Get Your Premium Membership

Old Poetry - Poems about Old Poetry

Old Before New
Every day once a while I could see the construction of a new building going by, It proceeds slow enough to make some innocent birds mistake it for an abandoned shelter; They have begun building their refuge on its dusty window sills, lovingly nurturing it to become permanent, giving their everything....

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, allusion, childhood, city, heart,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member New Year
It’s New Years on Poetry Soup With all the rhythm and rhyme And all the poets as a motley crew Tapping their feet in time Remembering what was Looking forward to something new Weaving words, courting pages Like as to a pseudo-sage’s review The simplicity of love Things written and rhymed from this group Love lost down below, not up above Tropes expressed by this troop These...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, new year, old, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Object
They touch me inside and out They twist and turn me all around I feel locked in And trapped out I can be small Or large I can be pressed and barged I have no space And i'm stuck in one place I break when were robbed im a door knob ...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, 11th grade, giggle, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Premium Member Aging Writer
In these dark and desolate times I have discovered I'm out of rhymes The messages are lame And so many poems the same But it's a struggle to find new words Just fighting to be heard I'm not proud of everything I write But I'm proud of the effort to do it right And how I started with limericks I found a lifelong passion...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, age, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Growing Old with Her
The age has bloomed on my face, from the alternate timelines I play Inside my head hoping that 1% chance comes true Some lines come from the joy that floods my face and leaves a specific residue that shows growth Some lines come from the stress leaking out my body that quickly gets dried up with my...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, age, growth, love, memory,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Got a Minute To Write
Could I have written novels How about short stories... Perhaps non-fiction could have been my forte True adventures, riveting biographies... Really, I don't think so; I'm getting old I wouldn't succeed at those genres, truth be told Given my shrinking attention...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, books, humor, old, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Nature
Standing on a cliff, it feels as if you are a cloud, high above the world. Lush forests can be seen, full of every creature and plant. Rivers flow, winding through the valleys, bringing life in the form of water. Vast fields lay in the open air, covering both hills and plains. The sheer beauty of it all...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, muse, myth, mythology, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Poetry Sees Us Green
If we senesce in plain sight, only poetry sees us green ...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, allegory, allusion, life, literature,
Form: Epigram
Longing Train
when eld whistle blows sleep ghostly train alarming infinite longing....

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, allegory, allusion, creation, extended
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Never Satisfied
Younger wanting to be older Older wanting to be young Child wishing to be bigger Bigger wishing to be thinner Teen wanting a clearer face Clearer face wanting a better body People lamenting bad hair days Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . . We diss what we have Wish for what we lack When what we have is gone Oh, what we'd give...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, desire, future, old, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Caedmon's Face
Caedmon’s Face by Michael R. Burch At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and Time blew all around, I paced that dusk-enamored ground and thought I heard the steps resound of Carroll, Stoker and good Bede who walked here too, their spirits freed —perhaps by God, perhaps...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, angel, christian, england, old,
Form: Verse
Old Harmonica
playing reveries, the childish harmonica of the young ancient ......

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, allegory, allusion, childhood, dream,
Form: Senryu
Concerning Poetics and Reposts
*****I've decided to repost some older poems and provide some background and poetics, or my mindset of why I wrote these poems or perhaps what inspired me to write some of them. Many of these older poems were overlooked or were lost in the speedway of poetry submissions here. For new Soupers or new readers...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, old, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Old Barn
There’s an old barn down the road from our house. It’s bent and bowed and one windy day away from completely succumbing to its aged disrepair. It’s midsection is stretched and swollen. The barn doors saggy and gaping. The once fresh, beautiful red paint is dull and cracked, even completely stripped clean away in some...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, anxiety, deep, feelings, identity,
Form: Personification
The Life Is
The Life Is … The Life Is … When I was young, there was no pain, The only pain was to complain. When I was young, I did not care, Just as long as my love was there. When I was young, my life was great. But I was there a bit too late. A bit too late to know life was, being young...

Continue reading...
Categories: old poetry, allusion, angst, life, old,
Form: Masnavi

Related Poems


Book: Reflection on the Important Things