Old Woman Poems - Poems about Old Woman

A WISE 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

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: The old woman who lived in a shoe

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.

Requiem for a Lonely Woman

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

Old Woman Nursery Rhyme for Contest

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

Quagmire

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

The Old Woman and The Cat

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

Knitted Memories

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.

This Old House

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

Old Woman Named Rain

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

I Am As the Old Woman In the Park

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

Notebook

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

Old Woman Redux

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.

Wolf Moon

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!

I'M a Old Woman

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

Singer

Singer
Haiku

Beautiful old woman
Singing at the shower room
Dogs are howling

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