Old age Poems
Reminiscence Again
by Pijush Biswas
Though the day I had at it's fill
Only you the one come by my way
And rather the old friends did conceal
Behind curtain, on the day.
Later Sun rise, after all, on you
Half hidden from the shine I call
As the withered leaves by dew
Restore itself, next to fall.
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The Old Man In The Chair
by Leo Warne
That old man in the chair
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
In One's Age to One's Youth
by Edith Matilda Thomas
Listen, thou child I used to be!
I know what thou didst fret to know-
Knowledge thou couldst not lure to thee,
Whatever bribe thou wouldst bestow.
That knowledge but a waymark plants
Along the road of ignorance.
Listen, thou child I used to be!
I am enlarged where thou wert bound,
Though vaunting still that thou wast free,
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Blooming Beauty
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Almost withered, the lean, leafless flower
Smiles in half of twigless green
Like an aged woman
Banished from the heaven of beauty--
Smiling as a gesture to shower, in vain,
The sprinkles of youthfulness of expired skin,
Rusting in ageing bony pits
As if left in lurch like an exploded balloon!
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Old Age
by Mourid Barghouti
There are some inventions
that do not exist.
Old age is one of them.
Those who go ‘there'
take childhood with them,
hold its dimpled little fingers
in their hands,
tell it their stories.
They take with them their silly little habits,
their tricks to get around restrictions,
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Dining Room Chair
by Gabriel Sanchez
Unvarnished and worn by age
see it slouch by the wall,
its silence sharper than the kitchen knives.
We rely on something or someone sturdy.
Facing the candlelight at meals, he holds her
to resist the decay of ashwood
until it breaks at its last supper.
He knows where the kindling goes.
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Reminiscence Again
by Pijush Biswas
Though the day I had at it's fill
Only you the one come by my way
And rather the old friends did conceal
Behind curtain, on the day.
Later Sun rise, after all, on you
Half hidden from the shine I call
As the withered leaves by dew
Restore itself, next to fall.
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The Proper Place of Old Age
by Peter Dr Lim
Old age is not the face
but the content in cranial -space
Old Age
by Peter Dr Lim
Old age
but not
a torn page
What Old Age?
by Peter Dr Lim
What old age?
Didn't you see me
last night
dancing on the live-stage?
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Edith Matilda Thomas (1 poems about Old age)
12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio