Tender Age Poems - Poems about Tender Age

...MOM AND DAD STILL HOLD HANDS AT TENDER AGE 92 WATCH THE PIT FIRE NOTHING MORE TO DO BUT SITTING IN THOSE OLD ROCKING CHAIR'S ......Read the rest...

...Met a boy of about four standing in the foyer Of local restaraunt.He was standing in front of a machine that after eating your quarter would give you a reading of your emotional bearing after placin......Read the rest...

...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......Read the rest...

...*"Moonlit Longing"* "Endless nostalgia fills my mind, As I dine, The night grants solace, With the beauty all around, My thoughts take flight, Pondering if he's had his bite. The night is ......Read the rest...

...I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the first r......Read the rest...

...A work of art , always the centre of attention,she was his showpiece, his pride ,she was stunning , simply stunning , wherever he went she was always assuredly by his side.The fact is ,he felt awkwar......Read the rest...

...He sat upon my knee At the tender age of three Completely and utterly mesmerized was he His very first visit to a London theatre He was hooked He was addicted just lik......Read the rest...

...I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven. It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair. At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls, My uncle li......Read the rest...

...Another bon voyage on next leg of journey... into the unknown courting lovely lass crafted four years ago to date flying colors while eldest progeny an undergraduate at storied university d......Read the rest...

... Through Her Eyes It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries, one sees into her soul which feigns the fears and teems with tears that time cannot console. S......Read the rest...

...Our sense of style (or lack of it) Evolves but gets its start When we are of a tender age (Not merely young at heart). For many children know if they Like shining in a crowd And therefore wil......Read the rest...

...At my tender age, my grandma will tell nice stories from scripture, Each story carried a message, be virtuous and do not be ignorant, I did not know, what sin was, She emphatically told, two si......Read the rest...

...Telling "White Lies" My mother got born November thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five within poverty stricken household of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest (most mollycoddled) of four sibl......Read the rest...

...He walks by day the northern woods He seeks by night the skies He sees in stars a face he knows And one he knows no more He plumbs with vague suspicion The abyss of his soul And calculates th......Read the rest...

...They've gathered round this lonely grave, There's so few; Not to pay respects to the man they never knew. To the man they squeezed the spirit from his soul, at such a tender age; The man they tr......Read the rest...