Best Wrinkle Poems
Written on 9/26/2022
Updated on 9/27/2022
by Gail DeBole
The young boy was watching his mom
Straighten sheets on his bed with her palms.
He began scratching his head
Looked at the floor and his bed
And seemed to be mildly alarmed.
The young boy who was not quite four,
Said, “The wrinkles are not on the floor.
It did not take long
For them to be gone,
But why did they not fall to the floor?"
Woven lines patterned like the black widow's silk.
Resting upon the face and the hands.
Insidious, the crow perches on skin once like milk.
Nestled in laugh lines, the years' stark demands.
Kings and Queens reign, then they, too, grow old.
Looking back at all the scavengers stole.
Each wrinkle a regret, the grave dagger's dole.
Loneliness is: standing on a crowded street corner,
invisible, unheard.
Softer than a rose petal, your tears fall on satin cheeks, unnoticed.
Each tear an interpretation.
Falling, unheeded, liquid sadness.
A ghost in a city filled with life,
destined to walk among the living.
Each step mimics life, bringing you no closer to being.
Like a beacon on a hill, overlooking an ocean of tears, you wait.
Eternity echoes like a heartbeat, filling your ears with hope.
Each moment in time is like forever in a dream.
Endless coffee shops and sidewalk satire,
growing wearing of the chase.
Time catches up, armed with wrinkles and weariness
until one day you look,
and see,
and say,
who am I?
As autumn bows before winter,
youth crumbles before time,
Stamping its foot like a wayward child,
time blinked; its lashes spreading memories across your face.'
"I remember you", it says, scarring your face with experience.
Time unfolds its memories for you to behold.
The lonely path you’ve chosen,
laid bare and vulnerable for all to see.
If only,
I wish,
I should have,
Why did I,
May I go back.
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rest at last ~ beyond the age of beauty
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Wrinkle, wrinkle, dress white shirt,
stains are gone; it’s rid of dirt.
But the crumpled, rumpled look
needs some shaking, so I shook.
How to iron, I did not learn.
If I tried, your shirt might burn;
wear a jacket, do not fret.
Wrinkles vanish when you sweat.
When you take it off, with care
hang it up, the hanger’s there.
That should keep it wrinkle-free;
if it stinks, spray with DEGREE.
May 6, 2023
Miranda Hawley / Mother Goose Grows Up (Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star)
Its dark,,thoughts deep dipped
Taking a stroll but I wanna ride
To go so far that my feets tire
To do it so fast that my thighs burn up
All the more my butt builds
Excruciating lashing wind I crave
Creating a path on the blinding fog
Past the wind by the bulky cypresses
Till my eyes tear away
Till my vision is all a blur
Till m'breathe is stable-struggling
Till I hit on that rock
And am thrown off my ride
And am lying there
Dents on my cheeks and elbows
Blood stained trapped trouser on those greasy wheels
And I breathe
It can't contain me anymore
So the bubble of sadness render me motherless
And I embrace the breeze
And with it it carries silence
And in the silence I find my peace
And in the peace there is laughter
And in the laughter I lose a wrinkle
And my eyes glow a new
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: wherever you see a (B) inserted in the
narrative, just do a proper breathing of in and out, pause and then
read the next part .
RELAX YOUR FACE CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR MEMORY.
REMEMBER THE PLACES YOU'VE BEEN AND HOW YOUR SPIRIT KNEW THAT THIS WAS THE LIFE THAT WAS MEANT FOR YOU. WHEN AS A CHILD YOU CLIMBED TREES, SWAM IN THE WARM LAKE, AND PLAYED BENEATH A NEWBORN SUN UNTIL TIME CALLED YOU HOME. WHEN AS A TEEN YOU FELT THE RUSH OF A FIRST KISS AND THE LOVING BUDS OF JOY. (B)
THE AWKWARD SILENT MOMENTS OF FIRST DATES AND LEARNING CURVES. WHEN AS A GROWN UP BEING ,YOU LEARNED TO BE JUST AS YOU ARE. YOU REALIZED THAT LIFE WAS GOOD WHEN YOU GAVE THANKS FOR ALL YOU KNEW. RELAX YOUR FACE CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN YOUR HEART TO THE MESSAGE OF HOPE THAT YOUR HEART WANTS TO IMPART. HOPE IN A FUTURE FULL OF HEALTH, LOVE AND HAPPINESS. HOPE IN A PLANET THAT WANTS TO CONNECT WITH YOU THROUGH OTHER BEINGS (B)
LET YOUR FREE WILL LEAD YOU TO A PLACE WHERE WORRIES ARE ABASED . REST YOUR WEARY SHOULDERS ON THE BOULDERS OF TOMORROW'S FAITH. PLANT A MUSTARD SEED IN YOUR BACK YARD AND WATCH IT GROW. WHEN AS AN OLD AND GRAY PERSON YOU
HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO SAY, YOU SIT IN YOUR ROCKING CHAIR AND WAIT FOR THE MOON TO SMILE AT YOU. IT IS HER WAY OF
SAYING TO YOU, "THANKYOU FOR NOTICING ME. YOU REALLY MADE
MY DAY." RELAX YOUR FACE CLOSE YOUR EYES AND BREATHE.....(B)
The little star
That shines alongside the Big Dipper
The one that gets unnoticed
And never seems to want to wink
Is like the big star
That shines alongside the Little Dipper
It gets overlooked
When the Little Dipper starts to blink
Before I go to bed at night,
I slather on my face
Some creamy goop that promises
My wrinkles will erase.
Of course it doesn’t work, or else
We’d all look twenty-one.
There’s no way to remove those lines
Once aging has begun.
And yet those products sell like mad
‘Cause every woman’s dream
Is that she can look younger
With a little nightly cream.
I’m way too scared for surgery
And not quite Botox-vain,
So even with my bedtime rite
My creases all remain.
You’d think I would have given up
Since brains I do possess,
But maybe there’s the slightest chance
Those crinkles will loom less.
So I surrender to the hype
Although I know the truth –
No salve or lotion can restore
That lovely skin of youth.
Wrinkle
Wending through time's wrinkle
With a wink and a smile
Warped and slightly askew
Wandering rabbit holes
Winds blow just off-kilter
Wardrobe, witch and lion
Whimsical fantasies
Dedicated to C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L'Engle and Lewis Carroll
5-10-21
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At night I slather on my face
An anti-wrinkle cream
So it can make me youthful
While I toss and turn and dream.
Of course it doesn't work and yet,
This ritual remains,
With just the manufacturer
To really make some gains.
Surprisingly, I saw an ad
(Full-page, The New York Times)
That made me laugh, for irony
Inspires many rhymes.
It claimed most women do believe
They're judged based on their age;
Unfairly, too, the font declared
Upon the paper's page.
The ad was paid for by Olay,
My anti-wrinkle maker,
Reminding us that age should not
Define a gal or break her.
A bit ironic, don't you think?
To follow their advice,
I should not use their anti-aging
Wrinkle merchandise!
I have discovered a great way
To get wrinkle free skin
I just eat as much as I want
And the fat fills them in
Days are long,
But soo short
Wasting precious time
With complaints of boredom
Where does irony lie?
Thriving toward a great tomorrow
I sit conforming to society
While the days are long
I melt within a wrinkle
Time moves soo fast
Yet I beg for speed
Crying as the years compile
I wish to be a kid again
Forgive me for my contradictions.
But Mister…
All I want is to go home
Thriving toward a better future
I blend into societies rituals
While time moves fast
I melt within a wrinkle
Nothing to do
But everything is incomplete
Wanting a chance to make a difference
Yet I don’t want to stand out
A little unorthodox?
Thriving toward a fresh start
I bow down in society’s vanilla haven
While there is nothing to do
I melt within a wrinkle…
I have a few whys that really bother me
like why when it rains do I pee frequently?
Why do some people enjoy wearing wigs?
Why do some men act like pigs?
Why don't cars have more of a buffer?
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do certain fabrics crinkle?
Why does old skin have to wrinkle?
Why doesn't a red head's hair turn gray?
Why won't Drs. listen to what their patients have to say?
Why won't any one write a letter?
Why isn't our world getting any better?
There is a wrinkle in Wyoming
A sparkling fold in Old Japan
There’s a crease in Alabama
North Carolina has lost a man.
Iowa’s cornfield are all on fire
And Georgia has slipped away in the sea
Bolivia is under siege, feeling dire.
Puerto Rico’s colors have turned gray as can be.
There is a continental divide in Mexico.
A hurricane has flooded most of France.
Turn off the news, my sweetheart.
Let’s hide from the world and dance.