Old Poems | Examples of Old Poetry

Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten, as you feel the days grow old and tired, you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten, when, once again, you feel life's fire. The two of you have been through a lot. Long ago you were torn asunder, but you loved each other, which can't be bought, 'neath the bridge, lot's of water,...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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A promise born, a life designed, To emancipate, to break the bind. But fate dealt blows, parents passed away, Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray. She sells her body, a living corpse, A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force. Uncertainty looms, her future unsure, A womb evacuated, her soul obscure. Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul, Yearning for companionship, a heart...

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Grab some cheese, some crackers, and some wine, and then come read this rhyming verse of mine. and if, as you quaff, I can extract neither a tear nor a laugh, do realize I'm a just rusty rhymist in decline....

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In the quiet morning light, for the first time, I truly gazed into the mirror, What I saw was unrecognisable, I must confess I was close to it but had to draw closer still, I was surprised to see a jigsaw of times past. Once a canvas, unmarked, Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons learnt and experiences...

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In somber silence, the Old Boys sit. Only ambient noise they permit. Not sitting face-to-face, it's such a lonely place. I, frankly, don't want to be in it....

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No moment ever felt this peaceful, Like the one I'd often meet. Almost daily, Sun and Moon's impossible meet. When you, like the Sun, were so bright, And I, like the Moon, craved your light. My presence was incomplete without yours. But for one thing! Moon only needed Sun's light in darkness, But I wanted yours in every light. Like the fate of...

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I look in the mirror, but don’t recognize, The person I see, with unfamiliar eyes. I want to shed the skin I wore, Leave behind the past, forevermore. The echoes of who I used to be, Feel distant now, they don’t belong to me. I crave the change, the clean slate, To leave behind what sealed my fate. No more the girl who...

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Death, death, Oh! Old Death Old death makes everybody dry and sad Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf In the darkest, hottest part of the crater And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber Where too much light Blinds the retinas and this is...

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As I reflect on my old body’s daily decay, I wonder ~ did God really mean to do it this way? Couldn't He have let me journey to life's end, whole and entire, instead of having part after part of me periodically misfire? You assert emphatically, "Yes! He really meant to do it this way!" Okay....

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In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it, we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed, believing we are kings of life, but in fact, we are blind slaves to unripe desires, servants of our own lives, as we live in an unfinished dream, a labyrinth of illusions. The...

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I'm really much too young to get old Something's drastically out of whack I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud Why's my body giving me flack? A strange bump just formed on my neck Don't think it was there yesterday My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer But I'm still young in all other ways My body is falling apart, bit by bit Takes...

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Old song plays again, Promises like broken chords, Trust is out of tune. ©bfa042425 ...

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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Open farms where horses run Back drop of mountains in the sky Tears of joy are calling to cry Released, from lessons, to have fun Valleys filled, freedom to the brim Driving the ledge, just to feel it Peace wraps around me, where I sit Tossing thoughts like a haircut trim Some old ones, no longer welcome Heavy weights, I choose to let go The...

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