Poems about Aging
#aging
Poems about aging and the aging process. Poetry about what it's like to watch family and loved ones get older. Poems about aging includes everything from a midlife crisis, to our twilight years.
oldmanG
Poem Published
Today 2:26am
Today 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
Days are shorter than when I was a kid ...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
Days are shorter than when I was a kid ...
#aging
#death
#God
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:34pm
26th Jan 2025 10:34pm
Old Dancing Girls
They congregate at the side of the stage
in the two thousand seat venue
dancing
without a care
There are too many cares in the world
Los Angeles incinerating
Blizzards in Florida
An unhinged, dangerous president
Hundreds more I could list
Thousands
The old dancing girls have divorces
Double digit dress sizes
Wrinkles
Financial problems
Arthritis
Cancer remissions
Cancer recurrences
One lost her beloved 90-year-old mother
two months ago
Followed by...
in the two thousand seat venue
dancing
without a care
There are too many cares in the world
Los Angeles incinerating
Blizzards in Florida
An unhinged, dangerous president
Hundreds more I could list
Thousands
The old dancing girls have divorces
Double digit dress sizes
Wrinkles
Financial problems
Arthritis
Cancer remissions
Cancer recurrences
One lost her beloved 90-year-old mother
two months ago
Followed by...
#aging
#dance
#uplifting
49 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
58 reads
6 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:33pm
25th Jan 2025 2:33pm
Have Been alone
#aging
#sex
151 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
Them
She moves around with caution
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
#aging
#confusion
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
63 reads
15 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
No boundries
White sand is nonstop
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love #senryu
#love #senryu
64 reads
14 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
Mirrored self
My body is no longer sound.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
#aging
45 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Miss Timed
The goddess of time
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
68 reads
5 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
where in the world
This is a place I never would have thought I could even go to. The asylum doors are bare. Their sanctuary smells and sounds never have washed off me. When ever I am ready, if and when this day arrives, promise me this do not take me here. Stay at my side, wash the cobwebs from the corners of my mouth and eyes. Do not dry my tears. Brave me with magma, make belief, stay, do not leave me, let me become an illusionist just once more. Coo me a dove right then right there!
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
#aging
#humankind
103 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
A Slow Demise
Like old photographs,
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
#aging
#memories
#senryu
95 reads
8 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:57pm
15th Jan 2025 11:57pm
Waiting for what
The pebbles are coming into my shoes
as the gravel takes my voice
dirt roads and stop signs
too far along now
this was the choice
spinning fan above me
hard wood floors underneath
no time to sit and ponder
lost my chance to speak
brew up some fresh coffee
put on an old flannel
throw the dog a bone
if I don't get moving now
i may end up
all alone
as the gravel takes my voice
dirt roads and stop signs
too far along now
this was the choice
spinning fan above me
hard wood floors underneath
no time to sit and ponder
lost my chance to speak
brew up some fresh coffee
put on an old flannel
throw the dog a bone
if I don't get moving now
i may end up
all alone
#aging
#MovingOn
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2 Comments
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