Oldest Poems - Poems about Oldest

Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before? (A lone voice whispers) Be Illuminated. Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true. Be sophisticated and ingenious. And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous. Don't always think it personally relates to the author: For that trap is the oldest of the old....

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I'm all of myself, uttered at once - stuttered regret at my lack of mystery although until now I have never shared that I can whistle "The Birdie Song" perhaps I'll have unexplored depths after any...

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:?? The oldest child. Or the second parent. The one that everyone relies on, the one who's need to be the model for the youngest siblings. Who have dreams but soon turned into nightmares. Childhood? No, the oldest child doesn’t really have one, taking care or the youngest siblings were childhood for them. Is the one who get blamed...

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I am the oldest daughter, But that isn’t just privilege. I am the oldest daughter, And I have no more to salvage. I am praised for my good behavior, And it teaches me to be perfect. Nothing less is acceptable, No excuse can be my savior. I make a single mistake, And it’s the end of the world, But...

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So much pressure weighs on the shoulders of the oldest child. She tries to hold it but can’t grip on and it all falls apart. The life she wields No longer can deal With all the pressure Of a family of five. ...

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the merely bourgeois, so-called collective Western world: dysfunctional political economy, broken system w/ a population neither able to solve the problem, nor willing to solve it....

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Feathers and dust, You are covered, Covered in the veil of time also, Divinely blessed for the writer,the poet, You are a gift, A gift that enlightens for a purpose, Through you an inner world,worlds, Are spread open and shared, You bring about the blissful peace of a thought, As you majestically pour on the sheets of the eyes,you become the strength,like a...

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The world's oldest surviving toy, dating back to the Chalcolithic Period, approximately 7500 years old, is exhibited at the Mardin Museum in Turkey. the world oldest toy about seven thousands years car made of good wood...

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We decided to take a swimming pool exercise class for seniors… we thought it would be sweet… A way to get some exercise and beat the Florida heat. Two realizations hit me as I waded in: One, the water was a little cool, and Two, as I looked around it seemed to me…I was the oldest man in the...

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She's the oldest living treasure that the world has ever seen; A creator of arts, with her canvas, the human skin. Her beauty outshines many younger generations. Her charm could be the greatest among all her possessions. She's a glimmer of the island of the far east, from the north. She's a pleasant scene being...

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The Cowboys hands are strong and still as tough as leather but soft enough to touch a humming bird's wings. Always cowboy enough to not show his pain, he's been through every thing.Yet I his mother can feel all his accomplishments and his heart. And knows that he carries God with him everyday....

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The teacher whispered to me “I am older than you are, I know.” I smiled at her eagerness, amazed at her honesty and her big blow…. I do not think so, I told her. As a matter of fact, I know you aren’t. She said “I am sure I am.” Her name was Ms. Marnt. I said, “I am...

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Oldest museum was built in Iraq Built by Babylonian princess – fact. No one knows her name. She was just a dame. If she’d been male, they’d have kept track....

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Translations of the Oldest English Rhyming Poems The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem aka The Riming Poem Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch (excerpt) He who granted me life created this sun and graciously provided its radiant engine. I was gladdened with glees, bathed in bright hues, deluged with joy’s blossoms, sunshine-infused...

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The seeming same under heavens sparkling tent, passing transparent grays when moonlight went. Mental aggregation from that pain of deep, when all could be perfect with some needed sleep. Unpredictable tincture when unknown one self embrace, myriads of senses painting some speculated place. Same but not same from subtle melodies of haze, memories in different light play mental amazed. Is that the prophesy...

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