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.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:27am
30th Mar 2025 2:27am
A Waitress Named Raisin
My sister works in public health
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
#aging
#funny
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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rksingh
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 7:58am
23rd Mar 2025 7:58am
CULTURE
Together
exploring meaning
of staying
together 43 years --
a poet's madness:
in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up:
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathing her touch
Saturday lunch
at Bhuddha's bar --
my second beer bottle
they deprive in Bihar
transgressing old culture
myriad lines
in the hollow of my palms
joined in prayer
prepossessing humor
cynically exchanged
in the bright sun
my dark shadow
parts company
under the banyan ...
exploring meaning
of staying
together 43 years --
a poet's madness:
in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up:
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathing her touch
Saturday lunch
at Bhuddha's bar --
my second beer bottle
they deprive in Bihar
transgressing old culture
myriad lines
in the hollow of my palms
joined in prayer
prepossessing humor
cynically exchanged
in the bright sun
my dark shadow
parts company
under the banyan ...
#aging
#LookingForLove
#marriage #passion
#marriage #passion
55 reads
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
No Country for Old Superman (Posted 8/21/2020)
there'll come a time
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
#aging
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
The Hood
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
#aging
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
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flowergirl
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
Hours, Minutes, Seconds
here I am at 3 something in the morning
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
#aging
#death
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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5 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
Why is Art?
I sometimes think
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
#aging
#art
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
94 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
Eternal Night
In grace, they bloomed, life's tender breasts,
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
#aging
#death
200 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
in her nineties, she doesn’t think it will happen again
mum was a child in the
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
#aging
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Baldwin
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
Decayimg
I never until recent days believed
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
#aging
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