Best Granddads Poems

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong...

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Granddads Little Girl

This first day of the New Year, 
May I whisper something in your ear
To wish you a very bright life,   
As...

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A mop of white hair
Over a young old face 
A pair of laughing eyes
Locked in a different place
As he tells his grandchildren
Tales of his youth
Each...

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A Granddads love will never end, it does not yield it does not bend.
Through time of good and times of bad they can rely on...

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“My grandfather was strong and mighty, till he died at age of ninety.
The clock then stopped to run no more.
Then one of my relations wrote...

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The night was dreadfully dreary, his body old and weary
In his bed did hear he— a sound so full of fright.
With bolt-upright attention, his breath...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...

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Green Town, Ohio 
where memories congregate, 
granddads as time machines, 
grandmas... magicians. 

Two children leaping 
in Superman sneakers 
as if they are flying, 
and smelling...

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I dwelt once in a dreamy town, my land was alongside the border,
In a region of natural beauty, next to a crystalline body of water.

From...

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in the corner
the old piano stands silent
its keys broken
              ~
granddads musical...

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Grandparents.

Many, many years ago
when grannies were little girls.
They had very long hair with polka-dot ribbons
entwined around their curls.
And granddads played with catapults and different
wooden toys.
They...

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The best writters write about what they know

So i was told or so the story goes

So what better then to write about than one's very...

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He said, “Yes, I flew a fighter plane over the hills, and the people 
were running, they were just people, they were villagers, not soldiers,...

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Come meet the assassin of youth-
Breath stinks! But he’s got swagger
Possessing the college kids- got them confused!

Come meet the assassin of youth-
Granddads thinking they are...

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World War 1 

The Sergeant

The rose cannot compete
with the sweet smell of death,
only her image can forgive.
 Laid upon the silence
of another boys coffin,
which hides...

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