Age Poems | Examples of Age Poetry

My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big lollipops Cogs and wheels,...Read the rest...

Cool walks nowhere it shouldn’t be, Movement to there, and back over, where else, Cool does not need to take the bull by the horns, Cool convinces the massive beast the best direction. Cool gives without measure, strength...Read the rest...

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem...Read the rest...

Always I passed beside the bows But never I personally taste its pain Successfully once I entered its realm Getting the hope of blissful heaven . Ah ! What a happy life you and me Thinking never I will...Read the rest...

Name-calling We who live in the west  do not see Israel as a colonial power the last one in the Middle East As many colonialists before Israel this unlawful occupation will end and when the dust settles, a new  the state will...Read the rest...

I was lying in bed, unable to sleep, Thinking of troubles I'd seen in life, so deep. If I could give counsel to the younger Dave, From so many disasters, him I could still save. Somewhere, in bed, many...Read the rest...

Looking for words. Pink and blue billows on the poetic sky drip of eager words Alas, towards dawn, a westerly wind blew cleared the sky In the morning blank screen lit up when the sun shone. But the sun...Read the rest...

A flood of unfamiliar faces, Shoes with Velcro, not with laces, Missing memories, times and places, Hosting in the hospital here, Staring at strangers? someone dear? Is it not what it may seem? Is it real, or do I dally with a...Read the rest...

* death is a process of many stages, and dementia can be one of the ugliest … Dad taught me many lessons in life, and he fought to the last to retain what sensibilities he...Read the rest...

Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immediately attest said material constitutes atypical topic the writing process (with intent to...Read the rest...

It was once wise to invest in steel, yup, In days of yesteryear. Now, they say that fine art and gold are up. All things change with time, dear. Then, I'd scale the steepest mountain to reach That pinnacle...Read the rest...

Maybe we are not sure of god, but what I believe in, is that life is a test. Which we all need to overcome and face in situations, what we do not expected. It leaves us sometimes...Read the rest...

My inner child is ageless This helps me get through my days Not feeling guilty for being childlike She encourages me to play, which I do Every single day for at least four or five hours Tomorrow is not promised And...Read the rest...

I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died, Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride. John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely...Read the rest...

Illness you had, made me sometimes mad. But seeing you begin fat, and laying you flat, making speaking you like a rat. But I fell inlove with how the amount of puppies and humans you pat. And in...Read the rest...