Best Oldness Poems

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
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(From the early Anglo-Saxon text)

May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
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He climbed to the top
of one of those million white pines
set out across the emptying pastures
of the fifties - some program to enrich the rich
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May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
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One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
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Falling hairs, a curious thing,
It may be a condition that makes us sting.

Thinning tresses, is it a sign of age?
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Christmas-Days are still in store:-
Will they change-steal faded hither?
Or come fresh as heretofore,
Summering all our winter weather?
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This world is beautiful place
this beautiful place with lass
with her sunset
beautiful
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Rajnish Manga

No word to express my thankfulness,
No poetry is bubbling in the mind,
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Caligula, like Nero, was not born neurotic (by today's standards) . They progressed to that stage through power, and money....
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Ah Caligula, with puff pouty lips, I hear your trumpet call
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I think I am getting old
and dreams just go away
I can not to them hold
to reality of each day
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Rows of chimney pots do their still smoking dance
Then thru our windows early morning glance,
By chance ‘Is it raining? '
Sometimes a sunny day is gaining,
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OLDNESS AND SLOWNESS

Oldness and slowness
More difficulty in moving
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Enjoying life before it all away goes
On to the winter’s playing penumbra field
What was of proceeding is now like glows
One at a time falling in oldness yield
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Lane to somewhere
As the morning comes
People from here and there
Walking among blossoms
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I have a song to give you of
It is in shades of autumn's lay
Song of a breezing the trees love
When colors fade over and play
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A leaf of the earth
Awoken with its dream
The spring coming birth
And rivers of easy stream
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Into the Morning
everything is gone,
love and its yearning
that keeps heartbeat on.
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I am here for every rose
like a flowers garden,
and as the summer goes
and the winter harden.
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As time goes by each day will fade and coil,
And leave behind those wasted yesteryears;
You gave away to every favored foil,
Though your mind now remembers it and dears.
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It's an older sadder world
Slower
With more sickness
With more waiting
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The oldness of the old depresses
My own oldness depresses
My being among the old depresses
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I'm here trying to hold everything from flop
Like Samson of the bible at one time did
But this tumbling down really will not stop
And I'm stuck in its middle like a pyramid
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Life is peace
And its war
Like the green trees
And faraway star
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I just want to give you
everything I feel,
for days coming through
so close and real.
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Sing a song of sunshine
for winter is gone,
now is summer fine
to carry the world on.
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You are never too old
To give and touch
With dreams that hold
And give so much
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Give me colors all to see
Always extra and some more

Shades of tomorrows to be
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a cloudy sky moving in multi-dimensional realities upon human condition
no nihilism but a balanced way of lighting bird among darkness of life
windows in diversified truth conditions moved by light and shadow
youth and oldness
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manifesto of impermanence in poetry of life
(2010)

''life.being.becoming.death.
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Tendrils rolled and licked at the air,
Fuelled by the blood of sacrifice.
It bore the gods' talent, floating atop;
Down from the great south the wind blew,
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Gold was a gnome of oldness,
Giving a forest of gems to us,
Meat and wine was served to us,
Iron killing had been in place.
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We are sweeter than apple juice when odd stars
Reckon like the kings of the queens, the right in health.
We are blessed like the rage of the ancients, the rights
Of a man derive the equations of physics and ascertain
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I open the way of feeling to everyone
Who glances in my direction that stays.
I frustrate the coldness of the air today,
Eerie are the ways we splendidly follow
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One reason to cross the line of hazards
Composes me a story to lead the eternal life.
Heaven will only take it, fury collapses,
Can you not give this fury to me?
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Dyed by the violence of hate
A quick swill of wine concerns my offspring,
Reject the totality of infinite space!
Not in the suddenness combats the face,
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The day shall swear to the books of gold,
These tomes decide the worth of generations;
In them a day collides with atoms of the dusts,
Winds blow them out to the seas of brine.
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I want the form of life called happiness without pain and endurance,
I wish for the straight path and all of the relentless goals to accost me,
Like this and that, those and these, filling the bank with worries.
Thoughts have been given, swerving along the horizon little by little,
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The old words are like ‘yes’,
But old is old when gold and ancient;
Silver slivers to the tongue
As oldness breezes past with automatic
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One is life’s one, one of the celebrations,
Until the treachery has been committed;
Let informed opinion be made to untie
And then cutting happens due to oldness.
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YAAS

YAAS,
the silent wrath of mother Nature,
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Quill and pigments, Pen and Ink
Sharp nails and dried leaves,
Dark chillness and hot wind,
Thousands of pages sustain,
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….passing through another memory
the drifted memory timed on brinks
flung open like doors,
old women’s chatters,
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My oldness seems older today.
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looking into the mirror
i saw my reflection
and then i found a truth
its nowhere near perfection
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I was never child
My maternal granny called me an old, old soul
I seen time come and go
I gave birth to giving birth
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The white snows keep on falling
They seem sliding down thread.
How I wish to keep going,
Though no way I can keep.
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K-indness, our ammunition to bear
E-very bullet of compassion, we forsake to spare
E-ntangled by the roots of old and maiden's hair
P-ortrayed without the sense of despair
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Prattles’ the litter bore of chatters with drifting clouds
As revel’ sky dominance laid ‘pon view
Renders’ thought of journey
Given thoroughness wrapped in heaven gaze
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When it's burpdaytime
Be clean of any grime
Blow out the candles
Grip Oldy the Oldness by the handles
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The same old same old same oldness of things
the tiring vicious trot
a conscious step forward and
an unconscious step backward
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In some abandoned city
My young days are buried.

The load of memories
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her body's customs
with things
he requires
that she shave
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With rain; comes cheer,
With pride; comes downfall,
With satisfaction; comes richness,
With adventure; comes exuberance,
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They say
Cleanliness is next to Godliness
And
Dirtiness is next evilness
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Dumb founded you finally stare one day
to your own life.
You still retouch it a hand,
you still put it a grimace
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It was as if the wind, had blown
Stardust in my eyes enchanting me,
With such charm upon perception
Of beauty, so luminously displayed,
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You keep me awake
You make me asleep,
You show me dreams
You make me real.
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A geless and deathless Paliel vulture
One of African vulture species that
Lives in jonglei region of Sudan
Lives beyond any bird life span
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1. When a person for the first time becomes able to see how the world doesn't work, it's always a big surprise.
2. It maybe shouldn't be a surprise, because complaints are made about it all the time.
3. It is, however, because of all the complaints that are possible, that it is assumed that the world should work.
4. People see most failure in their lives as an indication of a lacking in themselves.
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Life moves on from beautiful youthfulness to hurtful oldness..
From magical experience of love to hurtful suffering of pain..
From converging relations to the diverging loneliness..
From the unfolding of the curtain in the cradle to the ending of the play in the grave yard...
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Never Useless

She plucks the string of the beat-up old guitar, it makes a sound, a sound of waste, a sound of lost time, a sound of no play.
She walks to the chair, and takes a seat, the chair falls to the ground, not because of her light weight, but of no use, wasted time, time lost, and oldness.
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Milieu of antiquity
Modernized by acumen.
Made and marred by
Marvrllous power men.
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Being Two As One
With our diferences won;
Let us be in the fortress of our arms,
Under the shadow of love's charms,
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I see old in cold
Coldness will arrive with winter
Should wait a year to come
When it comes
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THE YOUTH LIVES ONLY IN THE PRESENT
THEY RULE, REIGN THE PRESENT
THEY CELEBRATE, DELIGHT PRESENT
THEY NEVER BROOD OVER THE PAST
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As the waking at dawn quickens its pace, the oldness is nigh without understand.
In the chime of a Kakao message yet, heart emotions remain,
Oh, alas! The days of verdant youth, never to regain!
Looking the face, captured by a phone-lens, the wrinkles are deeply engrained.
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The house is beautiful
By
Sreekala Sivasankaran
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Walking through the bright lanes
I searched for the dim ones.

Feeling the moments of peace
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Ώρες του μόχθου
νέο αποτύπωμα!
Χρόνου χάραγμα.
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We have thought deeply;
Our responsibility ends
When we leave this place;
It will be such a relief.
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His hairs turned grey
He found her too turned grey
He saw the skin with lines
On both as the herald
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I feel defeat and oldness in the eyes of people.
everyone is walking slowly and bored,
like they have seen all there is to see
and all the places there are to go.
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I don’t want to wear my oldness
Like a long robe dragging behind me
But as an under-shirt with holes like
Stars flickering on a moonless night.
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There is a place i see in my dreams
and i only dream to see this scene
to immerse myself in uncertainty
and the calm clarity
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Full moon approaching
lounging on the foreword deck
Venus rising over the Sea of Cortez
KD Laing – on a Zen not an I-pod
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Full moon approaching
sitting on the foreword deck
Venus rising over the Sea of Cortez
KD Laing - on a Zen not an I-pod
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O! Mother,
When dust rises
From underneath your steps,
Something echoes
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