Old age Poems
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.
Life is just a journey
by Saleh Ben Saleh
With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.
My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
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Land of the aged
by Peter Dr Lim
This is the land
of us the aged:
you the younger
will not understand-
the mist of life
hovers heavily over
we live alienated
in a lacuna-
for such we were born:
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Alter
by Mario Odekerken
Ich schaue auf meine Hände,
Linien wie Flüsse,
die Geschichten tragen
von allem,was ich nicht festhalten konnte.
Gesichter kommen und gehen
wie Wolken über einer stillen Landschaft.
Manche Namen bleiben,
andere verblassen
wie Morgentau in der Sonne.
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Im Alter
by Mario Odekerken
Die Tage werden stiller,
nicht leer,
nur langsamer.
Die Hände tragen die Spüren
von Arbeit,von Zärtlichkeit,
von Jahren,die niemand zählt.
Der Spiegel zeigt Gesichter,
nicht nur das eigene,
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Land of the aged
by Peter Dr Lim
This is the land
of us the aged:
you the younger
will not understand-
the mist of life
hovers heavily over
we live alienated
in a lacuna-
for such we were born:
......
Anatomy of a Pyre
by Lokenath Roy
tugging down hair strands,
right where the foot of the flame breaks even—
outreaching from a coarsen rug; in little time
cheeks crater out. engulfing the blessed cry of departure.
have you watched the fire spread on a pyre? the last time the muscles
twitch.
human skin of pastel gorges beneath the river, yellow.
the danube devotes praises to the blue skies of distant dawn.
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Im Alter
by Mario Odekerken
Die Tage werden stiller,
nicht leer,
nur langsamer.
Die Hände tragen die Spüren
von Arbeit,von Zärtlichkeit,
von Jahren,die niemand zählt.
Der Spiegel zeigt Gesichter,
nicht nur das eigene,
......
Old Age and Rebirth
by Mario Odekerken
The skin grows thin like paper,
a landscape of years
folded into wrinkles
where silence lives.
Eyes look further
than the present reaches,
see shadows of voices,
walk paths
the feet have already forgotten.
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Ballroom Dancing
by Joe Cyr
Bonnie and I enjoy ballroom dancing
But we are not ballroom dancers
There is a difference
One manifests enjoyment -
A joyful response to the urge
To get up and move with the music
as when a waltz or rhumba begins to play
When that happens, we must move
lowering and rising, 1-2-3
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Edith Matilda Thomas (1 poems about Old age)
12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio