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
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
Time Stand Still
They say time waits for no one and it goes by fast,
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:12am
15th Sep 2019 10:12am
suicide
Suicide
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dislike
Weapons.
To take a handful of pills will not do I would
Throw up and sweat profoundly.
I wish there were an injection that made me
Disappear from the...
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dislike
Weapons.
To take a handful of pills will not do I would
Throw up and sweat profoundly.
I wish there were an injection that made me
Disappear from the...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
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2 Comments
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
SLUMBER OF THE MOON
SLUMBER OF THE MOON
Darkness, don't loose your light;
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
Darkness, don't loose your light;
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
#aging
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Taurek
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 3:58am
13th Sep 2019 3:58am
Near And Dreary
Massage my face as
I pick up another
Five shares in this
New weed stock
I might pick up
Another 10,000
In five years
They all hit the
Lottery, the lucky
Ones
Then they say
We all can do it
I’m too old now to
Succumb to these
Lies
But I’m still too young to
Be completely
Disillusioned
A job well
Done is all
That matters
And if you can’t
Do that, you’re
Just a
Hack
I pick up another
Five shares in this
New weed stock
I might pick up
Another 10,000
In five years
They all hit the
Lottery, the lucky
Ones
Then they say
We all can do it
I’m too old now to
Succumb to these
Lies
But I’m still too young to
Be completely
Disillusioned
A job well
Done is all
That matters
And if you can’t
Do that, you’re
Just a
Hack
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
#PopCulture
#disappointment
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 3:54pm
11th Sep 2019 3:54pm
Aged ...to perfection...
Aged ...to perfection…
like fine vintage wine…
most of us
only get
better... with
the passage...of time.
like fine vintage wine…
most of us
only get
better... with
the passage...of time.
#LifeCycle
#aging
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9 Comments
wizkatfood
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
Hug ~
A hug.
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
#love
#loneliness
#childhood
#dreams
#aging
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1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 6:04am
10th Sep 2019 6:04am
Meter Maid
Passing out at
9pm, man, I really
am a tired old
man
clueless influencer and
the tools at your
disposal
gloomy Tuesday,
the prices are
unreal
pickled brains make
the best
poets
the man steadily
gallivants into the
abyss
Ritalin mornings and
Fentanyl nights
I’m looking at
Turrets and trying
To decide
This is something
Else taking
Control of
Me
And since you have
No imagination what’s
So...
9pm, man, I really
am a tired old
man
clueless influencer and
the tools at your
disposal
gloomy Tuesday,
the prices are
unreal
pickled brains make
the best
poets
the man steadily
gallivants into the
abyss
Ritalin mornings and
Fentanyl nights
I’m looking at
Turrets and trying
To decide
This is something
Else taking
Control of
Me
And since you have
No imagination what’s
So...
#sadness
#power
#drugs
#aging
#nightmares
31 reads
2 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 3:37pm
9th Sep 2019 3:37pm
Dust
all the tender flesh what my mama loved
done gone
all that blonde curl and sweet, pink cheek,
all that good, bouncing boy who smiles and pleases
from blurred Christmas Polaroids
and reaches out with ghostly fingers
to caress scars he don't yet know
but this bone and grizzle
is lovely in its odd way
these perfect minds, fragile,
limited,
and this good blood,
and these, our tired, grey selves
pressed soul to soul
our minutes, steeped in memory,
slip ever quicker
into the warm, spangled dark that is...
done gone
all that blonde curl and sweet, pink cheek,
all that good, bouncing boy who smiles and pleases
from blurred Christmas Polaroids
and reaches out with ghostly fingers
to caress scars he don't yet know
but this bone and grizzle
is lovely in its odd way
these perfect minds, fragile,
limited,
and this good blood,
and these, our tired, grey selves
pressed soul to soul
our minutes, steeped in memory,
slip ever quicker
into the warm, spangled dark that is...
#death
#memories
#aging
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6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 4:04am
9th Sep 2019 4:04am
The same
( after Rupi Kaur )
in my life as I grew less young
the joy in the anticipation
of breaking out on my own
was always good, as life was
to run like the wind as the wind
and be welcomed by Gran’ma
her gentle soul knew my restless spirit
and we often shared words
how much the same we’d grown
as closer I’d become and knew
I’d never have what she’d had
and she was winsome in her loss
how beautiful she was that way
the tears fell bitter on our
tongues
in my life as I grew less young
the joy in the anticipation
of breaking out on my own
was always good, as life was
to run like the wind as the wind
and be welcomed by Gran’ma
her gentle soul knew my restless spirit
and we often shared words
how much the same we’d grown
as closer I’d become and knew
I’d never have what she’d had
and she was winsome in her loss
how beautiful she was that way
the tears fell bitter on our
tongues
#family
#memories
#aging
#nonfiction
#RupiKaur
77 reads
8 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 4:07am
8th Sep 2019 4:07am
Own Worst Enemy
I spend
10 minutes in the shower,
5 minutes getting dressed,
5 minutes applying makeup,
15 minutes drying/straightening
and styling my hair.
I don't like how the outfit I chose looks,
I spend another 2 minutes looking through my closet for something that doesn't show the extra 15 lbs I gained over the last few years.
Damn it, nothing fits.
I hate my body.
4 minutes per new outfit,
2 minutes criticizing each in the mirror.
Fucking camel toe.
I look like a moron.
My tits look too slutty,
Why did I have to gain...
10 minutes in the shower,
5 minutes getting dressed,
5 minutes applying makeup,
15 minutes drying/straightening
and styling my hair.
I don't like how the outfit I chose looks,
I spend another 2 minutes looking through my closet for something that doesn't show the extra 15 lbs I gained over the last few years.
Damn it, nothing fits.
I hate my body.
4 minutes per new outfit,
2 minutes criticizing each in the mirror.
Fucking camel toe.
I look like a moron.
My tits look too slutty,
Why did I have to gain...
#anxiety
#identity
#myself
#aging
#emotional
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 2:11am
5th Sep 2019 2:11am
reminiscences ..
face it, neither of us looks
as good as we did forty years ago
I couldn't have imagined being quite this old
bloke in the pub said ..
as good as we did forty years ago
I couldn't have imagined being quite this old
bloke in the pub said ..
#aging
45 reads
5 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 8:05pm
3rd Sep 2019 8:05pm
Flowered Panties
#porn
#aging
241 reads
9 Comments
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