Senile Poems - Poems about Senile

In senility deep, the whispers flow A truth concealed, as doubts bestow From day one’s dawn, the tales unfold That Joe Biden's mind, a story bold © daniel miltz...

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Many decades ago, You would rarely here Anything about or see An elderly person Act up, they use to Call it senile but this day And time, it is hard to believe That so many people have come Up with a disease that They call dementia, which is Similar to senile Is it the chemicals in the water ...

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Senile Stork is out of control again He brought a full sized eight-year-old to the newcomers They were irritated to the max Why don’t they retire that old bird? It is not easy getting rid of these old-timers Especially when they are not willing to go He bit the hand off the last person who tried to boss him “We can get...

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An old man has trouble taking a pee Nothing could be worse, it is plain to see Unless it’s some other, Like Uncle or Brother, But, unfortunately, this time it’s me! Written October 16, 2022...

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Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal. She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal. But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl? This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul! They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel. She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl. You see in this coven; the matriarch...

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Senile Age I am worst than the dirt you step aside from, so as not to get your shoes dirty, more or less your mind. I am old and senile, a bald head filled with rancid ignorance. Ghosts and goblins has invaded, becoming my pals. A phenomenon of deceleration. I became cloistered from myself. Nothing worth anyone’s effort. So just go. Go far away, and let me ramble in my err. recurrences...

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She walks relentlessly to and fro Silent, serene without much ado What does she search incessantly? Her shrinking weak, thin physique shaking Her nerves and bones tingling and aching Why does she run passionately? She's senile. To me I often say There's every sign I see, anyway 'Tell me your secret, my dear mother; Is an evil spirit haunting you? Is any power par pulling...

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“Open your mouth!” the old lady demanded. He clamped it shut, not what she commanded. “Hey! I am warning you!” she swiftly shrieked. She was holding a toothbrush that clearly reeked. The turtle’s head pulled back, in a simple disappear. She was getting senile, the poor old dear! She thought the turtle was her little son, Tom. When in fact to Viet...

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she tippy toed as gently as she could not wanting to disturb forgetting where she was and where she was heading to locked in a distant dream stopped dead in her tracks in the midst of darkness she opened the door to let herself out amused by the stillness of the night the brightness of the moon following a midnight breeze the scent of a distant dream enchanted by...

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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground") There’s a secretary that I know whose husband recently died But life somehow continues as before She has to keep replicating the myth that everything’s all right – A savant of the copy machines A mannequin in a megastore There’s a child that I know who goes to school with bruises Just a shell of a thing bearing signs of a...

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S ince I've gotten on in years, E verything seems to have changed. N ow when I walk into a room, I t seems things have been rearranged. L ittle things just here and there, E xchanged, somehow made different. M ost explain it easily, E xcuse you, senile, Me?...

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The evening dainty drizzle Dances with twilight tinge Descends in tumbling torrent Through the opaque night Enwrapping enshrined The squashed sordid sky Waiting to unfurl wide in vain The rain rinsed petals Under dawning sun to paint Ruptured rainbow charm. The juvenile sparkling smile Innate innocence configured Cascades as care-free stream In captivating youthful valley For a while with ageless aura Inundates the pristine plateau The flooded unblemished face Waits...

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Started Becoming Senile After thinking about it for a while Years of age had begun to compile Often about it lied and prevaricated; When I was born even post-dated; Like all old people ended up senile. Jim Horn...

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On a dark and stormy Winter night the air was full of yuletide idiocy, For Christmas was approaching with a greedy widening grin insidiously. Eggnog sloshed in decorated cups whose painted pretty elves, Had sat all year combing cobwebbed hair atop the basement shelves. Aunts and uncles from Irish genes were not-so-subtly tipping the rum, Into these...

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The Senile Chemistry Professor By Elton Camp On retirement old Doc did belong But he stayed at the job too long Although his students it did amuse When ionic and covalent he’d confuse Carbon in organics is never found To them had a very strange sound The dean didn’t know what to say But the problem resolved one day Doc took a drink and was...

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