Oldman Poems | Examples

Walking a new path

Walking in the path of light,
Not of own tirelessly fight.
But of a broken and contrite heart,
Clinging to this new creation not to part.
I must become less of worldly ways,
Drawn in as a sheep that shall not stray.
Buried the Oldman by the quickening spirit
In that day from a humble cry, you did visit
Refined unto the glorious riches enticed,
To be purified unto the likeness of Christ.

An Old Man

An Old Man is looking at me
In my heart filled with rain
First, keeping his head low
Tells me he would do anything,
To stop this rain

An old man is looking at me
Tells me that everything will be alright
He expects me to trust him
Turns his head above,
While telling me how he hates the rain

An old man is looking at me
In sadness never seen before.
Nothing can be explained...

Snoring Wonder

Ageing retainer
losing hearing
and codependent consciousness
in this silent sacred season
snoring snowy wonder

A winterish hibernating memory,
Dreams of globally peaceful slumber
resolving GoldenRules 
engaging compassionately personal 
political powering plunder
and mortal offending self-righteousness

Getting mine
while I still can

Revisiting now absent win/win sensory Spring
of outdoor lusty,
wildly crusty
sacred wonder
as I snow-bound 
OldMan wander
into passionately dormant wonder.

Waiting For Death

WAITING FOR DEATH

Daily I strolled, past this old man's house
And there he sat, from dawn to dusk
His mien, tenebrific uncompromisingly
Hunched in his chair, dried to the bone
Cold and crabby, waiting...just waiting

And so I dared ask one dreich, dreary day
"Good sir, what keeps you out here everyday?
"For I see, it takes a mighty bit of your time"
He spared me a frown, s disturbance I'd say
"I'm waiting for Death, that crafty crafty lout"

Confused I was, that one would pass time thus
I leaned on his fence, my curiosity compelled
For to me, this was one quite curious event
"Won't let that philistine sneak up on me" he said
"I'm smarter you see, won't be caught unawares"

"I made no investment, no profit I stacked"
"I lived my whole life at the barest I could"
"And stored not treasure, for that it would steal"
"And had me no pleasure, Ha! a surprise it'd be"
"Let death come for me, there is nothing to take"

I walked away, contemplating the perplexity
How a life would be wasted in such a wary way
For to await an event with no appointment
And to deprive oneself over such a quandary
Is in itself, i'd clearly say, a sad, very sad life.

Airsped's Destiny

Once an old man described me about a lad
Who, when he ?rst saw was a six year old child 
Roaming to get some work to make his tummy fed.
Fed up not able to get work, started searching for a slice of bread 
Atleast which was not directly thrown into the dump
Removing the part which is fungi a?ected
Who, doesn’t even know it is fungi that was spread
But just because it was sledge green and tastes odd.
While everyone was looking at him , awkward.
Years gone and the oldman saw the lad in his adulthood 
And this time the young man managed 
To wrap him up in a dress , but with shabby beard 
Still in search of food but being more weird and wild
Until when a police jeep with siren arrived
When he tried to escape but was caught and barred.
That was the last time the old man saw that boy.
But one day , suddenly heard the oldman was murdered 
And reached the spot when cops caught the convict and 
he was standing beside the dead , cu?-ed .
It was the same boy , the oldman described
And all he did is for a plate of food.

Oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane

Changing Identities

Changing Identities

I was born as a son to my mother and
Grew as brother to my sisters
I gained knowledge as a student and
I moved with my dears as a friend
I rushed behind the money as a worker and
married a girl as her husband
I had sons and daughters as a father and
Chased many businesses as a topper
I had son and daughter in laws as an  In law and
followed the words of nobles as a follower
I prayed my lords as a devotee and
hold a stick, wore a glass as an oldman
I was taken as a procession in bed as a body and
burnt in to ashes as a  Hasthi
I am now in the air as air
Who am I? My Lord !in this world 
Created me with a lot of changing identities


Hasthi is  the ash of human body come after funeral it will be mixed with in the 
Holy rivers to fulfill the life of a human soul

Changing Identities

I was born as a son to my mother and
Grew as brother to my sisters
I gained knowledge as a student and
I moved with my dears as a friend
I rushed behind the money as a worker and
married a girl as her husband
I had sons and daughters as a father and
Chased many businesses as a topper
I had son and daughter in laws as an  In law and
followed the words of nobles as a follower
I prayed my lords as a devotee and
hold a stick, wore a glass as an oldman
I was taken as a procession in bed as a body and
burnt in to ashes as a  Hasthi
I am now in the air as air
Who am I? My Lord !in this world 
Created me with a lot of changing identities


Hasthi is  the ash of human body come after funeral it will be mixed with in the 
Holy rivers to fulfill the life of a human soul

Oldman Winter

Winter isn't very far from here.Just the distance to the meadow,you can see his 
lurking shadow.Dream's of snowflake's dancing towards the willow 
top's,spreading out like a white quilt blanketing the ground.From the direction of 
the sunrise,I can hear the'January train, trumpeting like the midnight owl,Hoooo, 
Hooo.Smoke stack's billowing pillow's of burnt coal toward's the sky.