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.
CArpeNoctem_
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 7:44am
21st Jan 2020 7:44am
Wilted rose
Like a rose, fragrance and color fade, in the sad morning shade, when the sun passes.
Dew drops on your leaves.
Sad revelation of your reduced resilience, to shine in morning sun rays.
Leaves hang due to the pressure of the drops, an unsuccessful attempt to shine, like you did in the past. Makes one realize time has passed.
Yet as wise as a withered rose.
Dew drops on your leaves.
Sad revelation of your reduced resilience, to shine in morning sun rays.
Leaves hang due to the pressure of the drops, an unsuccessful attempt to shine, like you did in the past. Makes one realize time has passed.
Yet as wise as a withered rose.
#aging
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Junco
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:18am
21st Jan 2020 4:18am
Standstill
I have seen my history, though I use that term lightly.
Tread upon the grounds I once walked
and seen how I could have bettered them.
Hindsight grants me this, but also it has brought
me grief.
For though I have worked hard to grow and change,
by walking those familiar places I have found
that I am not far removed from where I started.
I see the same things in the cup of coffee at a cafe,
and feel the same things when I drink in a good
book, or when I make love to someone beautiful.
Age has changed me in ways that matter, but not
in...
Tread upon the grounds I once walked
and seen how I could have bettered them.
Hindsight grants me this, but also it has brought
me grief.
For though I have worked hard to grow and change,
by walking those familiar places I have found
that I am not far removed from where I started.
I see the same things in the cup of coffee at a cafe,
and feel the same things when I drink in a good
book, or when I make love to someone beautiful.
Age has changed me in ways that matter, but not
in...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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Vferry
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 4:53am
16th Jan 2020 4:53am
Unturned Stone
The unturned stone
Once danced on river beds
Crashing into the sound
Untamed with no regrets
Cutting its teeth
Skipping through the years
Holding in the shallows
Before dry shores come near
Planted without roots
A greatness never known
Life’s best untold stories
Lie beneath the unturned stone
Once danced on river beds
Crashing into the sound
Untamed with no regrets
Cutting its teeth
Skipping through the years
Holding in the shallows
Before dry shores come near
Planted without roots
A greatness never known
Life’s best untold stories
Lie beneath the unturned stone
#secrets
#learning
#aging
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:28pm
15th Jan 2020 2:28pm
His Life Today
Today he decided to break his routine
Instead of working he decided to be social
For as long as he had lived in this area
He had never really gone out
He didn't know anyone
It was a necessary evil
For now he was that much closer to his goal
But the more achieved was the more he realized he missed something:
He missed having people to share
Those achievements with
He missed being able to talk to people
Which is why he decided to go out
Maybe he could make a friend
If not he could at least have fun
He had no game...
Instead of working he decided to be social
For as long as he had lived in this area
He had never really gone out
He didn't know anyone
It was a necessary evil
For now he was that much closer to his goal
But the more achieved was the more he realized he missed something:
He missed having people to share
Those achievements with
He missed being able to talk to people
Which is why he decided to go out
Maybe he could make a friend
If not he could at least have fun
He had no game...
#dreams
#narrative
#ShortStory
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 7:51am
14th Jan 2020 7:51am
A faint smell of fish
His hands creased red with knife guts
skin threads lashed on sail tied knots,
in-land he polishes park bench brass
and names her with a dark rum flask.
His eyes are dead, dragged in the net
free-diving, caught amongst the wreck
last on the line he starts to thrash
old seabirds left to bloodied sprats.
skin threads lashed on sail tied knots,
in-land he polishes park bench brass
and names her with a dark rum flask.
His eyes are dead, dragged in the net
free-diving, caught amongst the wreck
last on the line he starts to thrash
old seabirds left to bloodied sprats.
#sea
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 7:45pm
13th Jan 2020 7:45pm
Unlocking the secret level of a nursing home
They're silver plated hair brushes,
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped cold in each clean morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for spoon fed meals
and all the white that God brings in.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
Empty rooms, toss quiet beds.
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped cold in each clean morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for spoon fed meals
and all the white that God brings in.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
Empty rooms, toss quiet beds.
#aging
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Didi3d
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 4:29pm
12th Jan 2020 4:29pm
201 winters
My daily job is one I love so much. Student coach, therapist... a lot of my “visitors” are younger ones. Searching balance and answers, searching how to erase their latest wounds. To help them understanding a world full of dark shadows.
It’s who I am... a little man trying to help. It’s who they are, courageous little souls.
Dedicated to them’...
****
Your eyes
Troubled and wet
Hands nervously...
Playing with a Kleenex
Unfolding the paper
Unfolding yourself
Anxiety is your partner
Fears your companions
Words are...
It’s who I am... a little man trying to help. It’s who they are, courageous little souls.
Dedicated to them’...
****
Your eyes
Troubled and wet
Hands nervously...
Playing with a Kleenex
Unfolding the paper
Unfolding yourself
Anxiety is your partner
Fears your companions
Words are...
#teens
#childhood
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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mysticstones
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 9:54am
12th Jan 2020 9:54am
like the autumn
to live as a child.
in the moment,
for this little while.
in the cover of a smile.
to see, all so safe.
some other time,
in another place.
but to grow old, in this world,
knowing there won’t be a hand to hold.
dreams and visions, coming.
with forceful revelations.
unfit and maladjusted,
even His Holiness...
can’t assist the one, who pretends.
for what is, is. And comes to an end.
to give my love,
to receive...
in the moment,
for this little while.
in the cover of a smile.
to see, all so safe.
some other time,
in another place.
but to grow old, in this world,
knowing there won’t be a hand to hold.
dreams and visions, coming.
with forceful revelations.
unfit and maladjusted,
even His Holiness...
can’t assist the one, who pretends.
for what is, is. And comes to an end.
to give my love,
to receive...
#childhood
#aging
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 8:17pm
9th Jan 2020 8:17pm
on the death of an old woman
there are no apples
left on the trees
the sun taste of bitter
almonds on my skin
the countenance of grace
is a broken kaleidoscope
bridges crumple under the
weight of grief
the skies are dreamless
with winter
the laughter of children
loses innocence
and the words, "love
you."
those sweet, genuine
words
will have no permanence
in the mouth
of death
left on the trees
the sun taste of bitter
almonds on my skin
the countenance of grace
is a broken kaleidoscope
bridges crumple under the
weight of grief
the skies are dreamless
with winter
the laughter of children
loses innocence
and the words, "love
you."
those sweet, genuine
words
will have no permanence
in the mouth
of death
#death
#fate
#illness
#aging
#nostalgia
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 1:22am
9th Jan 2020 1:22am
coffee, cigars, trivialities and existential angst
my old friend, life, and
I have an understanding
he goes his way and I
go mine
don't get me wrong,
we don't leave each
other completely
alone
we get together every
now and then, sit,
smoke, drink coffee
and talk about trivialities:
music
books
politics
and the
such
satisfied, we both go our
own separate way with
our understanding intact
this gentle detente has
served both of us well
for 61 years, no fuss, ...
I have an understanding
he goes his way and I
go mine
don't get me wrong,
we don't leave each
other completely
alone
we get together every
now and then, sit,
smoke, drink coffee
and talk about trivialities:
music
books
politics
and the
such
satisfied, we both go our
own separate way with
our understanding intact
this gentle detente has
served both of us well
for 61 years, no fuss, ...
#death
#aging
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17 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 8:56pm
8th Jan 2020 8:56pm
Old?
I'm not old... I'm a classic.
#aging
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 2:32am
8th Jan 2020 2:32am
Luster
A time when beauty was green and envied
Giddy and kittenish words calling to play
Chasing and kissing behind trees and bark
Now softer to the touch these words I say
Naked and stoic gray meanings seeking shade
Gentler syllables falling from wisdom's pen
Lifes travels and memories fragile with time
Sighing and tearing remembering when...
Giddy and kittenish words calling to play
Chasing and kissing behind trees and bark
Now softer to the touch these words I say
Naked and stoic gray meanings seeking shade
Gentler syllables falling from wisdom's pen
Lifes travels and memories fragile with time
Sighing and tearing remembering when...
#aging
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