Years Poems - Poems about Years

Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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After all these years I'm the same as I ever was still a child at heart (plus some older parts) I've not changed because what was important to me then is also true today nothing and no one will ever sway my way yet unlike so many who know not their station and only identify themselves by their occupation I'm aware of who I am it determines what I...

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MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE...

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A walk down memory lane... Let's refresh your life again... To rejoice all you've lost and gained, To cherish all your joys and pain.. From a boy into a man you grew, As a surgeon into the Uk you flew, Blessed with a wife with love so true Master to Archie ,a doting dad to two... Cherished by friends adored by colleagues, IT...

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Sex as the Controller** They heard us outside the bedroom window— Breathing, moaning, panting, grunting, and screaming In the stillness of the night, calling out the names of the Gods. Salty sweat dripped from our bodies Under the Caribbean heat waves, many moons ago— What a summer to remember! Yet...

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Happy Yappy Husky Puppy Barking Playing Jumping Running Growing Showing Stronger Vigour Guarding Barking Growling Marking Pees trees With ease Declines Bath times Bribes him I win Years past Too fast Sleeps more Joints sore Time to Let go Tail waves Bye bye Asleep I weep Sky shows Rainbow He leaves I grieve. ...

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My husband is in many ways the opposite of me. Were he to make a left turn along a route, I’d go right inevitably. Astrologically, he’s emotional (double water) but I’m a stable triple earth. He rarely laughs, not even at a comic’s show, while I enjoy mirth. As time went on, I realized he really was a nut. Had...

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They walk among us, wrapped in a quiet that intrigues, in a silence that soothes. We think they’ve always been this way, born under a merciful star, spared from opposing winds. But this peace, you have to listen to it closely: it vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times, it echoes with the memory of...

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They treated me for bipolar disorder. I wanted you to know. Although the doctors later said it was the Adipex-p and weed mimicking an up-and-down disease— it hasn’t happened since. I still think it was more than that. Hard to believe it’s been more than twenty years— that fourth of July, when I read your mind at the Washington Mall, and ran off...

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The grass has grown, the garden’s bright— Nowruz has come, a feast of light. The demon’s tangled, winter hair has vanished, melted in the air. Yes, spring returns with scented breeze, no more the moan of bitter freeze. Joy has arrived at every door— love walks with us, alone no more. Saqi, pour wine and lift this day, chase all our noisy cares away. You,...

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in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ...

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years evaporate as quickly as these dewdrops in the morning sun...

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The years passes quickly and my heart kept holding on to something profound and an age old practice refused to leave the town; my heart cannot say goodbye for upon it your destiny lies. Morning cracks the notorious code and spill the beans all over the road and since then the dreams stall in the...

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I wonder if Pops will lie out in his trademark bell-bottoms—faded denim flares that split the air like his cool, bending time, making room for his strut as if the horizon would yield to his next step. He sported them tightly creased—dividing time into his own image and fashioning it into a tailored jacket. Double-breasted pinstripe...

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