no need to feel despair.
Compared to 'centenarians'
You still are only half-way there!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: On Turning Fifty
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Judged: 04/25/2017