Retire Poems | Examples

THOSE WHO SERVE

I met a retired Soldier,
I met a retired Doctor,
I met a retired Teacher—
But I’ve never met a retired Preacher.

I learnt what respect truly means,
The weight of pain and quiet devotion,
The love behind being a soldier—
Dying for a nation that might forget you.
Even retiring feels like a battle won.

The Doctor too saves lives,
Sweating with a racing heart,
Carrying the hopes of a whole family,
Knowing they believe: “He will save them.”
And bearing the pain of saying,
“I’m sorry… we lost him.”

The Teacher was only loved
By the students inside the classroom.
Underrated by both government and community—
Yet holds the power to change them both.
Still, he shapes tomorrow with a parent's care.

The Preacher is like a debt collector.
His sainthood makes him almost divine.
He leads with calm and faithful words—
Gaining little bits here and there,
While the believer holds onto every promise.

So, I chose to learn.
To grow into a Teacher,
To be loved by my students,
To shape a world we all dream of.
And through the Preacher—
To learn how to give hope.

i shall retire to-

for all my days
i have gone mad
i have been mad for such years
he had been laid down
the young man in his green overcoat
fresh as spearmint spring
dyed it red
dyed it black
dyed it blue
and dyed it back
to his thread’s pastoral hue
and died 
at the feet of Maria in prayer
she knelt on his body
and prayed “Hell for his Soul!”
The saviour cried, “it is finished!”
My heart was crossed
and so, I live in St. Bethlehem

I vowed to never retire

I will never retire I vowed
To relatives, strangers, any old crowd
God heard me and laughed; He would have it His way
Pulled the rug out from under my health, I am retired today

Hanging On

I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Lost the fire in my belly but I still log on.
Working hard every day, dreaming to be free,
But can’t afford it in this economy.

Slaving in a sweat shop singing the blues,
Ain’t got time for a Caribbean cruise.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on,
Wondering where all my freedom has gone.

The price of eggs has me crying foul,
But Uncle Sam turns a deaf ear when I yowl. 
Where O where have my tax dollars gone?
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Seems so strange to spend on climate change,
When me and my friends got no pocket change.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on. 
Will freedom be taxed until it's all gone?

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a gang burnt up my neighborhood.
Fentanyl is killing and our borders long gone.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a peaceful gang burned my neighborhood.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Barely…, barely…, barely,
                                            …Hanging…
                                                                 on

I Was Never Going to Retire

I was never going to retire.
I will be dragged out in a body bag at ninety-two I told everyone.
God laughed at my silliness.
He made the drive more difficult, harrowing drivers who almost kill me daily.

He gave me asthma in the hardest way possible.
I took twelve sick days in January and February.
God turned my asthma into pneumonia twice.
Showing me that I am not the boss of me.

I realized that it was time for me to give up my job.
I am retiring in twelve days.
This means no more forty-five-minute drive each way to work.
And I will not have to leave my home in the winter, so that is nice.

It took me a long time to agree that this is going to be the best for me.
I will be 72 years young on May 31st.
Retiring June 1st.
It was time.
Thank you God.

Dolce Far Niente

Sunshine glistens through the oaks and pines, trees
Revealing the wonders of God’s sweet light
Hearts reminded of those who’re so at ease

Washing away the cares who’re just not right
Since we’re yearning for the joy in leisure
Revealing the wonders of God’s sweet light

Relaxing brings us our greatest pleasure
Twisting dreams so we are clearly inspired
Since we’re yearning for the joy in leisure

Unsure what it feels like to be retired
Set for the sweetness of doing nothing
Twisting dreams so we are clearly inspired

Comforted by the repose of this thing
Where the heart rains hopeful inspirations
Set for the sweetness of doing nothing

Heartened to feel the sing-song sensations
Sunshine glistens through the oaks and pines, trees
Where the heart rains hopeful inspirations
Hearts reminded of those who’re so at ease

Who To Retire

A boss can The Vigorous retire
While the latter is still a live wire,
His arms still sinewy, his feet sound tires:
The one who vibrant kids sires...

A boss can send home his firm's tears' dryer:
Saver of company's cars from mire,
It doesn't have to die down: 'the fire'
Nor does it need to corrode 'the wire'.

Then, your arguments could hearers tire
And, dragged too long, make you little liar;
Ones clearly seeking a confused buyer,
Wherefore you could not but go that higher...

Bosses mostly retire The Tired
And when they do they have them just fired!

Jersey Number 42 Retire Please

Number 42 Retire
Brooklyn Dodgers Number 42
Hang up your jersey, honey
No one can follow you after Jackie Robinson

Major League Baseball was uplifted into the outer sphere
When Jackie Robinson was brave enough
And brazen enough to try….

Major League Baseball had been closed to people of color
Jackie’s prowess, professionalism and success changed
The way people in the USA thought about all sports.

Thank goodness.
He paved the way for
black football players and basketball players too

I wonder if he ever knew?

Pretend I Retire Now What

Okay let’s pretend that I retire. Now what?
It might be okay for the first four weeks. 
That is how long I can stand summer break.

It’s week five.  I am running out of writing material.
I need to be back in school
My go-to-place for ideas.

Where ideas fall off backpacks into my lap.
Where children throw hilarity into my life daily.
Where teachers have no idea how many poems
 they will be starring in by tonight.

For me retirement would be as smooth 
As jumping from a sixty-three foot cliff
In to a pack of hungry wild coyotes.

We Will Rock You

WE WILL ROCK YOU

Growing older
Pushing his boulder
Sisyphus retired to the valley 
And there he yearned 
To be the ball return 
In the bowling alley

Senryu Retire In Comfort

retirement...
                                            final living expense...
                                            more pajamas

Kindergarten Retire

pelican misery steam
epilogue note
wise sheriff pedestal

When Do You Plan To Retire

My job, my TV watching, my word games, all get in the way of writing poetry.
I am laughing now. For it is a pure lie. 
I can write poetry in between all of that, and do.

My children take no effort now, and they keep my grandchildren away from me
Years at a time. “Mom, we were there last weekend!” 
Really? I do not remember this.
 
My life is pretty full, and I keep thinking maybe 
I will get to an age where I will retire.
But I am not there yet. 

When people ask me “When are YOU going to retire?” I have no answer.
I like my job; it suits me. It is fun every day. Snow days irritate me. 

The summer is great for a week.
Then I want to dive back into my job and play with the children who can play with me. Every day.
 
So I guess I have a pretty full life. 
And I am not counting my art studio which is full to the gills
With paints, glitter, glue, scissors, paper, watercolors, 
and a plethora of other wonderful stuff.

I am a professional player, 
and until I get over this or break both my arms and my legs and my
Head falls off and rolls into a gully, and I have to stop talking, I do not plan to retire.
 
So there….

I Cannot Retire I Am Eating

Three snow days in a row have changed my mind
about retirement for me. I can never do it now. 
I am not ready and I frankly doubt I ever will be. 

I have written 83 poems, 6 stories too, danced 
with husband until I was dizzy. Baked six pies, 
and twenty-eight chocolate cakes, 
tried to keep a better than a little
bit busy. 

I have painted the bathrooms, 
purple and pink called ‘all of that.’
Vacuumed the dog, and 
neutered a very angry cat. 

I have eaten junk food 
sandwiches full of 
this and that, mostly crap
that kept me in a 
major bad mood.

Three snow days is all it took 
to convince me loud and clear 
there will be no retirement 
for me.  At least not anywhere to close 
to this year.

To Retire In Happiness

Misrule
Misappropriate
Mass-grave

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