Best Wrinkles Poems

Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit...

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I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful...

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Six feet tall, feisty and tipping the scales
Aunt Eva approached life so playfully
Living in the moment, not fretting details

Even at 80 no harsh wrinkles had...

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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but...

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Tears of the past invoke frozen footprints
When fears rekindle flares of dire misery
Feeling the ache, straining blood streams
As wrinkles pop up swelling deep worries,

Holding dialogue...

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He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees...

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Would you still love me
If I wasn't a poet?
If  I was not
a climbing jasmine
 on your window-sill,
a rose-bud in bloom,
the soft zephyr breeze
on an...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
 ...

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Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral...

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wrinkles and gray hair
aging bones creak and crackle
wisdom in her eyes...

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Worn wood is on the barn
like wrinkles from a hard life
Many long years have passed
It served its purpose, now filled
Things people didn't want to let...

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I stare at my mirror
So shocked by what I see
There is a strange woman
Staring right back at me

I must’ve been abducted
This must be a crazy...

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Upon my tiptoes, I gaze through a window, the window of my mind. 
I pull back the curtain, peer from a partially drawn blind.

Before me...

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Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered...

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