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Seventy Poems - Poems about Seventy

Premium Member Seventy Six and Grateful
she regurgitates her parent’s philosophy Lives their religious beliefs Spouts their politics Lives with their furniture She has never had to buy a couch or a chair Never had to wonder what her own ideas might be At seventy-six she is grateful She never had to develop an opinion of her own...

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Categories: seventy, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Seventy Plus
Seventy Plus Have been retired for 7 years The best parts: no work hassles more time to write poetry more time to play music more time to work on my project list (of course, AFTER the honey do list) more time to volunteer more time for naps I can sit around in sweats and tee shirt (in summer shorts and tee shirt) But The worst parts: insomnia not as much...

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Categories: seventy, humorous,
Form: List



Premium Member Seventy-three seconds
One thought, igniting the dream, Seven bold souls, steady as they seem. Ten missions past, Challenger soared, Twenty-five flights, the program roared. Tick-tick. A countdown clear. The world leans close. The clock draws near. Thirty-six degrees—a frozen doubt. A seal strained tight; the gas leaks out. Ignition. Roar. Climb. Silence screams. A nation watches shattered dreams. Seventy-three seconds, sky turned to flame, History echoes their hallowed names. At 5:00...

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Categories: seventy, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Beauty of being Seventy Two
I do not embellish the truth. I cough it out Letting it land on the table Ooze along on the floor Touching people’s shoes Slithering along the sidewalk in front and in back of me My truth as I see it, Part of the beauty of being seventy-two....

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Categories: seventy, age,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Dim sum die-at
We bare of human; sic-ning' Planned these decade long schemes? Some mad-sters of eugenics In bid to cap our dynamics.' All based on their (spatial distancing) And murder as ever Of conscious never With extremisam Of which I am no fan forever.!...

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Categories: seventy, education,
Form: Rhyme



At Seventy I can no longer fly under the radar
At 70 I can no longer fly under the radar, And now my family has started making plans for me, That decides how the 70-year-old me, Should spend any time left to me, That they see as uncontestably for me. Never mind the health of me, With a heart that came through chemotherapy with me Lungs that can walk in the fog...

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Categories: seventy, abuse, age, allusion, analogy,
Form: Burlesque
Seventy-Seventh Birthday
In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven. If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77. After taking chemotherapy for months, you died. You were a good provider and that can't be denied. When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad. If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad". [Dedicated to Charles F....

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Categories: seventy, death,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member I am Nineteen but I look Seventy Two
I am nineteen but I look seventy-two weird maybe to those who are not here yet in my heart I am singing and dancing my arthritic ankles are laughing at me I do not hear them choosing to be young me as opposed to old me my heart is full of joy I am not cynical only grouchy with one person my husband, who must not...

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Categories: seventy, age,
Form: Prose
The Eight in Seventy Two
Ploddingly it took the form Of some dispassionate melody Our wailing voices at crescendo For our undying we mourn With care they traipsed the deck A mass of notions in mind Did ten artlessly disappear or were held by the Atlantic's inside? Still we stood and tried to inform Searchers of our malady That we living men hitherto can presently not be seen Still we stand on...

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Categories: seventy, allusion, imagery, imagination, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member interacting when you are seventy
my twin sister and I speak almost every day saying the same things over and over there seems to be comfort in that we call our brother on his birthday he never answers but he will text back so we text him happy birthday he texts back right away - one word ok this gives us a sense of peace because we know either he...

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Categories: seventy, age,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member and now for my next trick I will try to be seventy
and now for my next trick I will try to be seventy SEVENTY! My brain yells “We are twelve!” My soul yells “nineteen at the most!” My arthritic ankles yell “we are a hundred. Being seventy ought to be a cinch.” What does seventy look like? How does seventy act? I know that seventy is invisible. And seventy’s ideas are discounted and seventy is easily ignored. But...

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Categories: seventy, age,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Gift
O,' my Lord, Christ Jesus of Deliverance, A gift faceted in distinguishing the humanities hoped Human-kind had but one-rule A commandment: for individualism. ('choice') A natural-born leader over yourself, Your thoughts, your intent of will Your liberations, your goodness relished. You there, they're reading it loud, Don't get too far ahead of yourself You were given a rare gift...

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Categories: seventy, christian, courage, creation, encouraging,
Form: Prose
Premium Member Say Bye to Seventy-Three
Happy Birthday to me Say bye to seventy-three I’m seventy-four now My ox to be gored ...

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Categories: seventy, birthday, farewell, how i
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The House of Seventy Gables
I live in a house of seventy gables With twenty kitchens and as many tables. It's good for both winter and summer weathers, 'Cuz, in Spring, it flies - it's made of feathers!...

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Categories: seventy, bird, nonsense, silly, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member On the Near Edge of Seventy
I'm on the near edge of seventy and I wonder if I've lost my destiny. Did I I waste too much time on foolish things like envy, jealously and those many brass rings. Was being good quite good enough to cancel out the evil done when times got rough? Sometimes I collected honey, sometimes I ran after money. Sometimes I was held with...

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Categories: seventy, age,
Form: Couplet

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