Old age Poems
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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When I look in the Mirror
by Owen Cullimore
When I look in the Mirror what do I see
A stranger looking back directly back at me
The lines on my face look haggard and drawn
My chin sags a bit not only when I yawn
My hair seems to be disappearing at a remarkable rate
I had better do something quickly before it’s too late
I used to look younger my appearance was great
Now I have to get used to whatever my fate
But at least my smile still remains the same
As for the rest there is no one else to blame
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Eyes of Love
by Joe Cyr
(anaphora)
Eyes of Love observe not tousled hair
Eyes of Love behold Splendor there
Eyes of Love see not imperfect face
Eyes of Love view Beauty everyplace
Eyes of Love judge not complexion
Eyes of Love ignore imperfection
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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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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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When I look in the Mirror
by Owen Cullimore
When I look in the Mirror what do I see
A stranger looking back directly back at me
The lines on my face look haggard and drawn
My chin sags a bit not only when I yawn
My hair seems to be disappearing at a remarkable rate
I had better do something quickly before it’s too late
I used to look younger my appearance was great
Now I have to get used to whatever my fate
But at least my smile still remains the same
As for the rest there is no one else to blame
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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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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,
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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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Edith Matilda Thomas (1 poems about Old age)
12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio