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.
My birthday.
There is 365 days of a year . I am sure that’s correct as I have felt every one by myself . Triple interest rate rise on your mortgage when you can barely survive as it is but you know this is life . I mean what are you going to do about it suck it up and shut up . Your health takes a nose dive as stress mounts up it’s not a hill now it’s a mountain. Your cat of 14 years that makes five thousand and one hundred and ten days was your text messages every one of those days with you got this with paw prints of love . He didn’t miss a single one even though food truly was his first love . Now as...
#sadness
#mother
#family
#aging
#bittersweet
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last show (for the year)
i take
my bow,
the play
is over,
the last
of
the audience
applauds,
leaving
the theater
once
the curtain
came down,
and now
a
new play,
a new year
begins.
my bow,
the play
is over,
the last
of
the audience
applauds,
leaving
the theater
once
the curtain
came down,
and now
a
new play,
a new year
begins.
#happiness
#winter
#aging
#MovingOn
#wisdom
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A Mangled Mind
The night seized prisoners of sleep.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
#aging
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Silence Washing Upon The Shore
Silence washing upon the shore,
disharmonica è la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
disharmonica è la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
#aging
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
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The Age Crow
You forgot just when
that first shuddering truth
the day he landed on your shoulder
quietly almost gently
the cruel clamp of claw
claiming his right
brazen without fuss
Counting gray
the sideways tilt of head
bright eye mocking
poor vain attempts
to shake him off
but it will be
no
use
His beak is precise
hook fashioned from cold savagery
poised perfectly to peck out years
eager to savor the weakest morsels ...
that first shuddering truth
the day he landed on your shoulder
quietly almost gently
the cruel clamp of claw
claiming his right
brazen without fuss
Counting gray
the sideways tilt of head
bright eye mocking
poor vain attempts
to shake him off
but it will be
no
use
His beak is precise
hook fashioned from cold savagery
poised perfectly to peck out years
eager to savor the weakest morsels ...
#death
#nature
#aging
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charred
amber of bourbon
aged in charred oak barrel
her heart
aged in charred oak barrel
her heart
#women
#aging
#emotions
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travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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Bad decisions at 55
It wasn't up to you
it was up to me
turns out there was A LOT of falling
drank too much
smoked too much
really over did it on the folly
still here I am
full of ego and piss
the cracks are deeper
my bruises lie in wait
not as quick to calamity
at least that's what I tell myself
though I can still throw my lot in with the wineos
so go ahead twist that top or pull the cork
let's get on with it
Oh am I GONNA PAY FOR THIS TOMORROW!
it was up to me
turns out there was A LOT of falling
drank too much
smoked too much
really over did it on the folly
still here I am
full of ego and piss
the cracks are deeper
my bruises lie in wait
not as quick to calamity
at least that's what I tell myself
though I can still throw my lot in with the wineos
so go ahead twist that top or pull the cork
let's get on with it
Oh am I GONNA PAY FOR THIS TOMORROW!
#aging
#choices
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borrowed dress
quietly
in her room,
crossing
the floor,
waves
of thoughts
move in
her tub,
she smiles
falling backwards
into
fond memories
of things
that occurred
much younger,
and now,
well before
her next
sunrise,
she is wishing
the situation
of
her evening
in her
favorite
borrowed dress
will prove
interesting,
gossip,
stories she
will share
of him ...
in her room,
crossing
the floor,
waves
of thoughts
move in
her tub,
she smiles
falling backwards
into
fond memories
of things
that occurred
much younger,
and now,
well before
her next
sunrise,
she is wishing
the situation
of
her evening
in her
favorite
borrowed dress
will prove
interesting,
gossip,
stories she
will share
of him ...
#happiness
#relationships
#romantic
#aging
#dating
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Women of a Certain Age
A woman is never
Past her peek
Her strength lies in self-actualization
Reveling in pleasure
She is exquisite
Her uninhibitedness
The nourishment
For your arousal
Soothing your rough edges
With the smooth lines
Of her supple flesh
Allowing the prowess
Of her desires
To absolve your uncertainty
The gloriousness
Of her mastery
Surrounds you shamelessly
Surrender yourself
To the patience
Of her tutelage
And you...
Past her peek
Her strength lies in self-actualization
Reveling in pleasure
She is exquisite
Her uninhibitedness
The nourishment
For your arousal
Soothing your rough edges
With the smooth lines
Of her supple flesh
Allowing the prowess
Of her desires
To absolve your uncertainty
The gloriousness
Of her mastery
Surrounds you shamelessly
Surrender yourself
To the patience
Of her tutelage
And you...
#women
#sex
#aging #sensual
#aging #sensual
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Fox News Really Sucks
Oh yes it really does.
If my neighbor sees me coming
she shuts it off because…
she knows how much I hate it
it's such a waste of time
the elderly sitting in front of it
Fox News pollutes their minds.
They sit there all day long
I guess they have nothing else to do
watching their favorite news anchors
constantly repeating the news
every day, all day long
it irks me to no end
wasting their time on a news channel
that seems to never end.
How do they get so addicted
to watching it twenty-four hours a day ...
If my neighbor sees me coming
she shuts it off because…
she knows how much I hate it
it's such a waste of time
the elderly sitting in front of it
Fox News pollutes their minds.
They sit there all day long
I guess they have nothing else to do
watching their favorite news anchors
constantly repeating the news
every day, all day long
it irks me to no end
wasting their time on a news channel
that seems to never end.
How do they get so addicted
to watching it twenty-four hours a day ...
#frustration
#aging
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need a bigger backpack now...
I did a bit of modeling in my teens
didn't amount to much
but it helped my battered self-esteem
these days...
...beauty is something my mirror no longer sees
{at least not by me}
it's okay...I'm of an age...
but that's another story...
...not where this one is going
it's a sobering moment
to wake up one morning
...physically older
but the mind & the memories
...are as exuberant as ever
a living time capsule...as it were
leaving one perplexed
wondering how did I get here
this is a surreal reality ...
didn't amount to much
but it helped my battered self-esteem
these days...
...beauty is something my mirror no longer sees
{at least not by me}
it's okay...I'm of an age...
but that's another story...
...not where this one is going
it's a sobering moment
to wake up one morning
...physically older
but the mind & the memories
...are as exuberant as ever
a living time capsule...as it were
leaving one perplexed
wondering how did I get here
this is a surreal reality ...
#nature
#confessional
#aging
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