#old poems on Hello Poetry

John Doe 7d

For K.R.

Two trees entwined, grown from the same earth tilled
They grow together, then apart, yet one left reaching still
Branches stretching, searching, but finding not a trace
Its companion having gone away, nevermore a chance embrace

Written for K.R. Wherever they are, I hope they're okay. Someone out there does still care and wishes them well.

#longing #sad #love #old #friend #trees #time #lost #regret

neth jones Nov 2

00111 00111

old man scatters dry leaves
chasing a 'dame'
spying i become a child

28/10/24
original version
old man chases up to a lady friend
like a smiley child
he kicks up the autumn leaves
as part of the game

#observation #haiku #brevity #autumn #fall #short #old #child #behaviour #seasons

Belinda S Richmond Oct 30

These Ole' Ghetto Streets

These ole' Ghetto streets
You got beef??
then bring the heat,
Don't make this an issue,
I might just diss you,
When You living in the hood, and
you wish a n** Would!!
Aye, you good???
Everything's Aiight!!!
Aye, Ya'll cool???
Yeah we tight???,
Trash all over the place,
it's just a sin and
a shame it's such a disgrace,
Get outta my face, or
Imma put you in your place,
Don't make a sound,
not even a peep,
Can't keep your mouth shut,
then take several seats,
It's about to go down,
IN THESE OLE' GHETTO STREETS!!!

B.R.
Date: 10/29/2024

#old #ghetto #streets #hood #urban #black #slum #rundown #central #city

Birdie Oct 25

Old habits die hard

It’s been said that old habits die hard
But how hard do I need to try
To make this old habit die?
The lengths I’ve gone to
In order to forsake you
The conclusion I have come to
This habit won’t die till I do

I think I’ll be stuck with you forever

#old #habits #die #hard #love #sad #broken

Àŧùl Oct 16

New Love in 2009

I sought recovery.
After my first breakup.
Social service attracted me.
I volunteered to teach for free.

Soon, I was back to old ways.
Delving deep into romance,
Finding my lucky chance,
Addiction called me again.

A co-volunteer she was.
And why not? Why not?
Me, she found interesting,
Who doesn't like an artist?

But she was a cold-blooded narcissist.
Yes, bigger than me, bigger than me,
Her pursuits included the world,
My pursuit was limited to her.

What went on in my life,
What she put me through,
What I found myself dealing with,
What I went through during that time.

Tasked with thirteen exams,
Me she had challenged,
Her narcissistic ways,
I cleared them all,

She was a liar,
Had a bloated ego,
I deflated her balloon,
She finally inflated mine.

My HP Poem #2009
©Atul Kaushal

#new #love #narcissist #old #ways #interesting #liar #faith

Karma Nov 7

Thoughts From Under the Latter Closet

No longer of use,
The static colliding,
The past in recluse
In the attic, residing

Colors rot in the dust
Pictures die in the silence,
As corpses make fust
And complain under pileus.

The mycelium harvest,
In boredom, they thrive.
And much like the artist
Through flesh, their roots rive.

A place where ghosts and ghoul like to screech,
A place where even the flies couldn’t reach.

#corpse #****** #hidden #attic #mycelium #old #dust

Jack Groundhog Oct 8

The glow of broken lamps

Peering through a old stone gate,
its face well carved, in prayers attired,
I saw a golden wall of late
before which stood cracked streetlamps retired,
their warming light now long gone
yet they still glow stubbornly on

I spotted some retired antique street lamps in the courtyard of the Edinburgh Museum, juxtaposed with a brightly painted yellow wall behind.

#age #retired #discarded #old #lamp #antique #edinburgh #scotland

Bekah Halle Oct 6

going grey

People say things like:
Where did that time go?
Things are moving so fast...
and it's true, and they are,
but when you're in the moment
they're not. It is only when
you look back or look in the mirror,
that you notice time has truly passed,
and you see the grey hairs;
and exclaim: "Oh, I am old now!"

#allofasudden #goinggrey #getting #old

Àŧùl Oct 2

New School, New Socks

20 years ago, I wrote my final exams for grade 8,
And I was among the toppers in the school.

I still remember the socks for the winter break,
How can I forget it, my godgranny wove that out of wool.

She's still alive, my godgranny,
Godsent angel is that lady.

I have little to no memories of my biological grannies,
Both paternal and maternal passed away whilst I was young.

My godgranny now has a gummy smile,
She closes her eyes as she smiles for a mile.

90+ years of age now, she has seen many summers,
And she has also woven so many woolen socks.

Parameshwari Ðéví is her kind name,
And now she's a greatgranny.

#godgranny #venerable #old #lady #greatgranny #grandmother