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.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:43pm
Yesterday 5:43pm
All Aboard ~ Surrender City Express
Feather pillow, Lay down (one's) head.
Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
2020dankozakpoom+badFotoXXXXXXXX
#death
#illness
#aging
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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2 Comments
God-Is-In-The-Rain
Poem Published
6th Aug 2020 2:42pm
6th Aug 2020 2:42pm
Cherry
Young and healthy sapling
crimson lips and hair
just the eyes are green
with stars lost in there
laughter that beats silence
a smile that heals pain
cutie full of jokes
while standing in the rain.
Tell me my dear Cherry
should the winter cry
once you lose your bosoms -
and yous leaves run dry.
Sun will wash all over
wrinkles on your face
and all you will be left with
is for your mind to keep pace.
Will you even manage
to hold a simple thought?
Inside withered shell that -
only...
crimson lips and hair
just the eyes are green
with stars lost in there
laughter that beats silence
a smile that heals pain
cutie full of jokes
while standing in the rain.
Tell me my dear Cherry
should the winter cry
once you lose your bosoms -
and yous leaves run dry.
Sun will wash all over
wrinkles on your face
and all you will be left with
is for your mind to keep pace.
Will you even manage
to hold a simple thought?
Inside withered shell that -
only...
#aging
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 9:47pm
4th Aug 2020 9:47pm
Beginning To End (Calendar)
Passing quick and constantly
like unrehearsed scenes,
fill me with your own sweet time,
I can see you hiding behind
hopes and dreams, failures and
disappointments, crossing time
for new beginnings and farewell
speeches,
diversified and haunted,
unfiltered, random and sympathetic
but unapologetic,
prized and squandered,
each happiness, each tear falls on you,
celebrations and isolation
accepting time allows for the mind
to understand, accept and adapt.
like unrehearsed scenes,
fill me with your own sweet time,
I can see you hiding behind
hopes and dreams, failures and
disappointments, crossing time
for new beginnings and farewell
speeches,
diversified and haunted,
unfiltered, random and sympathetic
but unapologetic,
prized and squandered,
each happiness, each tear falls on you,
celebrations and isolation
accepting time allows for the mind
to understand, accept and adapt.
#happiness
#hope
#fate
#aging
#gratitude
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9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 5:39pm
4th Aug 2020 5:39pm
Home
I've been waiting
on rain,
blubbering out from Gods
who play bad chess, smoked Fortuna
and listen to jazz. I
rinse my rings of time,
passed down from wombs above mine,
in red jelly and white curd
bind them to my flesh
as cob on earth. You
string your bow with pulsing veins of me,
veins of days of dusk
and salted breeze. If we
chased our tails toward the 'Stowe
you'd stow away in my bones and I,
my throat would echo in your brain.
That said -
I've been waiting
on rain
to ease the bones.
on rain,
blubbering out from Gods
who play bad chess, smoked Fortuna
and listen to jazz. I
rinse my rings of time,
passed down from wombs above mine,
in red jelly and white curd
bind them to my flesh
as cob on earth. You
string your bow with pulsing veins of me,
veins of days of dusk
and salted breeze. If we
chased our tails toward the 'Stowe
you'd stow away in my bones and I,
my throat would echo in your brain.
That said -
I've been waiting
on rain
to ease the bones.
#home
#aging
#historical
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 7:29am
4th Aug 2020 7:29am
Room and Board
The room the room the room-
solitary empire of fearing abandonment,
quarantine of wasted soul.
hiding from COVID creeping to new
highs of human folly.
the room, insomnia's stateroom
on a ship taking on water's drowning
force, an ocean swallowing too many,
to few, to suffer death where no one
breathes again (a fascination all it's own).
The room. it's a kindly lonesome refuge with
no recourse, no recourse, no recourse,
( a Scant comfort). The room. The first last
place one is bound un'to the new
remoteness,...
solitary empire of fearing abandonment,
quarantine of wasted soul.
hiding from COVID creeping to new
highs of human folly.
the room, insomnia's stateroom
on a ship taking on water's drowning
force, an ocean swallowing too many,
to few, to suffer death where no one
breathes again (a fascination all it's own).
The room. it's a kindly lonesome refuge with
no recourse, no recourse, no recourse,
( a Scant comfort). The room. The first last
place one is bound un'to the new
remoteness,...
#heartbroken
#death
#aging
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4 Comments
raymp1
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 00:05am
4th Aug 2020 00:05am
How the old man wants to die
Comfortably.
Painlessly.
Quietly.
Sleeping.
Without:
A bang,
A broken heart,
A whimper,
Caring,
Cheating,
Enemies,
Frenemies,
Friends,
Fuss,
Guilt,
Joy,
Knowing,
Leaving a mark,
Notice,
Pity,
Rancor,
Regret,
Sorrow,
Worry,
As he lived.
Painlessly.
Quietly.
Sleeping.
Without:
A bang,
A broken heart,
A whimper,
Caring,
Cheating,
Enemies,
Frenemies,
Friends,
Fuss,
Guilt,
Joy,
Knowing,
Leaving a mark,
Notice,
Pity,
Rancor,
Regret,
Sorrow,
Worry,
As he lived.
#death
#aging
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zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Marcus cooke
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 6:17pm
2nd Aug 2020 6:17pm
This Morning Mirror Obscured
The mirror stands obscured...
...I hate it.
"Good morning, good morning
Prepare for a day of bad news and shit coffee"
The daydreamer awakens
Delreium is a drunken fool.
Cast back this facade
And look inward,
The face strikes a pose
Its flesh appears old
And withered.
This Morning mirror stands obscured ...
...I hate it!
I'm getting younger everyday!
...I hate it.
"Good morning, good morning
Prepare for a day of bad news and shit coffee"
The daydreamer awakens
Delreium is a drunken fool.
Cast back this facade
And look inward,
The face strikes a pose
Its flesh appears old
And withered.
This Morning mirror stands obscured ...
...I hate it!
I'm getting younger everyday!
#anxiety
#dreams
#morning
#sleep
#aging
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
1st Aug 2020 1:09am
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest asset (or...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest asset (or...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
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10 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 11:22pm
30th Jul 2020 11:22pm
Destinations
As I have come
to understand,
the Spring wants
to covets me,
wanting to cover
my shadows,
wanting to take
my last waiting
breath.
Let me hold on
to that last
breath
if given my choice,
let me be buried
in the fall
or Winter.
Let the bright
leaves mark me,
or let Winter
herself cover me
with her crystal
tears, placing
me away from
view, but not
memories.
to understand,
the Spring wants
to covets me,
wanting to cover
my shadows,
wanting to take
my last waiting
breath.
Let me hold on
to that last
breath
if given my choice,
let me be buried
in the fall
or Winter.
Let the bright
leaves mark me,
or let Winter
herself cover me
with her crystal
tears, placing
me away from
view, but not
memories.
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #emotions
#aging #emotions
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16 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 6:06pm
29th Jul 2020 6:06pm
Aging
I have come into my length of years
where it grows clear
that Life, once the awesome giver of
good and joyous things,
now seems bent, implacably
on taking them away.
where it grows clear
that Life, once the awesome giver of
good and joyous things,
now seems bent, implacably
on taking them away.
#aging
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 5:33am
29th Jul 2020 5:33am
Loneliness
Emotions fought their way through
her sensible and vulnerable
defenses, value and common sense
losing the war that rages within her,
each time loneliness attacks her
defending blockade.
Her painted on smile and makeup
hid long waited secrets, concealed
by crafted hands and years of
experience, placing indifference aside,
she accepts company in the shadow
of a overlooking neon smile, possibly
finding her next unsuspecting, willing
victim.
Each, consuming another round, each
gratified for the intoxicating...
her sensible and vulnerable
defenses, value and common sense
losing the war that rages within her,
each time loneliness attacks her
defending blockade.
Her painted on smile and makeup
hid long waited secrets, concealed
by crafted hands and years of
experience, placing indifference aside,
she accepts company in the shadow
of a overlooking neon smile, possibly
finding her next unsuspecting, willing
victim.
Each, consuming another round, each
gratified for the intoxicating...
#sex
#aging
#gratitude
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13 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 4:47pm
28th Jul 2020 4:47pm
Forgotten
Metaphorically speaking,
This dusty faucet is leaking;
My nails have all rusted,
And the floorboards are creaking.
My pages are worn,
And there's a hole in the wall
Next to an old rocking chair
That rests in the hall.
In the seat of the chair,
Sits a velveteen bear;
His buttons are missing,
And he's losing his hair.
With a corduroy vest,
Sewn onto his chest,
And the faded blue jeans
In which he was dressed.
He's tattered and torn,
All alone and begotten.
In the home he was born, ...
This dusty faucet is leaking;
My nails have all rusted,
And the floorboards are creaking.
My pages are worn,
And there's a hole in the wall
Next to an old rocking chair
That rests in the hall.
In the seat of the chair,
Sits a velveteen bear;
His buttons are missing,
And he's losing his hair.
With a corduroy vest,
Sewn onto his chest,
And the faded blue jeans
In which he was dressed.
He's tattered and torn,
All alone and begotten.
In the home he was born, ...
#loneliness
#rejection
#death
#memories
#aging
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