Old Poems

Read wonderful old poetry on the following sub-topics: age, beautiful, christmas, classic, death, depression, friendship, getting, humanity, life, love, nature, and more. Read a definition and example (where appropriate).

List of New Poems

PM	Poem Title	Poet	Form	Categories
	The Flecked Face	Subimal Sinha-Roy	Senryu	analogy, life, old,
	Elderly Addicted Feline	M. L. Kiser	Kimo	old, animal, cat, image, imagery,
	Spring Blossoms	M. L. Kiser	Lanterne	old, body, death, image, life,
	The life is	Pashang Salehi	Masnavi	allusion, angst, life, old,
	THIS OLD BODY	Line Gauthier	Limerick	age, appreciation, body, old,
	Woo Song 2-26-19	William Coyne	Rhyme	love, old,
	An Idyllic Poem	Wieslaw Musialowski	Free verse	fate, old, sad,
	bob dylan, may your story be forever told	George Christos	Ballad	old, blessing, celebration, for him,
	If	Kurt Philip Behm	Rhyme	dark, old, youth,
	Acta Non Verba Speaks Volumes	matthew harris	Free verse	old, 12th grade, february, fruit,
	Who is the fool The old or the new	Bobby May	Free verse	old,
	Our Daily Bread	Annabelle Dillon	ABC	old, racism,
	Mismatched Dishes Beautiful	Dear Heart	Verse	old,
	Not Today	Susan Jeavons	Rhyme	old, age, change, future, life,
	On Growing Old	Panagiota Romios	Rhyme	family, old, relationship, technology,
	Growing Old	Pamela Langdon	I do not know?	old, cute, fun, funny, humor,
	Atrophy	John lawless	Monoku	age, life, old,
	My Poet Walker	Bobby May	Rhyme	old,
	PURPLE AND I LEARN TO SPIT	Ann Gilmour	Rhyme	grandchild, humorous, old, woman,
	Seafaring Days	W.A. CHOLT	Tanka	age, fate, old, youth,
	OLD AGE	Jim Yerman	Verse	old,
	From heaven to baby	Will Thomas	Free verse	age, courage, love, old,
	The Lives Of The Ruins	M. L. Kiser	Personification	old, appreciation, beautiful, history, inspiration,
	Alone	Ojingiri Hannah	Free verse	age, humor, humorous, old,
	Nothing changes	Robert Broadbent	Rhyme	growing up, old, youth,
	Reminiscing	Adesina Idris Dolapo	Free verse	beach, love, old,
	Clueless Time	Evan Palmer	Free verse	age, old, time, youth,
	Father time has made me lose my prime	robin davis	Rhyme	age, funny, old, pain,
	Not F fade away	Paul Warren	Ballad	music, old,
	Variations On A Theme	matthew harris	Bio	old, age, birthday, depression, fantasy,
	A drink to the cold	Tom Cunningham	Limerick	cool, drink, old,
	JANUARY	CayCay Jennings	Acrostic	old, change, january, new year,
	This Kind Old Woman	Michael Wise	Rhyme	old, absence, friendship, memory, nostalgia,
	Renaissance Poetry	Bobby May	Acrostic	old,
	Sad End	Terry Hoffman	Couplet	age, death, depression, old,
	It's a Cold World	Janice Canerdy	Rhyme	anger, angst, old, youth,
	The New Year	Michelle Faulkner	Monoku	new year, old, remember,
	Deathbed	Aa Harvey	I do not know?	old, children, cry, heaven, love,
	LEND AN EAR	Line Gauthier	Rhyme	age, loneliness, old, silence,
	When I Get Old	Kenneth R. Jenkins	Free verse	change, old,
	DECEMBER FOURTEENTH	Marc Pallanes	I do not know?	old, age, christmas, december, depression,
	Grandson	Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble	Free verse	old, dedication, grandson, growing up,
	Four Stages of Fire	Stella Healy	Free verse	old, food, health, moving on,
	TIME KNOWS NOT LOVE	norberto franco cisneros	Free verse	age, devotion, love, old,
	OAP Mobile Valeting	Owen Yeates	Rhyme	old,
	Mirror mirror on the wall	Vesna Kovrlija	I do not know?	old,
	Switch Fast	Gershon Wolf	Limerick	drug, leadership, nonsense, old,
	Charlie's Old Bar	P.S. AWTRY	Rhyme	appreciation, art, nostalgia, old,
	This Old House	Bobby May	Free verse	house, old,
	A NOT-SO-HIDDEN TREASURE	Jim Yerman	Verse	age, inspiration, old,

Old Poem Example

Where The Sycamore Grew

The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow,
regarding it now,  with our time-worn eyes...

The street seems narrower, and the trees are taller..
Where once open fields spanned both sides of the road
there are new tract houses, and fences have bloomed
The neighboring orchards have all been removed

But somehow we knew the house would remain....
As if seen from a distance, ...yet, so much is the same

There's a rusty-red tricycle, and a skate left behind
from someone's small child, that tomorrow will find.
They wait near the pavers that wind to the door
It's a path that we laid on a hot summer day...
in front of this house that sits at the bend
near the end of the road, where the sycamore grew...

As suddenly as wind will spring from the dust
thirty years fell away, and flew into in the past
And quickly alive, all the memories rise, 
     like a whirlwind of leaves, in a springtime of lives.....
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...Our first Christmas trees,. and our first holidays...
    Anniversaries we spent with just pizza and wine

 The place where I cried long into the night, 
  as the child in me grieved for a mother who died...

 Long, starry nights, I was bathed by the moon
                    rocking my babes to a lullaby tune
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Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow house
Our very first house, with the snow-white shutters

Strange, it may be, but I'm glad it's still yellow...
Still wearing the face of the warm summer sun 

The sun- yellow house, with a flagstone path
Where old slate stones bring the sun to the door
It's a path we laid on a warm summer day
in a place that we knew as our very first home
 
Just a small yellow house, with snow-white shutters...
that sits 'round the bend, where the sycamore grew...


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Poem Copyright © Carrie Richards