Olds Poems

Sara Teasdale, Why I Took My Life

The night pressed in with a velvet hand,
I was so tired, you’d understand.
All day the world had sung its song,
But not for me—I did not belong.

The streets were lit, the windows warm,
Yet none could shield me from the storm.
I wore my smile like Sharon's borrowed dress,
While hollow winds moved through my chest.

I thought of spring,

My Favorite Women Poet's That Committed Suicide

They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew,
To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon;
Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew,
Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune.

The world too heavy, pressing on their soul's,
A crown of thorns their tender temples bore;
Love fled like whispers, leaving them to hold,
And silence reigned where

Four Year Olds Need their Nap Routine

Insanely bad mood
Snippy and snarling
He is four-years-old
Fighting his nap time
Baby sitter folds

He falls asleep
at six o’clock
when parents come
to take him home

grouchy boy
cannot eat
wants his bed

routine
broken

sad

The Life And Death Of Sharon Olds

In stanzas rich with life's profound embrace,
Sharon Olds wove words, a poetic grace.
Verses danced, a vibrant, candid stream,
Her pen a beacon, in reality's dream.

Through life's tapestry, her verses told,
Of love's ardor, and stories bold.
Yet, time's relentless, inevitable tide,
Embraced her gently, where poets bide.

In the quiet realm where shadows play,
Sharon's ink echoes, an eternal display.
Her legacy,

But They Dare Not Pull Gender-Bender Books For 8-Year-Olds

Removing the planes that hit the towers ~ censors no longer cower

Frisky As Two-Year-Olds

*Image of Conhece-te a ti mesmo (Know thyself) by Pinterest.


Frisky as Two-Year-Olds


HIM: Anything unputdownable?
HER: Yes, and you?
HIM: Lucky, we're here, we'll continue indoors ... and leave the book!
HER: Don't forget the kids, I'll carry Puddy-Tat upstairs ...
HIM: I'll persuade Pup-Tart outside.
HER: Meet you at the rendezvous!

2022 July 25
*3rd Place*
Short verse inspired by pictures
~~Lisa YY: Judged

Two Eight Year-Olds

Prince George is there at Wimbledon,
Between his folks, first row.
They’re sitting in the Royal Box
With hours left to go.

In suit and tie, though 8 years old,
He’s very well behaved,
Remaining quite expressionless
While both his parents waved.

I’m watching from the living room,
My grandson, 8, close by.
He paid attention for a while 
In shorts and tee (no tie).

He’s

Five Year Olds Love Identical Twins

In kindergarten we were the little dollies
Carried around by our classmates all day
Until we started to like it
My happy twin and I 
Naturally prissy teacher tried to stop it
But they loved us ever much our classmates

We were popular that first week of school
Everyone wanted to play with the twins
Many had never seen the like
We were

Embodied

Embodied

By David J Walker

 

As if I were a Ford or Chevy

Or an Old’s 88

Classified by year and make and

Model, registered and taxed and

Licensed with the local government

 

A product of an assembly line from the

American Big 3 proudly adorned with

Airplane like fins and flashy chrome bumpers

Popular in my generation

 

Parts interchangeable with the few

That

Acting Like Three Year Olds

Elmont was a good father 
Children never a bother 
Having two daughters years after he wed 
Everything well planned not much debt 
Rose and Susie were their names 
Beautiful flowers blooming in a family picture frame 
There was an incident long ago 
With these two lovely does 
When the red head got mad one time

Ninety-Year-Olds Privilege

Untold laughter shaking her loudly
Diabolical and ruthless
Ninety-year-old’s privilege
Fooling almost no one
Delighting her cat
Smirking with mirth
Partner in
Friendship
Crime

What Is Better Than One Kindergartener

I was told he was a bit shy so I allowed him to bring a friend with him to the counseling office.
They were both five, and friends.  They found each other the first day school started, a week ago.
They were shy all of three minutes until they sensed how easy I am. 
Such giggling!

We Hid In the Cottonwood Tree

We hid in the cottonwood tree’s magic treehouse.
Spying on our neighbors.
Laughter rang out occasionally from the windows of some of their houses.
We clutched our stomachs and laughed.

Mr. Pete gave his wife a big hug at their house.
We all went, Oh, yucky!
We were eleven, and loved the height of our tree mansion.
Feeling like detectives, or FBI

For 7 Yr Olds

Limericks

There once was a small rabbit from Siam,
Who always proclaimed, “I think I can”,
In time he did grow as white as the snow,
Now he gives auditions on the tram!

There was a smart fox with ginger fur,
Who was happy and started to purr,
No one could catch him,
No trap with a latched trim,
He outsmarted them each time

Three Year Olds Thoughts: Merrymaking

Bright sun, puffy clouds , pinky fluffy candy floss,
Rolling on the fields lined with grassy, grassy green moss.

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