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 not speak to beg money
would just move around
with the eloquent wounds
Most of the days but not every time
I would give her small amounts
A faint almost invisible smile
Would come and disappear
The lips lacked tissue
The other day in the late afternoon
when the shadows had started prolonging
under the banyan tree
the afternoon light and the leaves
wove hand in hand a story in the shadow
The very small and irregular shapes
of the pale soft light
sat in such a way that gave the impression
of a woman squatted on the pavement
It looked so from a distance of say thirty feet
As I came close
I found the old woman sprinkling
parched rice to the pigeons
The source of the shadow the afternoon painted
beneath the tree
A little tissue collected in the lips now
The lilac of love doesn't wither
Nor the object
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March 2, 2018
Categories:
wrinkled, beauty, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
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, beyond the fault line,
mountains expand and converge,
blue-edged and rising high
above the sandy plain, sinuous,
majestic, uncharted.
Stretching and contracting
as wrinkled parchment
in a shoreline breeze,
pointing the way to the long journey’s end.
Translucent and yes still beautiful.
A multitude of moments
has slowly wrought such change.
Soul-stirring eloquence silently tells
of times and deeds long past,
though yet concealing secrets deep,
of silken dreams within a lover’s sleep,
and memories of a sweet caress,
Categories:
wrinkled, age, memory,
Form:
Free verse
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 trinkets in vain?
Would I then find constellations of fireflies,
be the true maiden to gothic ruffled skies?
Categories:
wrinkled, moon,
Form:
Ottava rima
and old wrinkled women
can surprise
at times
Categories:
wrinkled, on writing and words,
Form:
Epic
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 upon your stubbornness,
and how you only wanted things your way
not wanting to listen to the pain you caused others.
So now guess what,
now you're only left with
wrinkled pictures,stained with tears.
Categories:
wrinkled, imagery, sad,
Form:
Epic
she sits on his bed
the autographed baseball
white on the dresser
tears find wrinkled cheeks
and fall to the folded flag
Categories:
wrinkled, life,
Form:
Tanka
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.
Categories:
wrinkled, family
Form:
Free verse
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…
Categories:
wrinkled, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
wrinkled, beauty, hair, seasons, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
___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 the perpetual forwarding journey of old age you are crinkled,less beauteous.
O my wrinkled face!
How virtuous is your central beauty.
I still love to gaze at your inmost beauty to eternal.
The beauty of perpetuity so juvenile in your obfuscate heart.
::DawaZangpo
Categories:
wrinkled, 8th grade, absence, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
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 and time cannot crumple.
O wrinkled face!
Your exquisite elegance cannot be dimmed,
For it radiates with beam of delight and felicity.
O my wrinkled face!
How virtuous is your central beauty.
I would love to gaze at your inmost beauty.
The beauty of perpetuity;
So juvenile in unvarying heart.
But,what's a subject that last long?
I watched at time taking his constant gallop;
None but impermanence conquers beauty.
And,Oh ! wrinkled face!
Now in the perpetual forwarding journey of old age,
You are crinkled,less beauteous.
Categories:
wrinkled, beautiful, birthday, blue, bridal
Form:
Blank verse
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 life.
Now our grand sons, four moreover
dig sand fleas on that lovely shore.
They play with them a while, then release,
only to hunt, and catch a few more.
My hotel keeps me surviving.
It does more than keep me afloat.
I have time for fun and relaxation
aboard my golf Cart, car or boat.
Categories:
wrinkled, 12th grade, allusion, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
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 a myth. I could see my sheet of paper in my
mind, and I knew from the lines lots of pain occured during time. One night I awoke from
a dream , candid and vivd and took me back to the sceene. I sat up at the edge of my bed
and closed my eyes very tight, I wrinkled up the paper and threw it away with all my
might. "Just forget about it, I said pretend it did't occur,just put it out of your mind
it's nothing it's mediocre. But, day after day and night after night, the dreams turnned
dark and gave me such a fright.I had pain that doctors cound't explain, and scared to
death I would get another migraine. Then one day I closed my eyes I unwrinkled the paper
and started to analyze. I looked at the lines both dark and lite, I started to confront
the issues outright. I soon learned that all life lessons both bad and good, becomes who
we are and must be understood. After all is said and done, you a the acomplished one!
Categories:
wrinkled, inspirational, day, pain, night,
Form:
Rhyme
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 time has come to a halt
in the folds of that forehead….
Just take a look at that wrinkled face…..
The beauty of wisdom in it now
surpasses all the beauty it once had…
Indeed a treasure to be treasured….
But we careless beings
leave this treasure
in lonely homes
and in old age homes…….
Remember the loss is ours….
For they have already
endured the chisel of time…….
But it’s we who are yet to
go through that ordeal…
Categories:
wrinkled, life, people, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
wrinkled, age, introspection,
Form:
Couplet