Best Old Woman Poems

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
unrecognizable.
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail...

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(This is a fictional poem)

A 94 year old woman kicked my ###.
She beat the crap out of me and left me bleeding on the grass.
Every time I got up, she knocked me down again.
She beat me really hard and I sure as hell didn't win.
The...

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From my chap book, "Not So Serious"

‘Tradition demands respect for age.’
Proclaimed some ancient Chinese sage.
Ah, that is such a noble thought,
But wise old Chow he really ought
To walk the isles of a supermart,
Stand behind old granny’s cart,
Left mid-aisle, perhaps forgot.
Limp, lump, wrinkle, lowly bent,
God only...

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i am as the old woman in the park
set up my easel
prepare the paints
not about wanting to become Picasso
no set course or a master plan
but where rivers wander untethered
the mare whose canter has never known
saddle, headstall, bridle, or bit
her reigns encompass my soul 
it is...

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The vines stretched up the sides of her house
from behind the hedges, neatly trimmed
she'd been on that corner a long, long time
six decades before her eyesight dimmed

The concrete steps through puddingstone walls
that one would climb to reach her door
if they could speak, the tales they'd...

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Slouched in the chair, with the lights off
Bottle in her hand she’s 
Amused, by the illusions she’s having
No parents, dropped off at the steps of those who don’t even know her.
Who don’t even care
Don’t judge me!
Smoke slowly releases from her soft lips 
She has no...

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old woman with stick 
                                    love's wisdom smiles with wrinkles...

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The old woman in the shoe scandal 
who had those kids, too much to handle.  
Now that they are full grown
and she is home alone, 
she'll down-size to a sandal....

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Playful old woman

you are a star in mens eyes

vintage and vibrant...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.

Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes...

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I found a notebook in blowing trash
left by an elder moving away.
Did she not want to keep it, I asked
Won't fit, one room, is all she would say.

She was bidding farewell to her home
of sixty-five years: she was too old
to live among ghosts she said...

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Against gray walls, soft light reflects
Her memories, her endless quest
For contentment, not so complex
Her gentle soul always felt blessed

She recalls all the times of hope
Against gray walls, soft light reflects
Faith is with her so she can cope
Joys come, beyond what she expects

Love is the thing...

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Nestled
in her old chair-
world outside her window
and indoor plants, a sign of life-
she knits.

Fingers
work their magic-
grant her moments purpose;
then reminiscing years gone by-
tears flow.
...

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A granny I might be

A granny I might be
But I can always see
My hair is growing grey
My shape is quite okay

I still love my fashion
I guess it’s still my passion
I always look quite smart and dressy
And very rarely I look messy.

I’m older, but I'm still...

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February is her enchanted month
a time of birthday songs and refrains,
when an added year is but a number
so, what is her secret dream for today?

Whipping pasta and cake on a quiet evening,
strains of ‘Moonlight Serenade’ whistles..
then comes a knocking, her group of friends,
surprising her with...

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