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.
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:15pm
Yesterday 5:15pm
The Magic Cottage
Lodged between the humps,
Camel carried not spilling a drop
I gulped and gasped for freshness,
searching for lay lines with blind rabbits.
The candles have been stealing light
with knowledge of how short a life can be
when wrinkles pool before they run.
Imagine then on sun-baked stone
climbing high inside the rose,
thatched for a welcome nest,
wattle daubs warmth
south facing over its step.
In this place there is light enough
for all creatures to turn their faces.
In this place there is enough.
Camel carried not spilling a drop
I gulped and gasped for freshness,
searching for lay lines with blind rabbits.
The candles have been stealing light
with knowledge of how short a life can be
when wrinkles pool before they run.
Imagine then on sun-baked stone
climbing high inside the rose,
thatched for a welcome nest,
wattle daubs warmth
south facing over its step.
In this place there is light enough
for all creatures to turn their faces.
In this place there is enough.
#home
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 5:42pm
18th Nov 2019 5:42pm
Missing
It was a strange sensation,
lying upside-down on a grass bank,
looking at the sun to see flying saucers.
I remember a tear as they took you,
your face a back seat white spot.
I've watched the skies for your return,
my body has been snatched
but it still thinks and talks the same,
my skin, now thin is easily peeled,
it would reveal a younger man than me.
Did you ever try to escape
or settle in some place with me erased,
an artist amongst the zebra
with too much water on your brush.
You will recognise me ...
lying upside-down on a grass bank,
looking at the sun to see flying saucers.
I remember a tear as they took you,
your face a back seat white spot.
I've watched the skies for your return,
my body has been snatched
but it still thinks and talks the same,
my skin, now thin is easily peeled,
it would reveal a younger man than me.
Did you ever try to escape
or settle in some place with me erased,
an artist amongst the zebra
with too much water on your brush.
You will recognise me ...
#childhood
#friendship
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
17th Nov 2019 1:38am
17th Nov 2019 1:38am
No way to treat royalty
It used to move sugar and cotton,
hoofed tensioned tow ropes
now decorate canal moorings,
tarmac creeps black through its veins.
Nature’s graveyard is quiet today,
children amble ahead, splat bricks
in stinking beds, conversations dead
free to be but no place or purpose.
A shopping trolley for the lock keeper,
army ant perch strangle the reeds,
I know the colour of drowning water,
mixed with a tear in my anglers hand.
Majestic pike strikes the surface,
his gills can't fill in stagnant pools,
a broken...
hoofed tensioned tow ropes
now decorate canal moorings,
tarmac creeps black through its veins.
Nature’s graveyard is quiet today,
children amble ahead, splat bricks
in stinking beds, conversations dead
free to be but no place or purpose.
A shopping trolley for the lock keeper,
army ant perch strangle the reeds,
I know the colour of drowning water,
mixed with a tear in my anglers hand.
Majestic pike strikes the surface,
his gills can't fill in stagnant pools,
a broken...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 10:39am
16th Nov 2019 10:39am
Sleeping in fields
The Cider threw me off my feet,
steeped before an apple sleep,
watching bats cross coastal downs,
head first goes the hedgerow clown.
The day had yawned and let me be,
crusty eyes blink morning trees,
filtered fresh behind olive blinds,
a straw hat halo that fades with time.
Pulling corn stalks I make my stand
and take a scarecrow's offered hand.
The ground turns hard with little trace
of summer ways in a winter place.
As snow takes hold blown into drifts
I see a shape as day light shifts.
A body curled...
steeped before an apple sleep,
watching bats cross coastal downs,
head first goes the hedgerow clown.
The day had yawned and let me be,
crusty eyes blink morning trees,
filtered fresh behind olive blinds,
a straw hat halo that fades with time.
Pulling corn stalks I make my stand
and take a scarecrow's offered hand.
The ground turns hard with little trace
of summer ways in a winter place.
As snow takes hold blown into drifts
I see a shape as day light shifts.
A body curled...
#aging
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10 Comments
rabbitquest
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 7:30pm
13th Nov 2019 7:30pm
300 to 125
So I got this bad infection in my big toe,
it happens with diabetics
their blood is sweet, and
bacteria love it.
Plus the flesh is weak,
and when you walk on your toe,
the weak flesh just crumbles.
That is all well and good
so my purple toe had a couple of options,
go the emergency room and have it amputated,
or stay home and get rid of my high blood shuga.
Well I didn't know what my readings were so it
had been some year or so since I actually poked my
finger and I couldn't find my meter, so I...
it happens with diabetics
their blood is sweet, and
bacteria love it.
Plus the flesh is weak,
and when you walk on your toe,
the weak flesh just crumbles.
That is all well and good
so my purple toe had a couple of options,
go the emergency room and have it amputated,
or stay home and get rid of my high blood shuga.
Well I didn't know what my readings were so it
had been some year or so since I actually poked my
finger and I couldn't find my meter, so I...
#aging
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 7:07am
3rd Nov 2019 7:07am
Times Change
Getting used to the long nights
Anything it takes to make paper
Willing to run any distance
Dodging the snakes across acres
Come out the trees, reached clearing
Used to be blinded by the vapour
No longer a slave to the caper
Narrowly missed the court hearings
Flipped packs to pick pack
Did that for quick cash
Kids slashed to get bags
Wrist gash, was slit bad
Now I’m on to new shit
Plowing on this journey with the music
Warehouse work, how I’m gonna do this
Tower up the queen heads
Big...
Anything it takes to make paper
Willing to run any distance
Dodging the snakes across acres
Come out the trees, reached clearing
Used to be blinded by the vapour
No longer a slave to the caper
Narrowly missed the court hearings
Flipped packs to pick pack
Did that for quick cash
Kids slashed to get bags
Wrist gash, was slit bad
Now I’m on to new shit
Plowing on this journey with the music
Warehouse work, how I’m gonna do this
Tower up the queen heads
Big...
#motivational
#music
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfReflection
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 7:27pm
2nd Nov 2019 7:27pm
Jack in a box
The sherry glass squeaked
inside the tea towel
as Jack finished off
the last of his supper dishes.
He switched off the kitchen light,
settled down for the nightly news.
His fingers waggled,
roughly licked by a friendly tongue.
His eyes closed behind strong readers,
the completed crossword
slid over his belly onto the floor.
Unaware of the pair arguing outside.
You do it.
Get stuffed it was your idea.
Do it you wimp.
No it was your idea, you do it.
Ha, I always knew you had no balls,
wait...
inside the tea towel
as Jack finished off
the last of his supper dishes.
He switched off the kitchen light,
settled down for the nightly news.
His fingers waggled,
roughly licked by a friendly tongue.
His eyes closed behind strong readers,
the completed crossword
slid over his belly onto the floor.
Unaware of the pair arguing outside.
You do it.
Get stuffed it was your idea.
Do it you wimp.
No it was your idea, you do it.
Ha, I always knew you had no balls,
wait...
#teens
#fire
#aging
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2 Comments
liana_j_wood
Liana Wood
Liana Wood
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 6:50pm
2nd Nov 2019 6:50pm
I am theirs and they are mine
I Am Theirs, And They Are Mine
My heart ached and I felt less than good enough,
They assured me I would conquer the world.
I was angry and bitter,
They wiped away my tears.
I blamed them for my misfortune,
And they took it.
They carried my baggage for years,
And loved me right through it.
All of my accomplishments,
They were there.
They taught me strength.
When i look in their eyes,
I see only love.
They picked me up when i felt defeated.
They loved me for me,
When I couldn’t love myself.
I...
My heart ached and I felt less than good enough,
They assured me I would conquer the world.
I was angry and bitter,
They wiped away my tears.
I blamed them for my misfortune,
And they took it.
They carried my baggage for years,
And loved me right through it.
All of my accomplishments,
They were there.
They taught me strength.
When i look in their eyes,
I see only love.
They picked me up when i felt defeated.
They loved me for me,
When I couldn’t love myself.
I...
#teens
#family
#friendship
#memories
#aging
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2 Comments
TonyO
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 6:13pm
1st Nov 2019 6:13pm
The Sleeper
The fire remains unquenchable
But the flames now burn dull…
A life, in recess
A life not yet full.
For it was the times sought after and spent
That made one, such as I an implement...
Of glory and power, the one of all hours
And now of sleeping descent.
Wake up! WAKE UP!! Rise again!
But the flames now burn dull…
A life, in recess
A life not yet full.
For it was the times sought after and spent
That made one, such as I an implement...
Of glory and power, the one of all hours
And now of sleeping descent.
Wake up! WAKE UP!! Rise again!
#strength
#fate
#misunderstood
#aging
#temptation
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2ndrook
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 4:15am
1st Nov 2019 4:15am
Tempo of A Dawn
Awoke in a bed of no lover.
There’s a silence that’s absence of prayer.
And the claws of your cloying demon.
It’s a smoke of efficient despair.
So slow, it’s encryption of hours.
When you’ll learn the deceit of desist.
Please know I could teach you forever.
But there’s nothing abreast of exist.
Pulled clothing with all of my quiet.
I felt I was dressing a wire.
It’s true, I can be a good Someday.
I’m nothing if not a good liar.
Sing out if you fear they could hear you.
I guess I’ve no...
There’s a silence that’s absence of prayer.
And the claws of your cloying demon.
It’s a smoke of efficient despair.
So slow, it’s encryption of hours.
When you’ll learn the deceit of desist.
Please know I could teach you forever.
But there’s nothing abreast of exist.
Pulled clothing with all of my quiet.
I felt I was dressing a wire.
It’s true, I can be a good Someday.
I’m nothing if not a good liar.
Sing out if you fear they could hear you.
I guess I’ve no...
#morning
#aging
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#temptation
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4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 6:44pm
31st Oct 2019 6:44pm
Double Tap Me With A 9MM
If I make to my 80s
just shoot me.
Old folks are neglected
left behind, no one has time
except to ask for money.
just shoot me.
Old folks are neglected
left behind, no one has time
except to ask for money.
#death
#money
#aging
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5 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 6:17pm
31st Oct 2019 6:17pm
Between the first date and now.
Haven't you heard?
There's a howl
on her breath
and she's catching it, swallowing and keeping it,
doesn't want you to see it,
eating chips with a knife and fork,
saying no to pudding,
painting her nails - taking it off before it looks chipped,
buying decent clothes as a priority.
You don't know
the first pet she had,
what makes her cry,
who her favourite family member is
but yet you know the shape of her areolas,
know the weight you want her, which part you want of her, which place you'd make space in her.
...
There's a howl
on her breath
and she's catching it, swallowing and keeping it,
doesn't want you to see it,
eating chips with a knife and fork,
saying no to pudding,
painting her nails - taking it off before it looks chipped,
buying decent clothes as a priority.
You don't know
the first pet she had,
what makes her cry,
who her favourite family member is
but yet you know the shape of her areolas,
know the weight you want her, which part you want of her, which place you'd make space in her.
...
#relationships
#aging
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