Old Boy Poems - Poems about Old Boy

Old Boy In the valley Of my soul Lives a boy Who never grows old The kid’s a keeper Of my regrets He holds the key To all my secrets He opens the book Of shame and self doubt Turning pages To purge it all out Chapters need reading And read with a shout Ones like The Boy And The Older Adults Deep inside The young man resides Living with scars His needs unrealized Gifts from...

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I see the fingernails of a nine-year-old boy at the end of my hands They make me laugh. How did he get them away from me? And how did he reattach them?...

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When we were both fifteen, I jumped on your Cadillac’s hood and scratched the hell out of it as only a dancing teenage girl could do. I remember you watching me with sparkly hazel eyes, as if I was a pet, and you were so proud that I was yours, and brand new. I did not hear a...

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She loved her forty-two year old boy, so completely, He was her obedient little guy, His actions never made her sigh or cry. She was glad to fold his laundry ever so neatly. The arrangement was not one hundred percent sweetly, As his dad was not totally on board. Tried to move junior out, on his own accord. To a studio...

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My toes are filthy, soiled from yesterday. I needed a bath all day But I played instead. And then the lights went out. No lights. No bath. My eyes keep looking at my dirty toes. They are caked and soiled. Possibly have bugs in them. I went to bed like this? Am I crazy? Big smile now. I know a bath would feel good, But it...

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I am totally invisible to you. You have no idea who I am. Because I'm wearing an old woman body, but it's a joke because I'm a 9-year-old-boy. My husband knows me better than anyone. Did you use your inhaler? Uh-huh. You did not! Yes, I did! Tongue's out now. I KNOW YOU're Lying! Did you use your breathing machine? Forgot I had one. Did you remember to...

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Men who like men join a gentleman's club Hen-pecked husbands play rub-a-dub-dub Men who like food go straight to the grub So all the rest of us head for the pub All Blacks enjoy squeezing pigskin Yanks love their beer, the British their gin The ladies prefer champagne Micky Finn Sipped under a table at Peckers Inn The morning after should never exist But...

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Your life must have changed, I wonder It's not like it used to be, I guess It is much better now, I hope You are yourself again, the best My life is still the same, you bet Although some things have changed; a few For better and for worse, it depends But I keep holding on, still Your kids are older now, I'm...

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I sit upon the sun-room wall The man I was painted for has gone Parted this life, now is pain free Left 4 daughters who miss him so His love for cowboys was well known In charity shops the shelves would scour For books and movies to be shown Would watch and watch by the hour His second love was Bruce Lee Those movies...

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FRENCH GIRLS in the eyes of an innocent 15 yr American old boy My son Sweet naive Raised in China Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned Where no girl kisses Until her university days end. Raised in China Where knees are covered-- Lips are sealed-- Where boys Only dream Of the wonders of Red sex. My son Said he loved Paris ...

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His face swinging from ear to ear A bemused smile lighting up His gander gait Under the burlap mop ...

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My Old Boy I’ve written about a little dog that I had But little Maggie was really bad I had to return her, she was to much for me All over the house she would poop and pee So again it was just my old Bandit and me His health getting worse even just to see After I lost my...

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SUDDENLY SOMETHING Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell? Well that’s where my FESTERING fears dwell And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl She...

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Azure winds picks desert puffs off the canyon crests. Corliss trots the edge of the plateau, shimmering red rock. Over yonder the village hangs a sign, "No Good Corliss: Shoot On Sight." When the years stretch on like an aching Texas sun, Bad man Corliss will lay down his arms, his anger, even his grit. Only the boy...

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Alone on the trail, pushing daylight, we two pull into a small arroyo to bed down. Nigh unto exhaustion, hot food transcends tired old bones and the smell of sweat, but not enough for either one of us to volunteer. The fire, more for company than for heat soon plays its lonely desert song into night air. We...

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