Old Lady Poems - Poems about Old Lady

There was an old lady who stood in a queue Where the queue led to I hadn’t a clue So I don’t know why she was stood in the queue And if I don’t know, then neither do you The queue started moving one step now and then Once in a while it would move ahead ten I still don’t...

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Busy as a street could ever be Everyone's eyes veiled but me In this busy anthill A poor old lady gave a shrill Struggling on a zebra, a daily drill. As every ant, loaded, hurriedly passed by To the poor lady I gave a wide smile. Met by a worn-out...

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Ever stand in the pouring rain And feel the loss, feel the pain, Watching all your dreams get washed away? Seems like ev'ry now and then You don't know where you'll begin Because ev'rything is locked in yesterday. And if the Statue of Liberty ...

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She's under this illusion. Men still look at her and have some sort of interest in her. Always applies makeup before leaving the house. Checks then re-checks clothing in an almost ritual-like dance in front of the mirror. Babe, I say to myself, cause. I’d never have the nerve tell her to her face. That men gawking at you ship, as long sailed....

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She was a smok’n old lady the Garfkeeper said. I was shocked at his enthusiasm, we call him Old Ed. Thinking he meant a fox, hot, a sensuous woman. I was stunned when I met our new neighbor Ms. Ribban....

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tea? the older lady invited. the old man declined. He was not much of a tea drinker. This happened daily for years. One day it was colder than other days. Tea? The old man nodded. She poured him a glass of whiskey. So this is what he had been missing? She gave him a twinkle eyed look. He never refused tea again. They became friends too....

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Little old Lady with the blue rinse hair, Sitting there in her worn out chair. She was a beauty when she was younger, She misses her life like a gnawing hunger. Noboy seems to know or care, About how she looked and the designer clothes she used to wear. When it's sunny they sit her in the shade, But she wants to...

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In a department store mirror I glimpsed an old lady’s hair. It was a weird ugly orchid color. She thinks she is young! And she looks ridiculous! I meandered around clothes rack trying to find her again. I wanted one more glimpse of that ugly color. As I peeked directly into a mirror I realized... It was my own hair, a gorgeous...

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I heard a story being told by a traveling man. He told of a story that was passed down from father to son for generations This story journeyed from country to country and was translated from 4 different languages. As the story goes… there was an old lady who would go around the village asking for...

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I looked in the mirror, And what did I see? There was an old lady Looking at me Who are you? I wanted to know. Get out of my mirror Before we have a row. I'm you silly woman. The old lady said. Now finish taking off Your makeup, and Get into bed. BJ Cuber...

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The old lady down the street has passed and left no one they could call around; except her old cat she called Miss Sass It will take looking before she's found. Her friend decided on a yard sale. Mostly junk will be all we will find: a worn garden spade and battered pail remnants of flower beds left behind. A crocheted doily on...

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Built in a Belfast shipyard for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line. On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee flew the Southern Cross ensign, down a slipway to the sea launched afar by Her Majesty Behold her pale eau de nil green ‘n painted hull of grey, ...

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who did not sit beside me but stood in the side view of me just to start with her sad story of a husband that pass away (sorry for your loss, i said ) only to let her ask many thousands of questions about me and where i live saying she knew the landlord lisa (more like, she will say something about her self) (so you will speak the things,...

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There was an old lady Who flew like a swallow. She weight sixty pounds ‘Cuz her bones were hollow. She flew through the air Wherever she went. She slept in a tree And didn’t pay rent. One unlucky morning, She fell from the sky. Her arms were all heavy And she couldn’t fly. Seems she was anemic And feeling quite sick. She ironed her shirt And that did the trick. Went...

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To hunt with a full stomach To bite into the neck of the smaller Without hunger Fangs clamped to the back of her neck Her face Devoured crumpled paper Spit up Re-smoothed to creases Eyes nose mouth map Her splintered village Smoldering Over her shoulder Shreds of scarves blouses skirts Blown to the astonished charred limbs Of her bare front yard tree As if the widow should believe The willow was...

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