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.
FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 2:43pm
23rd Jan 2022 2:43pm
Too Much Time Under The Bridge
There are more long nights without you
There are reams of dreams unfulfilled
There are more silent moments emptied of meaning
There are too many thoughts unevenly distilled ...
There are more mispelled days than not
There are more dropped thing days than not
There are more elusive sleep days than not
There are more days that need more patience than I've got ...
Without you ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB4K0scMysc
There are reams of dreams unfulfilled
There are more silent moments emptied of meaning
There are too many thoughts unevenly distilled ...
There are more mispelled days than not
There are more dropped thing days than not
There are more elusive sleep days than not
There are more days that need more patience than I've got ...
Without you ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB4K0scMysc
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
11 reads
7 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jan 2022 10:28am
19th Jan 2022 10:28am
the song contest
The song contests
I came across an apple tree it looked like
a child’s idea of this type of tree, big red
apples and a blue sky; when I realized I do not like
big red apples have farinaceous and taste
like they were dreaming of becoming potatoes
and not picked at by bird.
I joined my wife she was watching the final
Of a song contest, the finalist were two women.
One was buxom and belted out a song with full voice
the other one sang sweetly like opening the window
and letting a songbird and sunlight in.
The ample woman won,...
I came across an apple tree it looked like
a child’s idea of this type of tree, big red
apples and a blue sky; when I realized I do not like
big red apples have farinaceous and taste
like they were dreaming of becoming potatoes
and not picked at by bird.
I joined my wife she was watching the final
Of a song contest, the finalist were two women.
One was buxom and belted out a song with full voice
the other one sang sweetly like opening the window
and letting a songbird and sunlight in.
The ample woman won,...
#teens
#motherhood
#marriage
#aging
#LookingForLove
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0 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 3:27am
16th Jan 2022 3:27am
Darkspots
when I was a young tot
she curled my bangs
and burned me hot
skin sizzling, my
emotions toward her
kept on burning
as I held up a mirror
to flames, eternally
~ ~ ~
darkspots emerging
on aging skin
marketed products
to hide the sin
casting shadows
on truths within
reminders of all
that has been
she curled my bangs
and burned me hot
skin sizzling, my
emotions toward her
kept on burning
as I held up a mirror
to flames, eternally
~ ~ ~
darkspots emerging
on aging skin
marketed products
to hide the sin
casting shadows
on truths within
reminders of all
that has been
#sister
#mirror
#memories
#aging
#SelfReflection
62 reads
9 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 1:06am
14th Jan 2022 1:06am
the last night before the last night
there is no destination
for hope.
just the wanting for a
quick and merciful
death in my
sleep,
as the stars shine above
and the moon
scratches his
head in
curious
wonder.
for hope.
just the wanting for a
quick and merciful
death in my
sleep,
as the stars shine above
and the moon
scratches his
head in
curious
wonder.
#death
#aging
60 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
7th Jan 2022 6:58am
7th Jan 2022 6:58am
Hollowed
You can come in here
when you want to,
cast shadows on the back wall,
harden off what's vulnerable,
pluck leaves from ungrown vines,
tower over what's innocent,
create hot dark matter,
and I won't mind
until the small hours
when you'll kiss my head,
and leave,
as they all would
because my throatbox is a crow,
my control more like a fever,
because, so I tell myself,
I was made to be alone.
when you want to,
cast shadows on the back wall,
harden off what's vulnerable,
pluck leaves from ungrown vines,
tower over what's innocent,
create hot dark matter,
and I won't mind
until the small hours
when you'll kiss my head,
and leave,
as they all would
because my throatbox is a crow,
my control more like a fever,
because, so I tell myself,
I was made to be alone.
#love
#loneliness
#aging
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
5th Jan 2022 10:04am
5th Jan 2022 10:04am
oranges
Oranges
Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree
among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard
when in Florida.
The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited
me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs
remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.
I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees
simply because it is the most beautiful one.
Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt
it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.
My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree...
Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree
among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard
when in Florida.
The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited
me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs
remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.
I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees
simply because it is the most beautiful one.
Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt
it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.
My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree...
#marriage
#death
#aging #dating
#aging #dating
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0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 3:16am
1st Jan 2022 3:16am
Time and the Weight of Memories
Another year gone!
Time is flying by fast!
It seems to be going by faster!
But why?
I often find myself asking this question
I know I’m not the only one
Every single year
“Time is of the essence”
Deadlines, timelines, busy agendas
Inner circadian rhythms work tirelessly
Keeping pace with the clock
Day in
Day out
And getting older
It seems to accelerate
The weight of memories gets heavier
Becoming more dense
The recollection of a first kiss
First love
Tears shed
Laughter ...
Time is flying by fast!
It seems to be going by faster!
But why?
I often find myself asking this question
I know I’m not the only one
Every single year
“Time is of the essence”
Deadlines, timelines, busy agendas
Inner circadian rhythms work tirelessly
Keeping pace with the clock
Day in
Day out
And getting older
It seems to accelerate
The weight of memories gets heavier
Becoming more dense
The recollection of a first kiss
First love
Tears shed
Laughter ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#aging
119 reads
17 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 2:38am
31st Dec 2021 2:38am
Radford Reserve
I’m obsessing over a
terrible person
I’m in Studio Center looking
for moral support
I’m at the mall buying
something that will
make me happy
I’ll always wish I didn’t
let you slip through
my greedy fingers
eclipses in the heart
epileptic shock
things talked about in
the dark
soothing words weren’t
needed now
there was something
growing somewhere
else
as I massage your
tattooed hand
you caress my cheek and
I feel nothing ...
terrible person
I’m in Studio Center looking
for moral support
I’m at the mall buying
something that will
make me happy
I’ll always wish I didn’t
let you slip through
my greedy fingers
eclipses in the heart
epileptic shock
things talked about in
the dark
soothing words weren’t
needed now
there was something
growing somewhere
else
as I massage your
tattooed hand
you caress my cheek and
I feel nothing ...
#aging
#consumerism
#greed
#pandemic
#horror
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tea_for_bee
Bella C.
Bella C.
Poem Published
30th Dec 2021 9:58am
30th Dec 2021 9:58am
And We Turn to Mulch
Exploring my insecurities
In bright oranges and yellows,
That were once mellow blues and cool greens.
My energy,
Swirling around
Like leaves on pavement in autumn,
Intertwined with a strong dream.
Opening my eyes and
Seeing only steam.
And sometimes I can hear her secrets…
She whispers softly in my ear
How she longs to scream out her red and,
Though I am open minded,
Autumn will always become winter.
And the white,
“Pure” snow that will fall
Will stifle the leaves,
Will stifle...
In bright oranges and yellows,
That were once mellow blues and cool greens.
My energy,
Swirling around
Like leaves on pavement in autumn,
Intertwined with a strong dream.
Opening my eyes and
Seeing only steam.
And sometimes I can hear her secrets…
She whispers softly in my ear
How she longs to scream out her red and,
Though I am open minded,
Autumn will always become winter.
And the white,
“Pure” snow that will fall
Will stifle the leaves,
Will stifle...
#aging
66 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
29th Dec 2021 2:11am
29th Dec 2021 2:11am
Pygmy Results
Blank page, it was a
long time coming
44 in February
late bloomer? or late to
the game?
no one working harder
than me, no one
ass and thighs, that’s all
I’ve ever known, that’s
all I’ve ever wanted and
I’ve been deprived of it
my entire life
as my workload has
increased, the words
have slowed to a
crawling drip
I don’t know what that
means for the future of
what I wanted to do, but
maybe what I wanted to
do was retarded and I
was exactly where I ...
long time coming
44 in February
late bloomer? or late to
the game?
no one working harder
than me, no one
ass and thighs, that’s all
I’ve ever known, that’s
all I’ve ever wanted and
I’ve been deprived of it
my entire life
as my workload has
increased, the words
have slowed to a
crawling drip
I don’t know what that
means for the future of
what I wanted to do, but
maybe what I wanted to
do was retarded and I
was exactly where I ...
#sex
#money
#LifeAsAWriter
#hell
#aging
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Dec 2021 1:26am
27th Dec 2021 1:26am
Lost Hermitage of Youth
Lost Hermitage of Youth
Township Baileys of melted donuts
Instead of Irish Coffee
Where we sanctify the sweetness of the air
With natural cooling for our crispness
Down the road to peak 10,443
Where the steeply forested valley
Rises with our footsteps
On our pathless ascent past log cabin ruins
Artist lady speaks homilies to Denver
Like a disciple of the western sky
My pondering meets hers
“But the culture is a fallen church,
On the riverbanks of love.” ...
Township Baileys of melted donuts
Instead of Irish Coffee
Where we sanctify the sweetness of the air
With natural cooling for our crispness
Down the road to peak 10,443
Where the steeply forested valley
Rises with our footsteps
On our pathless ascent past log cabin ruins
Artist lady speaks homilies to Denver
Like a disciple of the western sky
My pondering meets hers
“But the culture is a fallen church,
On the riverbanks of love.” ...
#teens
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual
#aging
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0 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
24th Dec 2021 1:21pm
24th Dec 2021 1:21pm
Holding Hands in the Dark
A boy took my hand at recess and I was
dizzy for the rest of that sunny day.
I crossed a threshold wondering
what thrills were beyond?
His hand was soft and plain.
Adult lives grow complex, hard, and dark.
And so, in honor of our darkness,
we meet for this unholy rendezvous
in this place without light.
Like our children,
we need the hands of another.
Hold tightly as we dance to ancient
rhythms that grew from the shared
pleasures of our species.
Hold my hand and let us share the guilt of...
dizzy for the rest of that sunny day.
I crossed a threshold wondering
what thrills were beyond?
His hand was soft and plain.
Adult lives grow complex, hard, and dark.
And so, in honor of our darkness,
we meet for this unholy rendezvous
in this place without light.
Like our children,
we need the hands of another.
Hold tightly as we dance to ancient
rhythms that grew from the shared
pleasures of our species.
Hold my hand and let us share the guilt of...
#lust
#children
#childhood
#sex
#aging
159 reads
8 Comments
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