Growingolder Histoires

A short poem about growing older.

Ranked #2 in "giving back" on 6/10/19....After hearing this beautiful Greek Proverb I was inspired to write a poem. Our actions, no matter how small they may seem inspire many generations to come. The past is not only the past but also our future.

Important

Another in my series of What If? stories I am not Rating this story because I would rate it above "Teen" but less than "Mature". I think it would not be as appropriate for people under the age of thirteen as most of my stories normally are, especially the themes, but it is definitely not hardcore enough to be "Mature" either. YMMV. It is the RailDex Characters in the near future, i.e. college age, trying to figure out life and relationships.

A poem I wrote about growing older and realizing that you can't always follow your dreams.

Twilight Dreams explores the evolution of dreams as one ages, contrasting youthful ambitions with the gentler aspirations of later life. The poem reflects on mortality, lost opportunities, and finding meaning in small moments, while emphasizing the desire to leave a lasting impact before life's journey ends.

Hey guys! Sooo I know this story is a bit depressing, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! I have a feeling there are other people that can relate to this. Enjoy! :)

I am putting all of my poems in here from now on. My page was getting messy, and I've been taking frequent breaks to think of what I want to say. Thanks for reading 😊

What is the scariest way to die? He took my limp hand in his own. He brought it close to his lips. "Your not going to die...," he whispered so quietly the sound almost disappeared completely into the air. "..not from this." ... Life is something I will never understand. It is an anomaly. A path of twists and turns that can never be predicted. It is simply life. It is something that can never be defined. I was never sure, of what I wanted or of where I wanted to go. I knew nothing. All I wanted was to be happy. I knew I would grow old. Grow old and everything that I would have done would then be seen so inconsequential so in-important, so pointless and small. I could predict how I would feel. I could predict where my life was going. But I could never predict this. I could never predict this pitiful state of life, would be a life that was mine... I didn't know how I got here. And I didn't think there was anywhere for me to go. This was life now. This was the real meaning of life. A meaning that was worse than any other meanings that could be imagined. This was the real meaning, the meaning that was, that there is no meaning at all. At least not in this life. Not in the pitiful life that was my own. (First person, past tense)

Philosophical poems I've written over the years-warning, these things get really deep and some DARK. By Dark i mean-the subject of Death in relation to Life is discussed. Topics include: Time, Life, Death, Choices, Options, Happiness,Changing, Growing older, Memories

Toxic. Again, not one of my best.

Helen Wyndham is a typical woman during the WWII era. Her husband is fighting overseas while she and her best friend Judy try to navigate uncertain waters on the home front. They do all they can for the war effort. But when Helen's husband and Judy's beau are called back overseas they realize they can't just sit back and wait for their men to come home anymore. They must do something. They sign up for the Nurse Army Air Corps where they will go on an adventure of a lifetime and meet people they would never have believed possible. But when Helen's husband's letters stop coming for months on end she begins to worry. Then he is found not far from where she is stationed, but then begins the real battle. She must learn to either live with the new man he is or leave him and all their memories behind.

This story is about two teenagers as young children have drifted apart and have now started to make their way back to each other. It is based in New Zealand. They're both 16 to start and are year 12s.