Decrepit Poems - Poems about Decrepit

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We cannot fight old age – So, when I get there… I’ll just embrace it with a big dollop of humour!! Quote by poet. My decrepit body makes me cry Growing old ain’t fun, I cannot lie My bladder leaks, it makes me sigh Pelvic exercises I will have to try! I’m not so agile, I am...

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Becoming decrepit is an inevitable occurrence Challenging wellness of its real consequence Oldness evidently attacks, confronting my denial’s insistence… Now, I must be ready midst time's persistence To face frailty courageously with joyous iridescence! Undoubtedly obvious Physical debility shows how life is precious Prodding me to value moments, being cautious Warning me that I can be both anxious and oblivious… Thus; my strength...

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Psalms 118:22-24 - NKJV: “The stone which the builders rejected Has become the chief cornerstone. This was the LORD's doing;” ************************************************************** ...

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I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why Even though telling you will make me cry My world has been turned around, upside down And I've developed an eternal frown. I've tried to be helpful all of my life Now, sadly I have to think more than twice I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn If only I could have been told,...

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"Though old and dilapidated, one's dear home can never be empty. It will be full of memories- sweet and sour- a snapshot out of time that talks aloud of happy memories. Even amid the hovering gloom, it emanates a sweet fragrance of love and warmth" ~ By Poet To this decrepit house, with walls well worn, I come...

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‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end at ‘ Death’. - Poet In last phase decrepit heart to mourn. All achievements turned obsolete. ...

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Suddenly a face in the mirror stares back, You're growing old...silver hairs in black. Evening twilight fades into a dark night. Why do colours no longer look bright? With small dark rings under sunken eyes the peach sunset, is just a weary sunrise. Taut cheeks drooping, wrinkles everywhere Carefree youth abandoned to old-age care. Life keeps melting like a flickering candle, a...

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I glanced into the broken mirror, The fragments, now separated by cracks, Like islands by a river, each holding a piece of myself, And I, a lamenting boatman, lost in the very waters in between. On one island, I saw the old river bank, by the daffodils, Where we sat and played and sang songs...

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“A beautiful car is something to be adored and if possible, restored in later years to its former beauty. Some of your best memories it keeps.” by poet There is a very old decrepit car. She was my father’s “baby” long ago. Named Jaguar D – like a Superstar - she cruised downtown with a polished glow. The young kids oohed...

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looking worse for wear at the mercy of winter's harsh elements. a stray dog, ...

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“The fervent garden grieves as the frail flowers called love enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet The rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange, bleeding colors bleached from the twilight zone clouds that rainstorm daubs as blemish on dilapidated essence when the shades of grey paint the frayed linen of...

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As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze, only apathetic thoughts remain in this nonchalant existence of my diseased body and over the hill mind! It reminds me a time of agility, A time of struggle and celebrations, An age when dreams of a better future bloomed, And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals...

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“By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” - George Burns I watched them As they watched me Silently, stunned to see What would be the sum… Shadowed by life’s plans Do they understand? There is One who had it planned For them and me, it’s in His hands I watched them go from young to...

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Before midnight ticks, I turn to my interior world , One that cradles myrhh of reminisces and sagas, Allowing breaths to inhale the agony and radiance of loved ones' trails now beyond my physical reach-- Watching the decrepit portraits on the foyer, July air greets the dew on blossoms, monarchs flitting in my...

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