Ripe Old Age Poems - Poems about Ripe Old Age

... The second bloom Life is an eternal ecstasy Flowering as ripe old age Liabilities over, shorn of shackles Confined to oneself and free to peep into Fads and foibles ......Read the rest...

... Every family has them These unsettling times these misunderstandings Times when many things come into play In most cases these wee spats are soon over and forgotten But sometimes diff......Read the rest...

...I dread that day the 5th of May, my loving partner passed away, I find it hard that she has gone, undeserved her death was wrong, At 42 a life cut short, I'de double that is what I thought,......Read the rest...

...I like to say the 5th of May was when my partner passed away, Upto now a year has passed its got no easier it's here to last. It's hard to think that she has gone, It's harder if you think it's w......Read the rest...

... Someone decided to give me some advice on the art of writing the other day. He told me that I should only write about things I know. But I’ve lived an uneventful life. I found my soul mate at the r......Read the rest...

...These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you. My sorrowful thoughts w......Read the rest...

... You would think at this ripe old age of eighty-eight Love and romance would no longer be foremost in my thoughts Well that is so very far from the truth, it's laughable This is what I ......Read the rest...

...I’m Not Fifteen, death won’t be sneaking up on me, cause of something stupid I can’t stop myself from, not doing. Those days of wondering how in God’s name, I manage to still be alive, with t......Read the rest...

... Aunt Judith was the only tea drinker in the family; Camomile brewed from bags - no loose tea leaves for her to read - her future was foretold at birth: heart defect and early death. The wise ......Read the rest...

...Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest the following written for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware the exit (stage door left) allows, enables, to provide every seaso......Read the rest...

...There was a man in the first book of the Bible The one that we call "Genesis" There was not one mention of his arrival Because his story had little significance The "Harry Pekar" of the ancient......Read the rest...

...An old peacock has lost his voice, among the hens he wanders, his soundless beak a' clacking. Once he rode the roof of life, once he strutted across its gaming board, a tyrant lover, a beady-ey......Read the rest...

...Tripping my toes, Everywhere I go! He meows and cries piteously, Obviously never fed! Bumps against me, To pet his scrawny head. Used to be a plump old cat, Now he's lost all his......Read the rest...

...I got it as a gift from my grand uncle Dan who lived to a ripe old age of a hundred and one. He was the type of man that believes in developing the land; he had property that occupies a large portion......Read the rest...

...Once there was a boy who loved to pick flowers. He wished he could pick all the flowers in the world. He knew he could not do this, but it did not make him sad. There were flowers everywhere, more......Read the rest...