Old(A) Poems - Poems about Old(A)

... Thoughts whisper tales of what has been, In tenses old, a faded scene. To pierce that veil, a conscious plea, Drop mind's chatter, and simply be. Let senses bloom, a vibrant hue, The wor......

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...Something old, something blue, Aged not old, a odd pairing, which unfits the mold. Taste acquiring, pungent smell, putrid looks, uninspiring. It is the dare that begs one to love it. One ......

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...From the Earth's deep slumber, ancient Gaia woke in pain, Whispering a plea to futures, a celestial rain, A trillion hearts of teenagers, called by name, Five champions arising, their destinies the s......

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...My first car is starting to smell old Like my grandparents house that they no longer live in Reminds me of an antique store With trinkets and wooden and things I’ve never seen It smells of a jack......

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...When I was 10 years old, a new neighbor moved in next door. This man's name was Scott, and his wife was Kay. Scott was an old looking man whose body had been broken over years of work. He was about 5......

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...Faded Love Vanishing rainbow, freezing rain, dead desire, broken life Lost faith, sinking fate, desert life, fear, lost hope, a knife A blade in a heart, that is dead, lost wistfulness, torn b......

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...future unforeseen I was flipping burgers on my birthday 25 years old, a late-night burger shack we had our share of drunks and good time, I sometimes followed one of them home so they didn’t......

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...A is for Artists, ageless souls ignite, In Malleshwaram's magic, bathed in golden light. B is for Bard's whispers, stories that unwind, Connecting young and old, a tapestry we find. C is for C......

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...Time an elusive thread, Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown. From birth to death, its secrets keep winding, Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories. A journey ......

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...In the season of gratefulness, we gather today, To give thanks for blessings, in every way. A poem crafted with love, for young and old, A Christian reflection, a tale to be told. Thanksgiving is ......

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...Shariah had turquoise hair and rouge so red. Usually people like this are copse, they’re dead. She must be fifty-years old a teenager said. I rolled my eyes, at this young corn-fed. Fifty is my......

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... I do not know when my time on earth Will end, when I will go – I’m not sure if I’m destined for tomorrow Or if today will have the final say I do not know when my heart will leave......

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...War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for A calamity brings death and great destruction. Nation against nation, death and misery scores ......

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...A fetid fruit of tedious listless life Ye seldom troubled at the dawn of time, But under today’s skies ye prevail rife And plague many poor souls in pink of prime. If thy hoary hist’ry offer......

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...In days of old, a king of Hope did reign, With joyous heart, he welcomed a new gain. He was expecting a child, a son to bless his days, A future bright, a hope that never fades. In his preparat......

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