Forty Poems - Poems about Forty

Stevie is no aberration Many spoiled forty-year-old men Now live in mama’s basement Playing video games all night Sleeping all day while mama does their laundry And makes their meals...

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I wake up already tired, eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights, stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams, parents fighting over bills, over nothing, over everything. at school, the hallways are battlefields, words sharper than fists, hands that shove, mouths that sneer, judgment like a plague spreading from locker to locker. I scroll through images of perfection, faces carved by filters, bodies built in mirrors, wondering why...

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I awoke from Illness at the age of forty-five, calm and lucid, In reasonable health, with a weakened liver and a face of borrowed flesh, The sunrise made its way through the window, settling on my shoulders like a veil, As if, stepping out of the fog of suffering, I had entered a world forgotten for its beauty. My...

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Forty years ago, we said “I do” You pledged to me, and I pledged to you And in a fleeting moment’s span, our journey through life began. Our friendship over time has grown Despite the curved balls, life has thrown. God has His divine magic spun Uniting our souls into one. As we have grown closer to Him, Our love was kept from...

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December Seventh Forty One By Franklin Price 12/07/2024 December seventh forty one Was quite some time ago Soon will be a century With no one left to know What happened on that awful day When the planes came overhead Sunk our ships and killed our people But our country was not dead We responded to the melee And by nineteen forty five We dropped the “A” bombs on...

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Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds... regarding President elect Donald John Trump. As a cruel joke to self, I imagined myself as a Republican for that one glorious day voting for the candidate who clinched the nomination as our next commander in chief and still reeling in the heady years when said unnamed person graced the covers of countless magazines, (especially...

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Short stubble streaked with gray A scarred face and eyes that know Its a decade short of the crisis But forty is already in tow...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice Rather than be a day late and dollar short, I opted to post poem acknowledging the second of February, where eponymous groundhog gets his (most often male) foretelling whether there will be six more weeks of winter upon oblate spheroid generating hoopla whether spring will arrive early and satiate those folks who...

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Fourteen is yawnful and staring, Lying around in pyjamas at noon, Wondering, ‘What to do?’ Then scooping and gulping some sludge From a tub in the fridge – Until a parent full of peeves, aged around forty, Comes fuming and growling, Banging and slamming Until each glooms In their room. Fourteen and forty – Leaving the cleaning-up For tomorrow. ...

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King Duncan wouldn't allow it Chin sweat and air conditioning Sending me into a linguistic shaming spiral Flavoursome mints and sparkling water Won't fix this wet nightmare Telling the steps to SHUT UP Sock sniffer Chemical bomb leather shoes Armpits oceaning Give me Nigeria Or the jungle Where the birds don't sing My wife has been reading The Return of the Native for ten years But...

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i feel haunted. not by ghosts but by you. everywhere i turn you are there. sour candies and baby’s breath. pink roses and backwards caps. i am haunted by what you were to me, how it will never be like that again especially. oh to have that erased. would it be a waste to have not...

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Forty percent was the chance it would rain, Which is what my phone app was predicting. I went for my walk with my eye to the sky, But the darkening clouds were conflicting. I had an umbrella which fits in the bag Where I carry my water for drinking, So I ambled on, getting further away And I wondered just what I...

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[Not strictly limericks as syllable count is out, But hey… be a rebel… ignore the rules!] _______________________________________ I met the young lady from flat forty-five I told her, “Your beauty makes me feel alive.” She said, “My name’s Lexi.” Her voice was SO sexy My heart beat as though it was in overdrive She took no persuading to give me a kiss And...

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What is that creature who lingers on the ’49 Ford? Asked Boss Hog. We looked but were not sure until we saw the sniffing junk yard dog. The red car with rust? The bookkeeper asked, wondering too. Oh, yes, said Boss Hog. Is that a Faerie from the ocean blue? I can go ask her I offered, but she...

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