Short Elders Poems
Short Elders Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Elders by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Elders by length and keyword.
children and elders
take joy in building sandcastles,
let them not crumble
as true architects and welders.
2nd Place
inside the mirror
her macabre apparition
seen by a toddler
toddler is waving
invisible friend they think
non-seeing elders
Senryu 2/3/2018
Time and Temperature
age tattered elders
worn sweaters sipping tea
a warm comfort
John G. Lawless
©2/3/2018
Tanka
Respect your elders
Mother always told me
But where are they?
Walking up and down the street
I see no one older than me.
eager eyes watch the float jump
tradition passed from elders
this year could be different
rad meter training
08/25/13
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• Come out while the night is young
• The sun has yet to rise
• "Stay away from the human village,"
• The elders would advise
Some people are so quick
To reach the heights
That they prefer to hold
The feet of the elders
Rather than holding hands
Of the small ones.
as many bavila elders
surround the fire while discussing some issues,
many young leaders
see quick solutions.
Elder's wrinkles--antique lace,
Taking selfies is a disgrace,
We're the sperm who won the race,
Staying positive is a grace,
Now put a smile on your face!
Grandparents we heed for years and always know
Elders mistakenly disparaged and derided
Welders of life why families are mended
Or whom we never had, to honor and yow
Today I’m thankful for the wisdom of our elders…
We should thank them ever day…
while remembering:
their wisdom does us no good
unless we heed the words they say.
Stories - faces aglow,
the "old ones" sharing
life's lessons.
Tales of the past,
guideposts in life,
before we all knew more
than those who came before
"our perfection".
Today is a very astonishing day
for the elders and peasants.
Their king, who is also their god,
bleeds.
“Gods do not bleed!” a child
cries out in the midst of a shocked crowd.
Treacherous their ways
without sunlight's rays
Paths of sleet and ice
break our limbs in a trice
Youths may look, leap and laugh
Elders dare not make this gaffe
passing thru
on my way to glory land
soon I'll be home
I'll sit down
On the banks of the river
to take my rest
won't be long
I'll shake hands with the elders
I will see God
Young children should be seen and not heard
They frighten their elders with their words
Adults insecure
Kids wholesome and pure
Distinctions between young and old blurred
Respect for elders was the way it was
Seems no longer that way, it's very repugnant
The world has moved on
Rules have been redrawn
Today is how it'll be from today forward
older is not always wiser
a saying proven wrong many times
I have met many wise children
they recognize the power of love
whereas dementia is often overlooked in elders who were never wise
I’ve been tryin’ for a while to get things right.
Dreams of better days only come at night.
I couldn’t have imagined; life like this’.
Our elders didn’t tell it, like it is—
11/25/2022
Here today; gone tomorrow
In a blink of an eye there could be great sorrow
Jesting no more, just past memories
Kindnesses give always, even if you disagree
Embrace them as if there’s no tomorrow
=============== Still
a young girl knows not
of the wisdom of elders
come sit by the hearth
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters
in ashes of time's arrow.
Above all comes sorrow,
how I was strait and narrow
and listened to my elders.
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters.
the real monsters,
are not living in your mind,
but out there,
in the real world,
killing the civilians,
innocent children's and elders,
terrible minds,
with terrible weapons,
threatening world peace.
8 am –
still in pajamas, drinking coffee –
first cup – hair a mess –
bones stiff, but nothing
like they will be.
I used to wonder why
my elders seemed so sure
everything was getting worse.
2004 Fall
waspish
& coarse!
an ear-loathe
of a stinging credence:
o, loutish
... exhibits
at my forest’s edge –
& elders collapse
at devouring
songs –
a ministry of
moth-suckling
babe-bees of
my ether being!
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