Best Old Poetry
The Life IsThe Life Is …
The Life Is …
When I was young, there was no pain,
The only pain was to complain.
When I was young, I did not care,
Just as long as my love was there.
When I was young, my life was great.
But I was there a bit...
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Categories:
old poetry, allusion, angst, life, old,
Form:
Masnavi
The Poetry Soup Convention 2011My name is Gary Fields
And I am at the Poetry Convention
Their are a myriad of Poet's
They are all in contention
There are so many that I may
Want to mention'
So, pay attention
Fore they must do this
In abstention
At my table there are three
Their are four including me
The second...
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Categories:
old poetry, anniversary, on writing and
Form:
Narrative
Not TodayNot Today
When memories begin to fade
when I break promises I’ve made
and life no longer seems so gay
I shall be old, but not today.
For I have children I must hold
and many stories to be told
and much to see along the way.
I shall be old, but not...
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Categories:
old poetry, age, change, future, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Never SatisfiedYounger wanting to be older
Older wanting to be young
Child wishing to be bigger
Bigger wishing to be thinner
Teen wanting a clearer face
Clearer face wanting a better body
People lamenting bad hair days
Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . .
We diss what we have
Wish for what...
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Categories:
old poetry, desire, future, old, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
No Whiskey LoverYour love is thin
it has no flesh
its a pretty face
with no consequence,
so I tell myself
go without the water
by summer the malt
will be in order
your love is thin....
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Categories:
old poetry, bird, goodbye, love, lust,
Form:
Light Verse
Categories:
old poetry, allegory, allusion, life, literature,
Form:
Epigram
Myanmar Poem, Poetry, Poet From MyanmarFor many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may come as a surprise that there is such a thing as language-oriented poetry contemporary poetry scene in Myanmar. The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry.
I feel like I have to...
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Categories:
old poetry, love, old, writing, education,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost...
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Categories:
old poetry, adventure, confidence, conflict, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Thou Hast a Heart O SilverHeart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm....
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Categories:
old poetry, blue, grief, heart, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A Stony Bridge In NatureA stony path,
A little stone bridge,
A place full of history,
To feel the spirit of the ancient times,
Just to have a look on the antique lifestyle!
***
A stone masterpiece has crossed the centuries
A stone art piece is now proof of the savoir-faire of past
A stone bridge, a...
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Categories:
old poetry, beautiful, nature, old, poetry,
Form:
Imagism
Poetry and MeA day of sadness a day of upset
My son another job, he did not get
Useless I felt there was nothing I could do
Impotent in all I could say and do.
My heart wrung for this son of mine
He had been used and abused in work for...
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Categories:
old poetry, introspection, day, son, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Winter LeavesWinter leaves
And falling rain,
Darkness; wounds
And growing pain.
"You used to say
That I was your inspiration...
From writing,
You could not refrain."
"There was a light in your eyes"
She said: "Now, your eyes are cold,
There's no more warmth in your hands;
You're getting awfully old!"
Winter leaves
And falling rain,
Darkness;...
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Categories:
old poetry, fear, loneliness, nature, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Thank You, William RossI just started reading
or should I say re-reading
a book by the late, great poet
Kenneth Koch.
It's called "I Never Told Anybody"
and it's all about teaching poetry
in a nursing home.
It's really good.
One of the poets who really shone
at the American Nursing Home
was a man named William...
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Categories:
old poetry, appreciation, old, poetry, poets,
Form:
Laugh and Cry7/11/15
Go ahead laugh and cry
And if you'd like to ask me why
Don't let time pass you by
You have to try
Regardless of if you want the whole thing or less than half the pie
Remember you can't go back in time...
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Categories:
old poetry, old, poetry, rap, words,
Form:
Rhyme
The PhotographTranquil looking visages
Of trio in sepia,
Will remain forever .
-Ism...
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Categories:
old poetry, old, poetry, truth,
Form:
Haiku