Senescence Poems - Poems about Senescence

Children's Poems VII These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Sailing to My Grandfather, for George Hurt by Michael R. Burch This distance between us —this vast sea of remembrance— is no hindrance, no enemy. I see you out of the shining mists of memory. Events and chance and circumstance are sands on the shore of...

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Yesterday, it was a shoot. Today, it becomes birds’ hub, as it bears bountiful fruit. Next day, the tree will turn stub. Note: This form is called Tanaga, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 7 syllables in each line. The rhyming schemes may be aaaa, aabb, abab or abba....

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This truth we hold to be self-evident: Old men are never hesitant to run for President...

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Just having passed another year In quiet celebration I was reflecting on my journey here Feeling still quite young Yet remembering What a friend just had said that we Are now senescence This comment startled me Into thinking of where I am and where I am going next How many good years, are there For me to really enjoy Fifteen...

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At the mercy of unkind senescence is he; his pulchritude has since left his face. "Don't get old!," he jokingly warns his grandkids sometimes. Half a century ago, a spry man, now he can't bend down to pick up his cane. Date written: 03/20/2020...

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senescence not something i am accustomed to in the semblance of life like this tree i stand here denuded as i watch leaves falling down slipping through my hands unsound i try to embrace them one by one as they tumble only to watch them perish before my eyes crumbling in fragments like memories buried in the depths of mind silenced in the shadows of death they lay yet i walk closer with each passing year wondering will senescence become mine this time...

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For a skinny kid I remember being brave “Penny divers”, for coins Courageous we stood atop the bridge and leapt to choppy waters below Swear before god, blood oaths till death So fierce was my rebel heart Ideals rooted deep and simple words to say look out for me and my mates today As the years rolled by skin leathers, bones crackle hair grows everywhere the body slowly...

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Strength and agility whither like hay Every young person relates with some distance Not showing the same activities as an average youth Epitomizing by every hair’s application of aging dyes Skin gets weary with strange lines Countdown to the grave showcases on the screen Each passing day, makes the being more endangered Narrowing functionality of the senses is another sign Correctly showing the...

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