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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:38pm
29th Jun 2022 7:38pm
30 Years
Every once in a while I wake up in a panic
“I haven’t finished my English paper and it’s due today!”
“I didn’t tape my drumsticks and it’s competition day!”
Only to realize damn! it’s been three decades
From that small dread comes a sigh of relief
I’m forty-eight years old
With more and more aches in my bones
But also with some nostalgia
The time seems to have gone by so fast
I look at the old year-book and wonder
What happened him?
Or her?
Rest peace here
I wonder what transpired there
After graduation this...
“I haven’t finished my English paper and it’s due today!”
“I didn’t tape my drumsticks and it’s competition day!”
Only to realize damn! it’s been three decades
From that small dread comes a sigh of relief
I’m forty-eight years old
With more and more aches in my bones
But also with some nostalgia
The time seems to have gone by so fast
I look at the old year-book and wonder
What happened him?
Or her?
Rest peace here
I wonder what transpired there
After graduation this...
#friendship
#memories
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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allyfaye
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:17am
29th Jun 2022 7:17am
Fraught
there is little purpose
if we want the body to die.
punishment is a harsh light.
fantastic methods have
taught me to relive
every bad memory,
dream every dream
like the will of god.
If your life is driven
by like a car,
don't just forget
your seat belt,
stop,
look in the rear view
mirror,
remember to crack
a window so you don't
suffocate;
don't you want to live
on the hot pavement?
the directive is clear:
it's all you have left.
the small cabin of
single...
if we want the body to die.
punishment is a harsh light.
fantastic methods have
taught me to relive
every bad memory,
dream every dream
like the will of god.
If your life is driven
by like a car,
don't just forget
your seat belt,
stop,
look in the rear view
mirror,
remember to crack
a window so you don't
suffocate;
don't you want to live
on the hot pavement?
the directive is clear:
it's all you have left.
the small cabin of
single...
#aging
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gardenlover
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 11:36am
27th Jun 2022 11:36am
Pandemic Blues
The pandemic lockdown was a time
A strangers bed you could not climb
You must keep two metres apart
How on earth can sex start
Abstinence was necessary
Fear of illness so scary
Vaccination was long coming
Having sex I was shunning
They say if you don't use it
You will soon loose it
Resuming sex after a year and a half
Will my performance be cry or laugh?
I was in luck, in spite of my age
My genitals remembered how to engage.
My performance was no worse
Than before this viral curse,
I am...
A strangers bed you could not climb
You must keep two metres apart
How on earth can sex start
Abstinence was necessary
Fear of illness so scary
Vaccination was long coming
Having sex I was shunning
They say if you don't use it
You will soon loose it
Resuming sex after a year and a half
Will my performance be cry or laugh?
I was in luck, in spite of my age
My genitals remembered how to engage.
My performance was no worse
Than before this viral curse,
I am...
#happiness
#illness
#aging
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 12:38pm
26th Jun 2022 12:38pm
Like melted dark chocolate and lips of rose
(¡)
One glance
time falls away
our youth swirls memories
between us
lush flashbacks
take us there
when all we knew
burned the midnight sun.
(¡¡)
His charisma
aged like fine wine
weakening resolve
{low cleansing breaths
stealthily sucked-in}
piercing sable eyes,
were velvet warmth always burned
a melted dark chocolate gaze
unrepentantly pours over
purposely pausing
on my lips ...
One glance
time falls away
our youth swirls memories
between us
lush flashbacks
take us there
when all we knew
burned the midnight sun.
(¡¡)
His charisma
aged like fine wine
weakening resolve
{low cleansing breaths
stealthily sucked-in}
piercing sable eyes,
were velvet warmth always burned
a melted dark chocolate gaze
unrepentantly pours over
purposely pausing
on my lips ...
#lover
#memories
#aging
#redemption
#FirstLove
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 4:28am
25th Jun 2022 4:28am
To fade away
To fade away
I choose not
Where is grace and dignity
When man becomes brittle
Creaking and moaning
With every move
Mind shot
No memory of the past
No hope for the future
Except the gleaming brillance
Of drawing his last breath
Strangers surround
A suffocating room
Yet dependent
On their every move
Death is a welcome dinner guest
That never seems to attend
And this so called life
Overstays its welcome
This life was over long ago
A ghostly spectre now roams ...
I choose not
Where is grace and dignity
When man becomes brittle
Creaking and moaning
With every move
Mind shot
No memory of the past
No hope for the future
Except the gleaming brillance
Of drawing his last breath
Strangers surround
A suffocating room
Yet dependent
On their every move
Death is a welcome dinner guest
That never seems to attend
And this so called life
Overstays its welcome
This life was over long ago
A ghostly spectre now roams ...
#sadness
#courage
#dark
#death
#aging
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 1:04pm
21st Jun 2022 1:04pm
a dream journey
A dream Journey
A leaf floats down the river
it had never made a decision
“what’s up doc?”
Back to the past?
No, we have been there.
We are going to the future.
From afar, the leaf
Hear a woman sing
“Let me call you darling.”
(Vera Lynn)
What an idiot I have been!
What’s left is the ocean.
A leaf floats down the river
it had never made a decision
“what’s up doc?”
Back to the past?
No, we have been there.
We are going to the future.
From afar, the leaf
Hear a woman sing
“Let me call you darling.”
(Vera Lynn)
What an idiot I have been!
What’s left is the ocean.
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
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zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Marcus cooke
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 10:51am
21st Jun 2022 10:51am
Urgency!
Urgency..
Unable feel
Red lava sweat
A Lost Cog in a wheel.
Urgency..
..I read this In books!
You learned this
From love island,
I'm attracted to brains
While your attracted to looks.
The big bulging biceps
The crap drawn on tats
Traced by redundant
Graffiti artists
And nocturnal
Thieving twats!
Urgency...
Consumed by Poison
Numb to the touch
Like a slab of dead cheese
No blood here to rush.
We were born the same
Two humans in flux
I sold out...
Unable feel
Red lava sweat
A Lost Cog in a wheel.
Urgency..
..I read this In books!
You learned this
From love island,
I'm attracted to brains
While your attracted to looks.
The big bulging biceps
The crap drawn on tats
Traced by redundant
Graffiti artists
And nocturnal
Thieving twats!
Urgency...
Consumed by Poison
Numb to the touch
Like a slab of dead cheese
No blood here to rush.
We were born the same
Two humans in flux
I sold out...
#love
#teens
#LifeCycle
#aging
#dating
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 7:24am
17th Jun 2022 7:24am
Aghast,
Like fresh graves in a landslide
We will all be swept away;
No where to run; no where to hide
In cosmology's entropic day.
And what a ghastly thing it is
To see the sparkle in a human face
As another ghost to fail the quiz
Of human purpose in this tragic place
Which Heraclitus said was strife,
All those ages long ago,
Betwixt the reaper...and midwife,
In biochemical adagio...
For an all too brief attention span,
Optimistically...the mind of man.
We will all be swept away;
No where to run; no where to hide
In cosmology's entropic day.
And what a ghastly thing it is
To see the sparkle in a human face
As another ghost to fail the quiz
Of human purpose in this tragic place
Which Heraclitus said was strife,
All those ages long ago,
Betwixt the reaper...and midwife,
In biochemical adagio...
For an all too brief attention span,
Optimistically...the mind of man.
#death
#universe
#fate #aging
#fate #aging
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Alviola
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 7:18am
9th Jun 2022 7:18am
There is a Meander in My Walk
They say there is a meander in my walk,
that I am frequently behindhand now,
but I wake on the side of early really,
by a shade before the birds go off,
I lie awake while mugs wait to be made,
even when the day tut-tuts, throws
a beam at my face through louvres,
I creak only to bright and ready.
I could never dog-ear a page
to mark where I had to stop reading,
for when I was thin and needful,
money would balk going to books.
but now I do, as in a slow dinner,
fingers...
that I am frequently behindhand now,
but I wake on the side of early really,
by a shade before the birds go off,
I lie awake while mugs wait to be made,
even when the day tut-tuts, throws
a beam at my face through louvres,
I creak only to bright and ready.
I could never dog-ear a page
to mark where I had to stop reading,
for when I was thin and needful,
money would balk going to books.
but now I do, as in a slow dinner,
fingers...
#happiness
#aging
#poverty #wisdom
#poverty #wisdom
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 2:04pm
8th Jun 2022 2:04pm
Granddad's Lover
When he stored it away, do you think granddad ever
thought a future grandson would get a hard-on
while looking at this photo of his lover?
They’re both dead and gone, but
her eyes smile across the years.
I hope he doesn’t mind me
making love to her
in my imagination.
thought a future grandson would get a hard-on
while looking at this photo of his lover?
They’re both dead and gone, but
her eyes smile across the years.
I hope he doesn’t mind me
making love to her
in my imagination.
#sex
#aging
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
Cotton Fields
#sex
#aging
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Jun 2022 5:51am
6th Jun 2022 5:51am
Take # 48
This is take number 48
So place another candle on the cake
I'll hurry because the flames might set the set on fire
For heaven sake don’t make ‘em wait
The time is passing at a faster rate
With a quick blow I’ll wish for that which I desire
And that’s to balance my Gemini
Because he and I don’t look eye to eye
It’s a reflection in the mirror with a peculiar trait
The weight of the years are amplified
As time flies by it leaves me wide eyed
Something is tearing from me making an escape
I know that I’m not losing...
So place another candle on the cake
I'll hurry because the flames might set the set on fire
For heaven sake don’t make ‘em wait
The time is passing at a faster rate
With a quick blow I’ll wish for that which I desire
And that’s to balance my Gemini
Because he and I don’t look eye to eye
It’s a reflection in the mirror with a peculiar trait
The weight of the years are amplified
As time flies by it leaves me wide eyed
Something is tearing from me making an escape
I know that I’m not losing...
#memories
#aging
#SelfReflection #meditation
#SelfReflection #meditation
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