Best Senescence Poems

Just having passed another year
In quiet celebration
I was reflecting on my journey here
Feeling still quite young
Yet remembering
What a friend just had said     that we 
Are now senescence

This comment startled me
Into thinking of where I am and where
I am going next
How many...

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Strength and agility whither like hay
Every young person relates with some distance
Not showing the same activities as an average youth
Epitomizing by every hair’s application of aging dyes
Skin gets weary with strange lines
Countdown to the grave showcases on the screen
Each passing day, makes the being more...

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This truth we hold
to be self-evident:

     Old men
are never hesitant
to run for President...

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For a skinny kid
I remember being brave
“Penny divers”, for coins
Courageous we stood atop the bridge
and leapt to choppy waters below
Swear before god, blood oaths till death
So fierce was my rebel heart
Ideals rooted deep
and simple words to say
look out for me and my mates today

As the...

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senescence 
not something
i am accustomed to
in the semblance
of life

like this tree
i stand here
denuded
as i watch
leaves 
falling 
down
slipping
through
my hands
unsound

i try
to embrace
them
one by one
as they tumble
only to watch
them perish
before 
my eyes

crumbling
in fragments
like memories
buried
in the depths
of mind

silenced
in the shadows
of death
they lay
yet i walk
closer
with each
passing year
wondering
will senescence 
become mine
this...

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At
the
mercy
of unkind
senescence is he;
his pulchritude has since left his face.
"Don't get old!," he jokingly warns his grandkids sometimes.
Half a century ago, a spry man, now he can't bend down to pick up his cane.

Date written: 03/20/2020...

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Yesterday, it was a shoot.
Today, it becomes birds’ hub,
as it bears bountiful fruit.
Next day, the tree will turn stub.




Note: This form is called Tanaga, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 7 syllables in each line. The rhyming schemes may be...

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Children's Poems VII

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Sailing to My Grandfather, for George Hurt
by Michael R. Burch

This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.

I see you out of the shining...

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