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Oldster Poems - Poems about Oldster


Premium Member Arrival of the Crow Oldster
He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide. however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified. They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers. His wing span was twenty-four feet they lied to others. Screaming was heard from our enemy’s camp when he appeared. “It is the crow oldster!” Many abandoned their...

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Categories: oldster, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Oldster Blows Past the Copper
Sorry officer, the old lady apologizes as she is stopped for speeding. Her Chevy is rocking out to seventies music A debonair old geezer in a sports car blows past them going at least a hundred and ten Officer looks exasperated. Gets on walkie talkie No answer. Jumps on motorcycle and takes off Woman texts her husband “Thanks sweetie!”...

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Categories: oldster, age,
Form: Light Verse



Premium Member Talk, Rush, Bye, Click, Good Friends
Wearing headphones, every day, when I jump out of the car, talking into my blue tooth, with one friend or another, so the thirty-two minutes will not be a complete waste of time. Home now, wanting to take a potty, jump into my pajamas, and be left totally alone. But I owe them a little something for entertaining me for...

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Categories: oldster, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Invisible Oldster
Taco chili. Pumpkin bread. Zucchini bread. Gingerbread cookies. Chicken and dumplings. It is a potluck at school and we were supposed to bring our favorite fall desert. The food keeps coming, and so do the teachers, following their noses, poking around in crockpots, Laughing as they discuss what they might be tasting. Is this beef? Do you think...

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Categories: oldster, funny, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Do What You Can While You Are Young
We all have ailments. More when we get older. Some commonality. Our colds. Our flu. Our headaches. Our heart aches. We share. Readily. It’s weird how Fast things creep Up on us now. It’s harder to Run; maybe Even impossible. I have not skipped Since my knee Injuries. Knee injuries That probably Would not have Slowed me down Even a bit Twenty years ago. Do whatever you Can while you are Young, my friends. When you get Older It Is A Lot...

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Categories: oldster, woman,
Form: Free verse




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