Old People Poems - Poems about Old People

"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " ...Read More

They wend their way through Sunshine City Cobblestoned, sloped, and Old World pretty; And lined with colorful, homes in glad unity, Streets linked heart to heart, in deep affinity. Up one crooked path, and down to the river, As rosy...Read More

The exaltation of my depression controlled my free will Sensing the elusiveness of a thing called Love feeling the high and the low of it I expected the low to go away but it didn't Only a lingering memory...Read More

It sucks getting old wouldn't you say. You wake up tired almost everyday. Your joints hurt, your muscles ache. Pills for arthritis you now have to take. Your bones begin to creak and crack. Can't stand up straight cuz you're...Read More

Youth is strong Yet foolishly wrong The wisdom of the gray hairs Is truest love It's been here before It's opens doors Relist in the wrinkles of it's arms Allowing the lips of wisdom Kiss those heart beating promises Glorify see trough the...Read More

Growing old is as they say a part of life It can cause you strife It can cause discourse It can even cause remorse Growing old can be a delight That can have the wisdom to make things right That can...Read More

scarecrow Joe is sliding off his pole not enough cognition to fulfill his role lost his balls and his jacks to the ruthless Taliban stumbling to Oz down a bloody brick road...Read More

The children in the park See the old, gray-haired woman Every afternoon. They watch her. She is always sitting in the rocking chair On her porch, sometimes reading, Sometimes knitting, Sometimes just rocking, half asleep. What they don’t know Is that she...Read More

We start out with our tiny feet inked,                               to show our paper footprints.                  ...Read More

She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think. Her body moved from memory now, the right bit of dish detergent, she...Read More

Why weep so easily in old age? Vulnerable to memory that thins No substance, A sparse waterfall like draped silk on bony shoulders We need reminding about...Read More

antique portrait ...Read More

Part One There was a time not so long ago you had respect for life A lust for living with a spirit that wasn't meant to die What ever happened to the man once identified inspiring...Read More

One full scarlet moon ago, in a region of a million stones lying there are spirits of historical past with many stories to be told using a portable sun some wake up greeting with spooky noises and gather the others Opening their books, ears...Read More

Alone upon the bench he perched, blue eyes locked in hollow stare, Like almonds long since plunged to earth, with little flourish or fanfare. A look of depth—an Artesian well, into which one could fall for days, Storied...Read More