Appreciation Grandparents Poems | Examples
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A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by family and Grandchildren
Forget the Nursing Home
Always a need to walk and talk
Enriched spirit
Wanting to enjoy and live
Breath of Life
Embracing refreshing flowers
Sometimes for hours
Oasis of their own
Rocking Chair moments
Reflecting on their past life
Youthful years
Wisdom mounts
Encouraging words
Exercising those joints
Friendly breezes in blessing
Smile to smile
Heart to heart
A Senior Citizen Start.
Za Za Zoom, Za Da Zing: Gen Zoomers
Ba Da Boom, Da Bing: Baby Boomers
Tech awakens in Baby Zoomers
Their Zoom nature being late bloomers
Digital video stays for sure
Watch your kid's vids, which ought to endure
Kiss those heartfelt hugs a grand goodbye
Doing face time on their time is why
So you'll all have to work from your homes
And pay most of your bills off your phones
Covid virtually did change us
Our offices then rearranged us
Save travel time by placing a call
Video games kick started this all
Techy Tacky is kinda wacky
Once Zoom evolves, it won't go backy
Couplet Various generational technology views
16 Lines 107 Words 5/19/22
From the gilded frame adorably kept on the bureau
Two benign faces look on us as we gaze in awe
My Grandpa who lived and died a true hero
My Grandma so ebullient, a chirping sparrow
They became man and wife so young in their teen
They built a small joyful empire, leading a life serene
Serving as prop to each other, lived as king and queen
Though gone out of reach, shed light with a rare sheen
Placed First
Brian Strand Formed Poetry Contest
Jan,26. 2022
Pride of Place Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
One More
Raise the curtain,
I am ready.
Let's write and read together,
for hours without end.
Dressing up in costumes,
singing crazy shanties,
or Round the Mountain western tunes.
Wear an apron,
a cape, a bonnet.
Be spontaneous and laugh.
Tell a joke... you made up.
Play with blocks,
and paint your own pictures...
upon their surfaces,
to reflect all the right letters,
and numbers and places
and faces.
A memory of yesterday,
a topic for tomorrow.
Be true to your craft,
get in the raft.
Don't swim to shore,
but out to sea,
and flee...
so we can save
all the flowers,
for hours...
and the powers to be,
will let us
live free,
or die...
with dignity.
What jubilant sight
Grandparent’s delight
Playing midst kid’s might
Bonding moments’ height!
Legacy so bright
Heritage upright
Love’s freedom-bliss’ flight
Blowing age gap’s blight!
September 4, 2019
Poem idea was based on photo number 2.
2nd place, "Free Verse or Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 9/8/2019.
Ageing POETICALLY- -A HAIKU
process growing grey
external signs of ageing
dried skin, brittle bones
aged elderly
immortal potentially
aged populate
made of dirt and clay
must age and die in nature
process growing old
becoming older
concepts Gerontology
an age populate
6/4/19
A contest on Aging Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
LIFE AWAY ASTRAY MAYBE NOW YOU GET IT RIGHT
The joys of your life
Have flickered away
You spirit soul gone astray
Generational cursed your life
Ridden and ridicule in stride
All that’s remaining is life
Alas before you die maybe you’ll get it right
12/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory.
Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine.
Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me.
I’m Elderly and Ain’t No Shame
I ‘m elderly and it ain’t no sin;
Ain’t no shame;
That I’m out on a lem;
America where you’ve been;
Won’t you come help me;
Churches are you praying;
Won’t you come help me;
People stop ignoring;
Children you have forgotten me;
I’m elderly and it ain’t no sin
I’m elderly and I ain’t shamed;
10/14/18
Written James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Entry and from anthology
"10th Annual INTER GENERATIONAL POETRY CONTEST”
UNO UNIVERSITY OF OMAHA /DEPARTMENT OF GERONTOLOGY
“I AM ELDERLY AND THIS IS HOW DOES AMERICA TREATS ME”
Snake pops up out of dead leaf pile.
Grandchildren scream.
Grandma picks up snake, a garter, not a python.
Puts snake on her lap, begins singing a "snakey song".
Everyone's in line, wanting the next turn.
All fear gone.
Members no longer with us
But still in our hearts
Here amidst reunions
A few less place settings
And empty chairs
Ghosts quietly mingle
Stealth and incognito
Among all the hugs
Smiles chatter laughter and stories
Barely noticed yet included
Far from forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Being beautiful beyond that of the physical form,
by the only way she knows to exist.
Her heart and her soul and her sacrifice,
even when in shadow are devils amidst.
Still she chooses to struggle to give,
because of love from a heart truly pure.
Even through times, unfair with their lies,
this woman continues to give more.
So I love her equally with all of my heart,
and shall forever remember her deeds.
I’ll pray for you and the rest of the world,
that you may meet such a woman,
and one day be as lucky as me
I looked down and I realized that
I had my grandmother’s hands
I’ve reached the point in life where the skin has thinned
and the veins have bulged
and thoughts of mortality land
At first it was upsetting, a reminder of age unrelenting
but soon after, I thought
What could be better than those loving hands
that soothed my fears
and dried my tears
oh how
I’ve missed my grandmother’s hands
6/11/81