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Eighty Four Poems - Poems about Eighty Four

Eighty four ar nai re bela

The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world
Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest
the cadence and the cascade in chorus  , the sky at day break ,a longing
ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard  and the

Categories: eighty four, goodbye, perspective,
Form: Free verse

Micro Eighty Four

You blissfully bring out the child in me

Categories: eighty four, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse

Eighty Four Voices

Last Moments of the Crew 
of the Ocean Ranger?

Eighty-four voices cried out in the night 
In the roar of the wind driven seas. 
Help us, we're drowning, this rig's going down 
And we'll miss Valentine's Day. 
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Damn! Why won't it work; they said that it would! 
Why the hell can't we right her back

Categories: eighty four, sea,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

At Eighty-Four Years Old

it caught me this time. my luck rode away and i am here. it possesses many mansions. fine and prepared. i cannot witness him. i perceive he is here. i breathe from my walk, rest next to a throne with the markings of all nations. past and present. evil hearts cannot pass here. they throw

Categories: eighty four, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

My Opinion At Eighty-Four

Does my opinion still count at eighty-four
Or am I from the old school to be ignored
Life once positive rated
Now life's been updated
Things once mattered now leave me bored

Categories: eighty four, age,
Form: Limerick

Eighty-Four Candles

Hell is awaiting, it's closing in on me
No more birthday cakes which set fire to trees
Eighty-four candles
Leaves forests in shambles
But in spite of it all, I still sing when I pee

Categories: eighty four, fun,
Form: Limerick

Eighty-Four Candles

Hell is awaiting, it's closing in on me
No more birthday cakes which set fire to trees
Eighty-four candles
Leave the forest in shambles
But in spite of it all, I still sing when I pee

Categories: eighty four, hilarious,
Form: Limerick

When I'M Eighty-Four

When I was 20, I met  men a plenty
And I made a match with as many
As I could
And all the while my face split
With snotty trails of my travails

When I was 30, I quite dirty
Ran down the aisle in pure white
Trying to fight
Off the smile that threatened 
To overtake my rationality
With love leaking down

Categories: eighty four, remember, wisdom,
Form: Free verse