Senior poetry

Senior poetry There are many people who turn to writing poems as they move into elderhood.

Some say it is am image of the mature Robert Frost trying to read the poem he wrote for the inauguration of JFK or Mya Angelou reading On the Pulse of Morning during the inauguration of President Clinton in 1993 may have inspired seniors to try their hand at poetry.

But the history of poetry being written by seniors goes back much further than the 20th century. In the Phaedo, the dialogue about Socrates' last day, he says that his dreams have made him realize that he had done little to exercise his creative side and so has taken to writing poetry.

Perhaps that is one of the reasons why so many seniors begin to turn their hand to poetry - it is an opportunity to exercise the creativity of the right brain.

Whatever the reason, there are many who find meaning and challenge in the writing of poems - especially after retirement.

Here are some original poems submitted by readers of this web site.

If you are a senior poet and wish to submit one of your poems for publication on this web site, you can use the form below. SPECIAL NOTE This site will publish only one poem from each poet (To allow room for future poets submitting poems) so do choose the ONE poem you want to see published here.

If you have a book of poetry available through Amazon, do let me know and I will place a link to it at the end of your poem.

Thanks.

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