Best Wrinkled Poems

Most of the days as I buy vegetables
the old woman would move around
close to me like the winter tree
The leaves mostly robbed by the time
tangled age seated in the hair
the freckles painting the drudgery 
The unwashed and overused sari
stained by the tears of  poverty

Would...

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The moon is a wrinkled rose, quenched in quartz tears,
and I taste the citrus scent of russet rain~
from the heart of his crown, embroidered with fears,
while stars weave wishes across the astral plane.
But what if sage streaks of lunar-dusted spheres,
wrap my warm soul with twinkling...

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and old wrinkled women
can surprise

at times...

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The moment your reality becomes imaginary,
the painted pictures you have in your mind,
turns to wrinkled pictures 
that are now staring back at you.

And daily,
your constantly screaming to yourself
and fighting with the man in the mirror,
wondering what went wrong.

Well, 
I actually find it quite symbolic
 based...

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she sits on his bed
the autographed baseball
white on the dresser
tears find wrinkled cheeks
and fall to the folded flag...

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monsters groan hair in wrinkled gnaws…

hell chews hope in gnashed cash… 

greased volcanoes sire rising screams…

burn of cyanide and bunkers reich…

flags star stud the roar of flames…...

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Three pedal pushers, pushed past,
mom, daughter, grand
icons of fashions.
Forms formed by the dictates of passion.
Hair cropped, brows plucked,
rural New England’s answer to
Dolly Parton.
Scooped necked and corseted
varying little from teen-queen to matriarch;
only the wrinkles told the tale....

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___O Wrinkled Face ____


O wrinkled face
I loved you when you were young and beautiful. 

Your smile how sweet that lets the whole world smiles with you.

O wrinkled face
Your divine pulchritude dragged me to love's ingress.

I watch at your beauty that always wrinkles without detriment.

Now in...

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O wrinkled face!
You tell the story more than an age,
You hold a story book,that's too long to narrate. 

O wrinkled face! 
You reveals every lost and gained pains;
And every cherishing and despairing remembrances. 

O wrinkled face! 
Your is the beauty born from within,
Beauty that age...

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I look at my life like a piece of paper, as clean and smooth from the time it was produced
from it's maker. But, for evry negative event that I was afflicted with, a creese would 
form on my paper to show that it was not...

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Time has carved
those wrinkles with precision
on that once 
flawless beautiful face…..
Embedded in each line
are  so many stories……
Each line around the lips 
depicts those countless 
smiles and frowns…….
Around the contours of eyes 
and inside those hopeless eyes
are hidden so many
 tears and glances…..
Seems as if...

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A wrinkled brow adorned his face
His whistle revealed his character's grace
As he walked behind an old worn mule
In the humid heat of that home rule
Memories now surface, why?
Childhood faded, gone, but I descry 

Contest: Bite Size Poem #30
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Written:12-20-21

descry: catch sight of...

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I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
storm ravaged, angled randomly,
now almost invisible,
now silver in the light.
Ravines compressed in lines
symmetrical, as from space,
appearing geometric,
requiring translation,
needing understanding,
awaiting exploration.
Ahead,...

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wrinkled hands and greying hair
time ages us all
wisdom lies deep within
awaiting requests for advice
	
the beauty we once held
fleeting as it was
was lived, then disappeared
through the seasons of time...

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On the isle of Bora Bora
Ancient are the crafts that lie there.
White beaches beckon those who linger
and those who taste the salty air.

I met a girl there on that island.
Later she became my wife.
Now aged and wrinkled yet still a beauty
my companion for all my...

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