Old Poems | Examples of Old Poetry

My hair! My hair! Where has it all gone? I had more yesterday, long and blonde But now it falls, like leaves on a tree How could my hair be so mean to me! Well, I must admit, I was not fair Can I help if I wanted blonde hair? It was my trademark, it made me fine But now that's gone,...

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Used to gad about town as such in my day but don't get around much anymore conked out zonked out (perchance to dream) I prefer to remain housebound indoors yes it's an age-old refrain my dogs are barking and my best guess they may really be completely up the wrong tree entirely but my best bet yet feeling my years (the weight of the world) I'm...

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That old elf is unschooled, but he taught himself Has more knowledge than books on a librarian’s shelf We call him the amazing wizened elf, for he is you see. Much brighter than my siblings, actually, my whole family. He can do better surgery than most doctors can do A self-taught veterinarian, he saved a sheep’s life too Old elf is...

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Hello! Old friend, You crossed my mind today, After decades of no thoughts of you. Today, I sat across a meeting I'd rather avoid; Then I thought of you. I wonder what happened to the life of us. We were there, then we weren't; Too absorbed by the happenings. We didn't remember to preserve our sight of each other. My old friend, I thought...

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wind blowing my hair heard Seger roll me away woke up on the porch...

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Bouncing off a trampoline Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~ A ‘cancelled Czech’ ...

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In the silence of the world echoes the sound of old-fashioned verses, full of desires and whispers, where the rhymes of love intertwine with the thread of time, losing themselves in the distant horizon, I give you everything I have, without reservation, each moment flowing like a river of unbroken emotions, what is mine becomes yours, and yours...

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Growing old Together I’m just a lonely man living out my life. One day I looked up and you arrived. Without saying a word, I knew that you were the one. I could take you out on a date, we could have lots of fun. I would protect you with my life, and always. Thank...

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I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a callous retribution, set aside, tombed over. I was curious to learn how much remained and in what condition. Up came the lid with a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age smell. The paint on top, had dried, to a skin, a...

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The older I get the more I think Of my very last day on earth It's almost impossible not to think about it I'm not obsessed by it But when I hear of all these famous people That I've known for a lifetime Passing away at or around my age It makes me stop and wonder When my final day will arrive Will I...

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One day the lion will walk through the door and grab my tired and old arm, My wrinkled arm, the one with which I threw the dice in the game of my life, And I will scream in the bedroom, understanding nothing of the force with which it presses me, It will be far too strong, and people...

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What am I if not an abandoned house, a cathedral of forgotten and old dreams, Watching others glow with life, like stars caught in crystal jars, Painted in joy, while I unravel in the silence of dusty time, The floors creak under the steps of memories, shadows dancing on the carpet of nostalgia. They say I am empty, but...

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Old Coulda' Shoulda' Woulda' It Usually Goes In That ORDER. But That's Plagiarism! *** I MEANT It Different This Time! I Forgot What The Title Was: It Was Good: Good and Funny. Not Old & Boring. -Gray Squirrel 05-13-2025 ...

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Always changing, moving, rising and falling. I love to stand by a sandy strand and yell at the ever-rolling ocean. I go down to the restless seas and tidal lakes, I go down as an exiled Neptune goes down to shake my trident in a brazen joy and defiance, to be part of that upheaval of the sea but not in it. I love...

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In old New England cemeteries weather-worn slate markers hold each name with tenacity while the teeth of time slowly grind each letter until its name disappears as if it had been no more than a frozen breath of frost etched on a sunlit window pane. ...

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