Old Woman Poems - Poems about Old Woman

A wise old woman My grandma once said What you do in life Will always come back To you, if you Do good, good will Come into your life And if you do bad Bad will come Into your life, to haunt you So, when not if Your life starts to crumble Don’t ask why because You already know ...

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It's no wonder that old dame knew not what to do, If she thought she could raise kids alone in a shoe. She proved after the second She was overly fecund, Maybe Mother Goose reckoned she'd have child support, too. ...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day, but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude, walls lined with the echoes of laughter long gone, rooms filled with the heavy air of...

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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe With so many children and not enough food And cats and rats plus she was cuckoo She lost her marbles, her kids, her pets, house too Note: Nursery rhyme old woman who lives in a shoe...

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amble waddle search she strains at her walker prowling the home's halls shoe on one foot bare on the other in an other worldly time her soft footed tracks are marred with circumstance "where is my shoe?" she wails a quagmire to be free of wanting to emerge sure footed from this hobbit hole I find her soft black loafer near her bed slip it on to her bare foot like...

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the old woman lives alone she has pains in every bone with no family, no friend she struggles waiting for the end one day a stray cat came to her door and she told it to "get away" with a roar but the old cat kept coming back and back so, she began to soften and gave it a snack soon, she expect...

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Nestled in her old chair- world outside her window and indoor plants, a sign of life- she knits. Fingers work their magic- grant her moments purpose; then reminiscing years gone by- tears flow. ...

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Against gray walls, soft light reflects Her memories, her endless quest For contentment, not so complex Her gentle soul always felt blessed She recalls all the times of hope Against gray walls, soft light reflects Faith is with her so she can cope Joys come, beyond what she expects Love is the thing she still respects She thinks of the pleasure she’s known Against gray...

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Water falls on a silent river Makes the water shake and shiver Soon will come the wet, yet warm rain I see her as an old woman Walking with her walking cane Baking for her Grandchildren With a happy-warm face I see her as an old woman Who isn't worried counting her days...

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i am as the old woman in the park set up my easel prepare the paints not about wanting to become Picasso no set course or a master plan but where rivers wander untethered the mare whose canter has never known saddle, headstall, bridle, or bit her reigns encompass my soul it is this and nothing more the canvas is you the colors i apply each...

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I found a notebook in blowing trash left by an elder moving away. Did she not want to keep it, I asked Won't fit, one room, is all she would say. She was bidding farewell to her home of sixty-five years: she was too old to live among ghosts she said would roam I saved book to see what would unfold. Opening the...

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There was an old woman: a bit of a shrew - She couldn’t have children, 'cuz guy parts won't do. A shocking pink swath up there on her head, she drank boxed Chianti and raised cats instead. ...

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Pack of wolves Ghouls of survival Howl in perfect wind pitch Like old women Out there somewhere Collapsed in the woods Sobbing from an unbearable accident Time shall not reverse True predator A Super Moon rises From the backside of a lake Leaping Over the banks of silver cloud hedgerows Like a panicked galactic deer Running for its life Looking back at me With astonishment As if to say Run you fool run!...

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Age is just a number True, this axiom proves Age, despite our thoughts When we were so young Is just that, a number… It doesn’t make us ancient It doesn’t make us pointless It doesn’t make us redundant Or reflect the silence of shadows Falling over the ones past forty Age is just a number, according to our birthday It means we’ve passed the tests, the...

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Singer Haiku Beautiful old woman Singing at the shower room Dogs are howling...

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