Old Poems | Examples of Old Poetry

silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard I call him Old Mister he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form. If you gently pull them out of the cinders You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn. I pulled twenty...

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Rat a tat tat..from the off…doff my hat to that.. rare..great hair and flair pair…the cool cat and crazy cat.. Teasing twang…of the Pant and anti Pant thang..the genesis of a genius nemesis it brang..tomfoolery along with duelery schoolery.. pleasing tang of yin and yang.. Whole shebang rang of..sublime Pantomime..our hearts sang…pangs for the young gun in...

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When you meet with old friends After months, even years, There is comfort in having No need to switch gears. For the groundwork’s been set And the basics are known, So there’s just catching up – How the grandkids have grown! But most likely you’ll talk About health or its lack And the surgeries done On the hips, knees or back. There’ll be notes to compare About...

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when I was young, I remember hearing people say all old people want to talk about is their bowel movements Now that I am old that’s all I want to talk about...

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A practice kiss with her hand Misses body, heart The droplets like her fall — She amasses their death Even inside, outside Let rain go no further....

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Fading away as the days dwindle down to a dismal few I'm still grinning what more can I do my head's spinning eyes dimming hair thinning but if the devil's in the details he drives a hard bargain and if heaven's like a five-star hotel with 'Welcome' on the mat remember when beginning your final innings there'll be no winning when you're up at bat ...

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Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path. An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face, Disconnected and hanging. She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan. They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350. Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of...

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She took a stroll one moonlit night in search of lumps of anthracite. She knew that coal could soothe her soul: one moonlit night, she took a stroll. Insomniac, anaplasty coal soothed her soul: but she knew she would need, to get her nostrils back, anaplasty. Insomniac, obsessed with smoking magic weed, to get her nostrils back, she’d need a plastic surgeon – but the...

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l listen to music everyday it takes away my bodies pain from rustling leaves to thunder storms to soothing sounds, l love it all Music is the Art of man just like a poet but sounds its plan if it has, connective heart and reaches mine, we'll never part l read it's written about despair but only instruments do l care 17...

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I remember when our children were children…and we were younger as well… In a time they believed everything we said…oh the jokes and stories we would tell… We could tell them the moon was made of cheese, fool them with card and magic tricks and when we told stories around the campfire..they would sit and listen…transfixed. One of my...

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Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream We all dream of chocolate and ice cream We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels We all dream of good, bad guys and devils That’s where nightmare comes into play We all dreams of better days in May When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm Spring fever brings hope, something new and...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will cause them to feel blue. My old husband, has a way of making everyday a special day, that makes me chuckle, with his attention to detail. My old husband, is such...

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There was an old man from Fargo, With a wife whose name was Margo. They were quite the pair Neither had much hair They traveled the world with no cargo! ...

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Growing old things loved and cherished come and go phone calls- text messages thinning tossed aside in a world of folly and frost- Growing old in a world that keeps getting colder hard faces-hovering over graying steps cobwebs in the corner of an empty nest Growing old, another funeral procession -one friend less life becoming endless blue eulogy-nothing more nothing...

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we are all drones on the freeway today hardly any excitement this side of the bay then two crazy racing drivers head our way They whip past me, one yellow, one gray Youngsters I think rolling my hazel eyes Unsure actually, their windshields dark as spies But they drive like maniacs, like I did at twenty-three When did I turn into old...

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