Old Man Poems - Poems about Old Man

Moonlit Cane Tango

Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide, 
 His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride. 
 Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry, 
 And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye. 

 
 Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend

The Old Man

He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming 
His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence 
Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst 
Once on a path to something before nothing 
Stricken from life the dignity must swallow 

He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep 
What am I but a man of worldly demise

That Decrepit Old Man

In the dog days of summer, the kids discover a decrepit house and the old man (Rentaro Mikuni) who lives there alone.
— Zac Ntim, Deadline, 4 Feb. 2025 

He was an old decrepit man, was he not?
His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot.
Few rooms: a chair, a table and rotten cot.
He lived in

Old Man

Old Man

his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty gray bristle
life has not been kind to him

there was a jolly old man from Dublin

there was a jolly old man from Dublin
drank way too much and home he went stublin`
a river he tried to cross 
only to slipped on the moss
now laughter never stops from the ducklin`

Untitled

the daylight lengthens
warm wet winds blow gently now
old man winter sleeps

Old Man Flynns Wind

There is nothing dainty about my wind
It lifts me out of my chair said old man Flynn
He rocks the house and the garage interjected his wife
I just let them rip, he agreed, thus, I have no strife.

Disgraceful Old Man

Old man is named for years gone by.  
In this era, health can receive support.  
The old man’s dull ears and eyes,  
And lost teeth can be rejuvenated. 

But an old man with feeble reasoning  
Confuses both allies and foes.  
Self-image as a historical king,  
Reviving territorial ambitions. 

Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along

Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along...

as his stronghold diminishes.

Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut
of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts
to reveal her true colors in fits and starts,
nevertheless, she displays skittishness,
when sun kissed "Radiance"
(the closest equivalent would be Aglaea
from Greek mythology,
one of the Charites (Graces)
associated with radiant beauty and festive splendor)
dearly

Sockdologizing Old Man Trap

You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks

Old man and young

This is a familiar village, with a few homes,  
Smoke rises straight from the chimneys’ domes.  
Today the streets are desolate and bare,  
Houses decaying, no one to care.  

Did the children dream of a future bright,  
And move to the city, like I did, on a flight?  
Did

Old Man Howard

• Old man Howard was farming one day
• When he spotted a weed in his yard
• He decided that it mustn't stay
• So he plucked it out then and there
• Off he went to milk his goats
• But they weren't producing any 
• So Old man Howard sold one of his boats 
• And bought

She Heard The Old Man Sing

It was late at night when she heard the old man sing , 2 am when he thought no one would hear . Slow and sweet he sang the songs once sung by a love passed on; beautiful and best enjoyed alone,unaware others are listening at night she will never speak to him about this

A Limerick-Composing Old Man

A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan.

Old Man, Winter

Winter’s chill is in the air, a frosty gasp
washing twilight in gentle, glistening songs
breathless dreams hesitate, rising from God’s grasp

hopeful hearts reach out, knowing their love belongs
wintery tongues tell their lies in glowing rhymes
washing twilight in gentle, glistening songs

each life is filled with blessings in pleasant times
I sincerely believe in His blazing fire
wintery tongues tell

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