Aged Poems - Poems about Aged

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......Read the rest...

...It's ten weeks now since that fateful day when I tripped in a hole and my life went array.. I'm finally on my feet and walking again, reflecting on those angels, the help they did lend.. I wouldn......Read the rest...

... counting years of life accumulated wisdom aged erudition......Read the rest...

...REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers is a family lined horizontal to the father. This is as close as they’ve b......Read the rest...

... hittin' the block top hat in thought with no laces to trip i – the on the lookout guy poppin' some spearmint off the smoky sauce continue the hunt for any of those Sunday driver / invest......Read the rest...

...Q: Besides the anti-Christ's unholy spirit of deception that is ever increasingly becoming more prevalent during the end times closure of God's church age of grace. What is another e......Read the rest...

...In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter, My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell, Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting f......Read the rest...

... Just the very thought of him, like an artist’s stroke of his Paintbrush, sealed a promise of a lifetime of tomorrows. I finally had found myself and, knew my purpose in life. The instant you......Read the rest...

...Q: Is it also, according to the Apostle Paul, to also become baptized by being so in the name of Jesus Christ? A: It is the Pentecostal and the Charismatic movements and churches that con......Read the rest...

...A system is rumbling in the air and it is causing many people to fear, the clouds are getting dark and the birds are flying around looking for a decent place to call home, they have migrated from the......Read the rest...

... poet, you called me? oh no - that’s not I ... there's truly just ONE he writes ‘pon the sky of sunsets and stars of space without end ......Read the rest...

...We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind, The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes. We are all guilty of the great cri......Read the rest...

...A poet’s journey as goes on A winding wobbly road That hath many ups and downs known, To me it scarce sounds odd Were he to see dusk with the dawn, To pen a revised ode. Comes old age carry......Read the rest...

...Wrinkled aged skin homemade hand scrub from down south my youth is restored......Read the rest...

...Among the forests of ideas that get lost in dense fogs, On high cliffs, beliefs carved into the mountain's root, We stand bound by incantations, by formulas we recite like a litany, With hearts fu......Read the rest...