Best Over The Hill Poems
Age fifty comes and you thought forty bad?
Some little aches and pains will start to fill
your weary body, but don’t be too sad,
for you can say you got up to that hill
and over it! And what a thrill it was!
Now sixty comes along and oh, what fun!
You get to study medicine because
diseases you’d not heard of have begun
to plague you from your head down to your toes.
You have to be content with salads or
face diabetes, and what else? Who knows!
Mid-sixties you’ll learn what retirement’s for.
It’s time to change your ways or even worse,
by seventy you’ll end up in a hearse
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"There are twilight times when only the moon will muse on my misery." By POET.
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Shadowy stillness does embrace
Showing the town such a showplace
People are fully dressed for sleep
Love aching is a wound so deep
The trees that line the waterway
In morning softness, gentle sway
She has no will but pain and weep
Love aching is a wound so deep
A painter shares his scene with care
Each moment bears a love affair
Regain some bliss others keep
Love aching is a wound so deep
The river's voice is full of pain
Gorged in tremulous skeins of rain
With love, its beauty holds a heap
As it flows onward to the sweep
Love casts a moon hush in the gloom
Seraph love time starts to assume
The moon shone down a hillock steep
Love aching is a wound so deep
Jack and Jill went over the hill
'cause the top was very small
They bounced and rolled right down the hill
like a great big rubber ball
They bounced with the pail of water
that they gathered at the top
Bruised and wet they kept on falling
while praying that they would stop
They finally stopped and came to rest
at the bottom of the hill
Then ran for home to change their clothes
before they caught a chill
There's a moral to this story
getting water is no fun
when you take another to the top
That was made to fit just one
My teeth are all getting loose
and there's a pillow under my caboose.
It's summertime and yet I'm feeling a chill.
Congratulations, You Are Officially There.
You're old and over the hill Kidster Bill.
what you will
when over that hill
well your feet will swell
and body might smell
your hair will grey
want to be lazy all day
tummy will sag
eyes will bag
get bunions too
on heels how shrew
lose some teeth
OMG good grief
so if you will
take it slowly up that hill
Entry For Brian Strand's
What You Will Contest
I chose Footle
And then I seen it, whilst looking down from a high
A peaceful uniform land, where residents don’t cry
Equal to all, perhaps finely embellished with love
Diagonal lines appear, as I descend from above
People stand about randomly, in a mysterious world
As this endless field of monoliths, now slowly unfurls
Only place where nobody, yet everybody gets along
It’s not utopia, but could well be, when we’re gone
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06/01/22
Summit’s past
Sliding downwards
Quick and fast
At the foot, greener grass
Heaven’s gate awaits
So bitter is the pain that sinks deeper inside
I feel as if I’m taking on water
My body refuses to accept such limitless effort
And my mind can do nothing but ignore its pleas
I must pull my collapsing frame forward
Drag myself with the hook of distractions
Speed is but last of my mind’s concerns
But my heart won’t let it forget
It pounds reminders so quickly, It is numb from repetition
My lungs lag behind my falling footsteps
And I am forced to endure for one step after the other
My blood races onwards full of the rage of competition
And I only respond with the most pure instincts
I have to race onwards, I could collapse right now
But I know I can never give up, as something inside me is always fighting
My bones ache with the abuse of nonexistent energy
And as the clock ticks onwards, I only feel more
Beyond comprehension, I am numb and I am safe
And my mind has defeated the begging cries of my body
I am relieved; and the sweet pain of the race
Lets me glide effortlessly to the finish
I run to overcome myself;
and convince myself I feel fine;
I could do this forever;
My mind can handle this;
I enjoy the pain –
and this is the biggest lie within the race
Because I can’t enjoy the pain; I should despise it…
…But I keep coming back for more…
I don’t enjoy the pain;
Even If I Am Over the Hill
What I will always desire
Is whole world to inspire
Have goals higher then I aspire
Use all my skills in their entire.
Rid world of guns that are plunder
In a disguise have all fallen under
Which has made us all wonder
Why anyone would do a blunder.
Suddenly on us started to dawn
What we earned was all gone
Part of game maybe a con
In Satan's clutches are a pawn.
Gun possessed by a moron
Many lives he did abscond
And hard times we fell upon
Of them we were never fond.
A helicopter we had rented
Slowly started and descended
And by us it was not intended
Warranty expired that was extended.
So this all of us it did appall
We were left with nothing at all
And it sure took a lot of gall
No guns sold in shopping mall.
Why would anyone have fun
Running around with a gun
Look at what they have done
In sight almost killed everyone.
Congress should create a bill
With gun no longer can kill
And prophecy we must fulfil
No guns even if over the hill.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I'm tired, tired of wishing on every shooting star
reaching for the brass ring hasnt gotten me too far
believe me, its just as tiring to have to lower the bar
tired by day and at night I cant sleep
too tired to tread water and I'm in this so deep
tired of spilling my tears and my blood
tired from sinking in lifes puddle of mud
and I'm tired of yesterday, memories haunt me still
close my eyes to tomorrow as I slip over the hill
I'm tired of getting by with less then I need
wanting to be loved is not really greed
it's not true what they say that it's only women who bleed
tired of trying and getting no where
apart from my best friend just doesn't seem fair
I know I'm a loser but you don't have to stare
I'm just tired, and so damned uninspired
I've had enough, i'm ready to go
I'm tired of being tired
Do you hear me and know what I mean
Are you able to see what I have seen
Is it clear to you like an autumn crisp day
I hope it’s true and you have seen the Way
Was I loud enough did I project my voice
I know I’m tough on those who are pro-choice
Now can you see do you know of His Name
When you’re not free I share the blame
Is it becoming clear do you see His Light
In what you hear do you know what’s right
And my inflection do you know that tone
Seeing the reflection in the Light He has shown
So if I shouted or was a little loud
To those who doubted and are just too proud
I only spoke for you and your salvation
If not to evoke this falling nation
"Look, Over the Hill"
This was my only line as a shepherd in a second grade play
about the Birth of Jesus. Forty years later I'm still telling people
to look over that hill. God Bless You!
Really hate it when people say I'm “over the hill”
Haven't reached the hill, age is just a matter of will
Like mind over matter
Don't be a mad hatter
Just skip, jump and sing ditties bout love and roadkill
I never realized how fast I was climbing
Till the day I stepped over the hill
Where now I find I'm slipping and sliding
All of this against my will
Gray haired and clearly out of energy
I can't see my way back to the top
I'd heard of over the hill but still
Wasn't expecting this quick of a drop
We’re born explorers
Eager to grow
Balance the borders
Go with the flow
Untouched, untainted
Unacquainted with time
Yet to be painted
A wide open mind
Our canvas’ bare
Possibilities, endless
Play without care
Virtually, senseless
But then, a swift shift
Abrupt and unforeseen
Leaves us quite miffed
Awoken from a dream
Puzzled by distortion
Vexed by sheer shock
Struggle through absorption
We plead for it to stop
But the ship has sailed
There’s no turning back
Our efforts failed
Just like that
Hate it when people say I'm 'over the hill'
Haven't reached the hill yet, age is just a matter of will
Like mind over matter
Don't be a mad hatter
Just skip, jump and sing ditties about love and roadkill