Thirty Poems - Poems about Thirty

At thirty-eight, his story seemed to have already been written, he sipped his coffee and recalled where he went wrong or maybe got it right, for he had grown tired of the insurance game, of small offices with glass walls, of clients who came and went like faceless, soulless shadows. He was weary of the lies told to his...

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In the cold tub, at ten-thirty in the morning, I float like a wreck after a week of drinking and gambling, My body trembles, my mind is a dense fog, when suddenly the phone rings like a bell in an empty church. A young voice, a folk singer, tells me she has kicked out her boyfriend, his...

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Cri de coeur courtesy thirty something English earl cry baby the Earl of Yarmouth (William Seymour) a descendant of very late (to the power of Google - ha) Jane Seymour, Henry VIII's third wife currently in a legal battle with his parents, the Marquess and Marchioness of Hertford, over the family estate, Ragley Hall located in Alcester, Warwickshire, England, at B49 5NJ constitutes a 17th...

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almost thirty barely grown spent my twenties learning bones how they break how they heal how to tell what pain is real thought by now i'd have it right feet planted firm my future bright but the mirror shows the same old face chasing dreams at the same old pace bills stack high the years fly fast my childhood echoes in the past yet somehow i think of that kid inside who fears the dark but he swears...

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In three months I’ll turn thirty And my sister will still be 25 Three months seems so long when All you can think of Is seeing those two little lines Three months and you talk to his family You’re married but they don’t recognize That three months is too long You can’t afford the trip but your trip into town is all They talk...

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P.C. # 39 ...

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Its thirty mp's and rising justin.' Theres foam uoon them Waves.' Theres cracks deep in the planking justin I guess its Time to pray.? But you arn't one for prayer; i reckon.? Just what iv'e heard say.' I also hear of waverers justin? Another twenty seats." A backlash now of fifty justin; whoh! It Would knock you off your...

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I have an appointment To have a tooth yanked. This lists pretty high On the fears I have ranked. So, natch, I am nervous And needed a laugh, Which has been supplied By my better-ish half. He told me – “Relax!” As I work on my rhyme; “You don’t have to leave yet For tooth-hurty’s the time!” ...

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Last bell is ringing , now to leave. Long life I had to live. ...

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The last of my final hour I look around the room and spot my children He is arguing argumentatively with his sister and flailing his hands in the air Everyone is going on about my death as if it was something happening to them Love has been their sustenance in their life, yet...

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The Lord is faithfull.! Thesselonians ch 3 v 3-5 Jerimiah in the midst of the rebbelious people, had taken Note of a sobdrly clad 'new group to his awareness' he made Enquiry at the market stalls, and was told by zephunnah the Bread seller, they lived in a tented encampment on the edge Of the kidron approach to the city, intruiged...

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At the six-thirty PM of our lives, when we are retiring from the places where we were at dawn, where we wandered through the labyrinth of time, with memories clinging to the corners of our clothes, with dreams forgotten in our pockets, we gather, like birds returning to their nests, packing up and cleaning the mess of the morning and...

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As I look upward at the wooden door labeled 'My Demise', I clearly see thirty-nine wooden steps on the rise. Each step takes a minute to grasp what I'll leave behind, With many memories and thoughts, to recall and unwind. There are just sixty seconds to replay each precious step from my past. Joys and sorrows, loves and losses, with...

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When the doctor gave me his diagnosis, He didn’t deliver a happy prognosis. He told me I had just twelve months to go. Not really the news I wanted to know. Now almost a year has passed since that day. I’ve just thirty-nine minutes to while away. A final meal? Put the kettle on. And I’ll boil an egg. That’s four minutes...

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I accepted the sentence, handed down by the judge, got thirty-nine minutes to live; he wouldn't budge. I should read more carefully, but I understand, just one line per minute is all he will demand. I wish I had time to write down every song to play at my funeral, so folks can sing along. There's a lot of things to...

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