Oldness Poems | Examples

According To W H O

Cookies, embedded, snacks are cancerous,
drinks, soft drinks, hot dogs  are dangerous.
Dirty air, causes illness,
living over causes oldness,
dying saves lives, according to WHO

Life

Pay attention to the birth
The birth is the most perilous beginning of all
Now dangerous is just the thing
To get me wondering if the birth is precarious

Pay attention to the longevity
The longevity is the most durability oldness of all

I saw the wooly life form 
Of my generation destroyed
How I mourned the human

Why would you think the existence is big?
The existence is the most little natural object of all

We Age Differently

My mirror shows me my dancing seventeen-year-old self
When I wanted to be called woman, frowning at the term girl
I am going to go roller blading today, I sing out to my husband
He has allowed himself to turn old; he starts discouraging me

I do not tell him that yesterday I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Or that tomorrow I am going to fool with a stripper pole at Mr. Leer’s.
None of his business that I am going bungee jumping today at two.
He patters in and stares at me. You’re not young you know, he says.

It is with joy in my heart that I escape his oldness; wearing my short shorts,
Crammed into Nancy Sinatra “These Boots are Made For Walk’n” boots. 
He dares not follow me. He is afraid to get in a car with me.

I fancy myself a race car driver, daring death to get in my face.
Did you take your medication? He yells from the doorway,
Afraid to come out onto the porch because he might break a hip.
We have aged completely differently, he and I. I give him the bird as I leave.

Birthday

Time is too old
Space, the great emptiness, nothingness- too old all are
Amorphous, Shapeshifting, decaying to vanishing
This world, the solar system, the universe, galaxies- one to another
All are too old

This I, an existence from two biological consuming body
To this oldness, this subsistence comes to enjoy all
The moment of the rising sun greets with a pink face 
rosy lips of the eastern sky say- Happy Birthday 
the white page of the earthly book writes 
-a song of coming life with an elegant verse;
solemn and depth feelings;
the surrounding of the home dances 
rapturous, delightful everywhere 
with the sweetened tongue to say together- Happy Birthday
all, all in the new style though in old from the form of time


10.08.2020 Chattogram

The One You

You are so beautiful..
That sparkling smile
That heart-wrecking tears
That bursting anger
That glowing idea
That sickening freight
That widened exclamation
That thrilling surprise
That skipping-heart crush
That spell-bound love
That out-of-world romance
That contagious humour
That loud laughter
That immunic sickness
That awesome childhood
That immature adolescence
That matured adulthood
That fierce youth
That vicic oldness
That heck-along madness
That experienced advices
That learnt lessons
That timely help
That un-expected miracle
That un-wanted enemy
That most-wanted friend
That swift kindness
Everything packaged into one body,
Everything is unique
Nothing is comparable to you
Nothing excels you
It is THE ONE AND ONLY YOU.

Life Goes On

Why living in darkness,
If you have the shine at your side?
What is this rag for?
this cloak of sadness
You have the wonderful cape.
of joy at your disposal?
Why do you live crying
final tears,
if life carries on,
liquid and flowing?
Why do you create obstacles
and walls, if any stronghold
impregnable is simple
house of cards, which with
a brief  but strong breath
falls to the ground ...?
Why Fear oldness
and the decay of the body,
if we are spirits?
Why Fear Death
and the blackout of existence
if nothing expires or vanishes...?
Do not you have perception
that spirit continues?

I Did Not Anticipate Aging In Advance

Heartburn riled me up smartly,
Woke me up and slammed me on the floor
Before acid reflux could …
Oops. Too late! I ran for the bathroom.

Arthritis laughed and made my feet whimper
It felt like I had broken both my ankles.
Must be raining today, I guessed
As I wretched in the toilet

Eyes joined my face in the mirror
You are pathetic, eyes said, noting my oldness.
Falling apart bit by bit, inch by inch, day by day,
Aging is something I did not anticipate in advance.

Life

Ever since the creation of mankind
Life has puzzled the human mind
Has anybody ever questioned its origin?
Poets, philosophers , sociologists are still behind the margin

The first man's companion were darkness and solitude
God created Eve to fight this nigritude
Living together they populated the world
For their children to say their word

Made up of three stages
man spends life through different ages
Childhood, adolescence and oldness are the main frames
That fit in the games

Why do we cry on our arrival?
Because life is not a carnival
It is rather a mission
Where everyone tries to maintain his position

Juts like a coin with two sides
Life looks easy inside but  tough outside
But whether head or tail
The ship has to sail

Infection Sublime

Infection Sublime
                 by Odin Roark

with his lone return
on this New York street
in middy’s humid heat
he did see shutters closed
behind antique glass
whose reflection reminded
he wasn’t born there
only grew up in the embrace
of a brownstone haven

the oldness
now new
restoration hipster style

closing his eyes
he remembered
battered front door
yapping terrier just inside
forever on guard for landlady safety

the nightly dash
up dark stairs to the 3rd floor
evading the heel-nipping
four-legged devil incarnate

opening his eyes
blazing sun reflected back
like a searing message
“isn’t it time to move on?”

he sensed the warning
but no one appeared
no one stared from behind
invisible lace curtains

there was no one
sidewalk bare
street deserted
not even the ubiquitous taxi horns

no
he was alone
in Manhattan’s summer heat
the kind of thermal suffocation
forcing the discomfort of false memories
the kind he didn’t need
when melancholy’s purity
would always walk beside him

such was the newly sterilized street
the occupants unaware
how sublime yesteryear’s infection

Oldness

OLDNESS
Once I had freckles, now I have wrinkles.
Chalk it up to my oldness.
Once there was presence, replaced by flatulence
Oftentimes caused by my oldness.
 Many’s the time I wanted to rhyme
and pour out my feelings on paper, 
but life interfered and my choices were veered 
and I thought I would get to it later.

So later is now and I find myself older
And taking the reins, I face life much bolder
By learning new things and seeing wild visions
and blessing each day throughout every season.
When this lifetime ends and another begins
I’ll count those as friends who wield mighty pens.

Beautiful Place

This world is beautiful place
This beautiful place with lass
With her sunset
Beautiful
When her sun raises
It's beautiful
And the moon in alight move
Is beautiful
Through out of her night
Is beautiful
The gleaming of her stars
And morning shines
Is beautiful
Her mood
As the waves of her ocean
The blooming of her sight
Her oldness of her blessing saint
And  breezes of her beaches
Her mountains and her meadows
Teaching for us her love

The beauty of her fall and fame
The difference of her four seasons
The pouring water of rains
As roaring of her mount river
Or floating hovering fog of her face
The beautiful secret sigh 
As ease of her drizzle shower
All her flagrance her fun
Different faces
And different voices
Of her
So beautiful place for lass
Is  beautiful place for love

The Pure Realm

There is a vast domain,
Grounded on a golden land;
There the immortals remain,
And those who in holiness stand.

Once I reminisce on the pure realm
Beyond the shadows peep
Where beings in white apparel swiftly touch
My sovereign bids me to natter
Of how mortal there must occupy
In eternal bliss
Where the mighty one is eternally pleased
Not a taste of this ground is felt
Nor the chattels of this home can compare
The lanes are of choice treasure
The trees fairer than cedars of Lebanon
And of the river, as crystal, not like Jordan
Yet unmixed, while that of Euphrates is less
Every flower is arrayed gorgeously
And they sing melodies, not upon ten strings
But upon angelic inspiration, of harps
Made without hands
Time has no power there, nor can cause—
Oldness or baldness
There are no unequal roads of life
For goodness remains a seal,
The vast domain speaks plenitude
For the plenum from all race
The sun and the moon are not at their posts
And upon the brightness, its source is not from them
At instances when I feel the heat
Of this accommodating hut
Then I reminisce on the pure realm.

Finish Well

Through trials and plans 
through darkest hour
into troubles and
peaks of the joys we devour

Where all is not finished 
until a life is complete:
friends tended, gardens mended,
homes built on unyielding stone

In the final days of a fading thought
in the obscurity of oldness grown
Where life is less than it could have been 
and all that is left is you

In the end of all: Integrity 
summed up not in how we began 
in the midst of tribulation
Nor, what we did along the way

When walking into the darkest valley
and having stumbled on feet of clay
how will you finish? 
I pray you finish well.

Old Woman (True Tale)

"once i looked up to see
a woman join eternity,
an old woman,
so sick of oldness,
aloneness
lack of direction,
lack of hope,
lack of love,
lack of faith...
so tired 
of the pain
and the horror
of another day
decided today was
to be her last day
on a late date
May, 1969
she breathed for her
last time
I watched in horror,
when she stood 
on the ledge
a moments hesitation
before she finalized
her life
and she jumped
to her end
and I walked
a bit sadder
to see what
life can bring
what pain, 
what undeserved agony,

what could I do?
it was already
too late,
she was gone,
to be with those
she's so long
waited to see again.

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