Over The Hill Poems - Poems about Over The Hill

Written: January 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh "There are twilight times when only the moon will muse on my misery." By POET. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shadowy stillness does embrace Showing the town such a showplace People...

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Soft t-shirts, warm flannels, easy to step into Cozy fleece, light cotton, stretchy elastic waistbands Comfy nightgowns, flowered pajamas, and a mumu Retirement encourages a new way to dress Comfort over class, coziness over chic Fashion is over the hill now I live in the country The only ones who see me are my husband and my dogs...

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Over the hill, Sending light your way, A new day breaks, To rise up and say, I've battled so much, Sometimes lost my way, But my past does not define, Who I am today. Over the hill, Sending hope your way, Remember your strength, As you take on today, It's onwards and upwards, So come what may, You have what it takes, Nothing can get in your way. Over the hill, Sending...

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And then I seen it, whilst looking down from a high A peaceful uniform land, where residents don’t cry ...

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When you reach that over-the-hill age And probably nearing that very last stage To prevent causing harm Bystanders are alarmed Tripping them as others stand by and gape...

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Nothing more tragic or comical, than to think life ends at fifty. So terribly brainwashed...really! A sag here, a wrinkle there, proves you lived a long life. To an old dame, like me, I celebrate life, it's beautiful and nifty. The mirror reflects the outer you, not a big deal, really. Unless you are drunk on your body, poor...

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So bitter is the pain that sinks deeper inside I feel as if I’m taking on water My body refuses to accept such limitless effort And my mind can do nothing but ignore its pleas I must pull my collapsing frame forward Drag myself with the hook of distractions Speed is but last of my mind’s concerns But my heart won’t let...

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The hill is not high, Maybe 200 feet – high enough. It is a swath of ascending greenery Just a few small boulders, some low shrubs. At the top we are panting; an old man and his old dog. Nevertheless I feel great, I shout in a weak voice, shout at the sky, glad to be here. My dog tugs at his leash. He wants to...

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Hate it when people say I'm “over the hill” Haven't reached the hill yet, age is just a matter of will Like mind over matter Don't be a mad hatter Just skip, jump and sing ditties bout love and roadkill...

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We’re born explorers Eager to grow Balance the borders Go with the flow Untouched, untainted Unacquainted with time Yet to be painted A wide open mind Our canvas’ bare Possibilities, endless Play without care Virtually, senseless But then, a swift shift Abrupt and unforeseen Leaves us quite miffed Awoken from a dream Puzzled by distortion Vexed by sheer shock Struggle through absorption We plead for it to stop But the ship has sailed There’s no turning...

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Hate it when people say I'm 'over the hill' Haven't reached the hill yet, age is just a matter of will Like mind over matter Don't be a mad hatter Just skip, jump and sing ditties about love and roadkill...

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I'm Over the Hill (Again) Life's such an adventure, both rise, and descent, And the people we meet, serve to color the landscape, Though knowledge is ethereal, failure life's rent. The soul's end is uncertain, but living escape! Life's joys and its problems are art that we paint On rich canvas saints ponder if souls are persisting, If not, does it serve...

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Really hate it when people say I'm “over the hill” Haven't reached the hill, age is just a matter of will Like mind over matter Don't be a mad hatter Just skip, jump and sing ditties bout love and roadkill...

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I never realized how fast I was climbing Till the day I stepped over the hill Where now I find I'm slipping and sliding All of this against my will Gray haired and clearly out of energy I can't see my way back to the top I'd heard of over the hill but still Wasn't expecting this quick of a drop...

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M-orning light in the sky O-bliterates the gray; N-ew dawn is breaking D-ecember first early day. B-right light in the sky U-ses the crimson ray; E-ver wonderful beacon M-akes the night fade away. I-n the blue heaven above, raindrops never fall; A-ll clouds are in white, all over the hill so tall....

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