Elder Poems - Poems about Elder

the greatest classroom I ever sat in was my mother's kitchen she said give what you want if you get it back stay if you don't leave she said you might not ever get a degree in law but you damn well better get a degree in people she said you cannot have an independent mouth and a...

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The little one came and asked the elder How did things come to be? The elder answered in abstract A truth for all to see It didn't happen all at once, but over many years It happened with joy, laughter, and many silent tears Like death from a thousand cuts, we just didn't want it to be real Now all we have...

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Master, my eyes now have cataracts, my bones ache and stiffen when I rise, I cannot chase squirrels like I used to, nor fetch a tennis ball the way I did as a pup, but I love living with my family, and the gentle pats on my head. Though the long walks have shortened, and there's gray fur on my muzzle, I enjoy napping...

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[ M y h a p i n e s s i s y o u r s m i l e ] … The universe has burdened yet blessed me with life; throughout the seasons of my being, I’ve been met with discouragement, depression, and insecurity, yet shone through that was happiness...

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newborn youthfulness natures juxtaposition now elder wisdom...

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Searching outside of myself Far and wide Looking into the eyes and souls of others Seeking answers Looking for my missing part Always sensing an absence Awakening one day with tears in my eyes A complete realization I had found my missing piece Or rather My missing piece had found me Silent warm tears streamed down my cheeks An inner heat grew in my belly My...

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Growing older is a carousel of highs and lows, each spin a memory, each turn a change. It’s the morning ache in places you never thought could hurt, the pizza you once devoured now a restless night’s companion. Your vision softens, sounds blur, and the quiet hum of life’s smaller details becomes...

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She handled it all,fiercely She stood as support, strongly The iron pillar, Shielding them from unfamiliar. Handling responsibilities Kicking off the insecurities. Marking her territory Making mistakes Teaching lessons bravely. Many roles she played Second mother she was called. Being parent to parents Being breadwinner in many. Sacrifices she made For being son to many. Yet she took it...

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He's an elder now so don't dare forget. He has special needs and they need to be met.. Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down, or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown.. Never was a barker but now lets you know. Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow.. The laminated flooring makes...

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Never thought I'd live long enough to see a holocaust. A holy slip of land whittled into a divining rod for carnage and death. The footsteps of Jesus filling with blood and moral decay. Perfect words lost in the throat of scorched earth days. If the elders weren't busy {slaughtering each other gleefully}. Their children would be playing hide...

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A gem I taught in his school And under him grabbed the rule: An Igbo man from Okpo, Whose enemies she shot “Kpoo!” With him you don’t around fool: He’d begin to lose his cool. Staff learnt to submit their notes, Even if one had twelve coats But with same staff reveled And with that up things leveled… No intimidating him - His wine glass fills...

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Panagiota Romios Spirited, elaborate and gracefully She weaves with ease her poetry Wistful, yet strong, carries her own A starry queen on her exalted thrown She writes to please Puts minds at ease Cinnamon and peppermints, I wish her well Flowers and dance for mademoiselle A true patriot, all Americana A loving mother and...

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Amelia Romero NM a daughter When I look back I relive petty torments The way you teased me The way I displeased you The scars I needn’t show With nowhere else to go Avoided you miserably Your need for turbulence had held me hostage Your drama Day by day Flashes of you Only glimpses of possibility Vows of a better life When I look back...

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Louder than the silence Heard beyond my heart’s echo, Darker than the shadows Secreted where feelings bled Through the delicate colors Hues of hopeful, fresh Young faces in delicate light, Smiles alive, aware – so bright Louder than the stillness, The hush beneath the calm, Quieting the heartbreak Feelings bleeding through The dark, where an echo glistened, Calling for the earlier times, The breathless moments History, flowing in the thoughts Reminiscing,...

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He's a Presbyterian Elder By occupation Car Welder: If you don't mind: Welder Elder, By choice in the job, not fell there... Fellow Elders for the good air, Easy to find them in nice wear, Grudging not a perfumed hair, With two good cars and still a spare... So, special: this Welder Elder, Doting Husband of Emelda, User of the job's Equipment. Likely seeker...

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