Best Wrinkles Poems

WRINKLES*


Wrinkles:
Wondrous memorials    
Masterfully engraved      
By
Graceful Age 
For
Commemorating the victories of self 
Over 
The afflictions of life! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
  15 NOVEMBER 2013


*Having read Andrea’s Dietrich: The Wrinkles Justifier, I commented that
I might be inspired to write...

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Old guys
don’t look cool in jeans
with frayed fabric
and faded seams

So I’ve developed
my own unique style
with colourful clothing 
accessorized with a smile

For this old guy
a stylish cap is my choice 
I have a twinkle in my eye
and a kind gentle voice

It’s true I don’t wear
a younger...

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Like bookends, Grandma and Grandpa —
those smiles — only one wears the apron
and the music, classical and gypsy

I was glowing in their eyes, growing
only for one who kept her pride of me,
when for the longest time, inferiority.

Blessing of a Hungarian household
we left just in time...

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Today she lives on memories
Morsels of her past
Betrayed by time and left to die
Death's shadow has been cast

The wrinkles on her lonely face
Tell stories of joys and pains
A map of sorts, of who she was
Is all that now remains

She has no need for future things
No...

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Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…

Couldn't you have found some other place ?

What made you furrow between my eyes ?

And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….

When I look in the mirror, all I can see…

Is a silver haired person staring back at me….

Then there...

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Soon will turn eighty, that's over the hill
But the Highland Fling, I'm able to do still
As my kilt flips up
One can see I'm no pup
With wrinkles on my wrinkles I'm heading downhill


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Time has erased her
The vibrant young woman
With lines around eyes

©2015 by Regina Riddle...

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GRANDPA'S WRINKLES
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I sat beside my grandpa in the verandah,
And watched him gazing in the sky.
Suddenly he smiled and I noticed 
His wrinkles too smiled with him

I asked, 

Grandpa, why your face is full of wrinkles
Because I am  an old man dear,
Said he.

He smiled again...

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Just lately I’ve been spending so much time
on re-arranging words upon my page,
correcting meter, finding perfect rhyme-
I swear it’s this that’s causing me to age.

You see, I never rest until it’s done,
a half completed write won’t let me sleep
throughout the darkest hours, until the sun
casts...

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Past, present, future
Children of earth back to earth
Leaving our thumbprint...

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mist rises across the mountain’s wrinkles
painting the hills in His silent embrace
rain, His blessing, gently falls in sprinkles
mist rises across the mountain's wrinkles
laughing, singing, glistening with twinkles
pausing to pray for His abiding grace
mist rises across the mountain's wrinkles
painting the hills in His silent embrace
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"Crumbling is not an instant act..."
                       Emily Dickinson

Why do we find old buildings beautiful,
books, whose pages are crumbling to dust;
weatherworn wooden doors once...

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i sit in silence
taking stock of this novel
that is my face its ruffled corners
and frayed pages written line by line
a faded cover aged and worn out in spots
old-fashioned dedication to the human race
some pages tattered wrinkled some even torn
but a worthwhile read perhaps for whomever
is...

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Will you still love me…when my lustrous black hair your fingers are ever drawn to, 
turns thin and dull and gray?
When that youthful glow and my rosy cheeks wrinkle and my beauty fades?

Will you still love me…When you no longer recognize the sultry sway of...

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Not all my faults were mine
See, if you follow every line, 
Cracked yearly by life's quakes 
After every turn she takes 

What did not fall apart
Was recycled, to restart,
Not knowing now or then
She'd fractured, yet again 

Basking on bone and skin
A wrinkle forms, o, so...

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