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.
scatteredsilence
Poem Published
Today 11:56am
Today 11:56am
Passing through
My fingers shrivel
I see cracks widen
An opening into future decay
My mind stutters and I know it’s ok
Life has to fade
We don’t have to be afraid
Sunlight peels the skin
Sometimes I want to stare…
Beyond the atmosphere
Into the blinding eye of Helios
Maybe just to find the mythical
Perhaps I’m becoming hysterical
Long in the tooth
Grabbing at meaningless stuff
I’m scraping about in the filthy fringes
Finding I’m as rotten as the next piece of meat
Like everyone else
I trick myself into...
I see cracks widen
An opening into future decay
My mind stutters and I know it’s ok
Life has to fade
We don’t have to be afraid
Sunlight peels the skin
Sometimes I want to stare…
Beyond the atmosphere
Into the blinding eye of Helios
Maybe just to find the mythical
Perhaps I’m becoming hysterical
Long in the tooth
Grabbing at meaningless stuff
I’m scraping about in the filthy fringes
Finding I’m as rotten as the next piece of meat
Like everyone else
I trick myself into...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#morality
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:07am
Today 00:07am
on the street
bloke says, ‘sorry, pops’, as
he steps hurriedly out
of my way
and I smile to myself
as I struggle to keep my balance
I don’t recognise the description
but thanks for making my
day ..
he steps hurriedly out
of my way
and I smile to myself
as I struggle to keep my balance
I don’t recognise the description
but thanks for making my
day ..
#aging
#funny
#weakness
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0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:12pm
Yesterday 7:12pm
Generation HeXed
Ex-husband
ex-wife
ex-friends
nothing you do is good
you are Generation Hexed!
ex-band members
ex-partyer
ex-athlete
a stream of bad luck
you are Generation Hexed!
You need exercise
always exhausted
MTV is lame
the music you like is shit
exiled from relevance
expired by 1994
you're bald and blubbery
get exterminated
get executed
Generation Hexed!
ex-wife
ex-friends
nothing you do is good
you are Generation Hexed!
ex-band members
ex-partyer
ex-athlete
a stream of bad luck
you are Generation Hexed!
You need exercise
always exhausted
MTV is lame
the music you like is shit
exiled from relevance
expired by 1994
you're bald and blubbery
get exterminated
get executed
Generation Hexed!
#aging
#parody
#philosophical
#satirical
#TruthOfLife
31 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:50am
17th Nov 2024 5:50am
Knuckles
When next you see an old couple holding hands.
Pay attention.
Look how their bent fingers are clasped as one.
They bent them together.
What is that called?
Pay attention.
Look how their bent fingers are clasped as one.
They bent them together.
What is that called?
#aging
34 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:40pm
15th Nov 2024 9:40pm
no joke...
listen...
I got a few questions
been on my mind a minute
just keep building
so I'm gonna put them out there
see where it gets me
can't they come up with some kinda fix-a-flat
who do we see about that
cuz lately...
the girls aren't feeling as elevated
looking a bit tired
deflated
I want my bounce back
these days it seems like everything sags
& if I gotta pee
don't even look sideways at me
takes that trickle down effect...
to a whole other level
it's a serious situation
when the...
I got a few questions
been on my mind a minute
just keep building
so I'm gonna put them out there
see where it gets me
can't they come up with some kinda fix-a-flat
who do we see about that
cuz lately...
the girls aren't feeling as elevated
looking a bit tired
deflated
I want my bounce back
these days it seems like everything sags
& if I gotta pee
don't even look sideways at me
takes that trickle down effect...
to a whole other level
it's a serious situation
when the...
#aging
#frustration
#funny #women
#funny #women
95 reads
10 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:21pm
13th Nov 2024 3:21pm
Psalm for My Older Love
Gaze long upon another's charm, her beauty's a fleeting flower,
For many a soul have fallen prey to her sweet seductive power.
As flames ignite from but a spark, so passion may consume,
The wise must run to folly's end, the righteous to their doom.
Why boast, O man, of flesh and bone, of dust and ashes proud?
When sin entwines like ivy's grip, it hides the soul in shroud.
In love's embrace with this woman bound, let wisdom's voice be clear,
Remember well her mortal end and hold your reverence dear.
For when her beating...
For many a soul have fallen prey to her sweet seductive power.
As flames ignite from but a spark, so passion may consume,
The wise must run to folly's end, the righteous to their doom.
Why boast, O man, of flesh and bone, of dust and ashes proud?
When sin entwines like ivy's grip, it hides the soul in shroud.
In love's embrace with this woman bound, let wisdom's voice be clear,
Remember well her mortal end and hold your reverence dear.
For when her beating...
#aging
#morality
#sex
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:44pm
11th Nov 2024 11:44pm
old couple in a restaurant
she tucked her legs under the table
and said what do you fancy
you of course he said but never mind that now
I’m just so bloody hungry
and said what do you fancy
you of course he said but never mind that now
I’m just so bloody hungry
#aging
#food
#love #marriage
#love #marriage
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
87 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 00:44am
11th Nov 2024 00:44am
look
always thought I’d die in bed
and if there’s another war
I won’t get up
to anything
except holding my pillow
and reading my book
and if there’s another war
I won’t get up
to anything
except holding my pillow
and reading my book
#aging
33 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 1:01am
5th Nov 2024 1:01am
Dark Light
There
are
some
moments
When
the
light
no
longer
shines
Death
awaits
us
all
by Jemia
are
some
moments
When
the
light
no
longer
shines
Death
awaits
us
all
by Jemia
#aging
#fate
#LifeCycle
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING
They say when you have something else, that you've never had before. DUE to the fact that there was no real commitment, and consistency of honesty and truth and trust. But yet you were willing to give it a chance, just to see how much of the words hold TRUTH. 🤨 FOR it's true what they say, knowone is sent to you by chance 💕 or accident 😞 FOR it is the cycle of life. Yet soon you will find out the truth, when we encounter someone, who doesn't have the ability to understand, the true meaning of real communications. Between a woman and man or man to woman who is going...
#aging
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
#motherhood
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Baldwin
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 3:36pm
3rd Nov 2024 3:36pm
not me
I am these days
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
by age
made distant from myself,
a shallow bodying
infirm
off balance and
unrecognizable
an alien, a startling wraith within
my mirrorings.
And rest? Sound sleep?
are things now on the brink
of memory.
#aging
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0 Comments
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