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.
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
Today 1:10am
Today 1:10am
when it's time
take my breath
give it to the wind
let the earth
taste my bones
my eyes
can be the stars
let my hope
be gentleness
my words
the night
while my ways
become water
my soul
can be the moon
my dreams
can feed tomorrow
give it to the wind
let the earth
taste my bones
my eyes
can be the stars
let my hope
be gentleness
my words
the night
while my ways
become water
my soul
can be the moon
my dreams
can feed tomorrow
#death
#fate
#MentalHealth
#aging
#disability
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Baldwin
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 9:34pm
12th Jun 2021 9:34pm
Age
I have come to life’s dry point
where limbs grow dim
to suppleness and strength,
where ecstasy is something now
incapable of being known
or rising once again in me
and kindling grace received is nothing but a memory,
when all the promised uses of the world
have grown to be
inconstant things, flat and stale and prospectless.
What cause is there for seeking joy
or clemency? They are beyond my reach.
In truth I cannot help but see
my fate’s decree is this:
that all there is forever more to come
are hollow days that...
where limbs grow dim
to suppleness and strength,
where ecstasy is something now
incapable of being known
or rising once again in me
and kindling grace received is nothing but a memory,
when all the promised uses of the world
have grown to be
inconstant things, flat and stale and prospectless.
What cause is there for seeking joy
or clemency? They are beyond my reach.
In truth I cannot help but see
my fate’s decree is this:
that all there is forever more to come
are hollow days that...
#aging
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PGLithag
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 8:49am
10th Jun 2021 8:49am
Old Man
I am nothing like you
though you might wish
it were true
The shadows you cast fall dark
across my path but this sun
burns brighter than
your jealous stars and
angry moons, haunting memories
of nights gone, passes made
and missed while you were so pissed
you couldn't piss straight
And here we are, older than before
love lost like loose change
but I remember those young
things, shared secrets, loving days
and snowy night walks
when I was exactly
like you.
though you might wish
it were true
The shadows you cast fall dark
across my path but this sun
burns brighter than
your jealous stars and
angry moons, haunting memories
of nights gone, passes made
and missed while you were so pissed
you couldn't piss straight
And here we are, older than before
love lost like loose change
but I remember those young
things, shared secrets, loving days
and snowy night walks
when I was exactly
like you.
#relationships
#aging
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 9:04am
9th Jun 2021 9:04am
Ten Summers Bygone
Ten summers have passed since I wandered there last
Though I've never forgotten the way.
Many times, I have thought that maybe I ought
Let tendency lead me astray.
When once I was young and springtime had sprung
And all of the day was sunlit.
It was then I was swayed by a maudlin charade
Much more than I care to admit.
How demons evoke when we met by the oak
Blaze whispered and purred in our ears;
I think of it yet, during evening's onset,
It has stayed with me down through the years.
Then time scurried by and so...
Though I've never forgotten the way.
Many times, I have thought that maybe I ought
Let tendency lead me astray.
When once I was young and springtime had sprung
And all of the day was sunlit.
It was then I was swayed by a maudlin charade
Much more than I care to admit.
How demons evoke when we met by the oak
Blaze whispered and purred in our ears;
I think of it yet, during evening's onset,
It has stayed with me down through the years.
Then time scurried by and so...
#aging
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 7:39pm
5th Jun 2021 7:39pm
Four Seven (Poem # 1992)
Go ahead, put another candle on it
I think I can handle the weight of the years
I can feel the burn but this heart’s not done yet
Nothing a little antacid can help to put away the fears
Another year to read, recollect, reflect in retrospect
As time flies by faster than I can try to master an art
But I’m thankful for good health cept some new side effects
The aches and pains of aging are going up the chart
I keep adding chapters to this book of memories
It’s an inventory of hoary storied allegories and allusions
They’re etched in...
I think I can handle the weight of the years
I can feel the burn but this heart’s not done yet
Nothing a little antacid can help to put away the fears
Another year to read, recollect, reflect in retrospect
As time flies by faster than I can try to master an art
But I’m thankful for good health cept some new side effects
The aches and pains of aging are going up the chart
I keep adding chapters to this book of memories
It’s an inventory of hoary storied allegories and allusions
They’re etched in...
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#aging #gratitude
#aging #gratitude
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MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 6:28pm
5th Jun 2021 6:28pm
The Morgue
There was a scent of rotting flowers,
Within the lonely morgue of ours.
The sky was drifting on your shoulder…
And deeper than the eye of the beholder
The beauty of Hell in my heart
Cast on me your eyes in the dark.
We set our sails upon the glass of seas
Our newborn cries upon the breeze.
And something lingers—the sightless see
The births that should not be.
My heart in two, I saw the Ending
When we were old and grey.
Upon our lives the pall descending
On breathless hearts of clay.
And the wreathe I lay...
Within the lonely morgue of ours.
The sky was drifting on your shoulder…
And deeper than the eye of the beholder
The beauty of Hell in my heart
Cast on me your eyes in the dark.
We set our sails upon the glass of seas
Our newborn cries upon the breeze.
And something lingers—the sightless see
The births that should not be.
My heart in two, I saw the Ending
When we were old and grey.
Upon our lives the pall descending
On breathless hearts of clay.
And the wreathe I lay...
#love
#death
#aging
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 10:52am
3rd Jun 2021 10:52am
love story
Unlike love story
Sweet dawn you are not
in your embrace I'm not reborn.
A night with you gives birth to bitter regret.
A promise to not seek you out
will not help,
I love you more than life itself.
Nightfall brings long shadows
irresistible your allure,
Our lair is not feathering of tenderness
but thorns of demanding ferocity.
A pact we made in a church that reeked of burnt wicks.
desiccated roses and the redolence of death.
Our love is agony,
we can´t but clawing us asunder
Sweet dawn you are not
in your embrace I'm not reborn.
A night with you gives birth to bitter regret.
A promise to not seek you out
will not help,
I love you more than life itself.
Nightfall brings long shadows
irresistible your allure,
Our lair is not feathering of tenderness
but thorns of demanding ferocity.
A pact we made in a church that reeked of burnt wicks.
desiccated roses and the redolence of death.
Our love is agony,
we can´t but clawing us asunder
#birth
#fate
#aging #dating
#aging #dating
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MJ3
Pen_ofsad
Pen_ofsad
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 3:01am
3rd Jun 2021 3:01am
Before
Time passes, older I grow, I’ve begun to want what it was like before.
Before, it was happier.
Worries weren’t yet waging war within me.
I hadn’t yet seen the life that would make me wonder if life was worth it.
Before, it was just cartoons and cereal on Saturday morning.
Now I know news, all of which seems to be negative and nuclear.
Before, my face lit up in front of the television.
Now the television tells me tales of tyranny and tearful testimonies.
Before, I wasn’t aware of the ways of the world, not yet was I keen to its cruelty. ...
Before, it was happier.
Worries weren’t yet waging war within me.
I hadn’t yet seen the life that would make me wonder if life was worth it.
Before, it was just cartoons and cereal on Saturday morning.
Now I know news, all of which seems to be negative and nuclear.
Before, my face lit up in front of the television.
Now the television tells me tales of tyranny and tearful testimonies.
Before, I wasn’t aware of the ways of the world, not yet was I keen to its cruelty. ...
#childhood
#memories
#aging
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
I AM STILL LEARNING
DISCOVERY
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
#fate
#aging
#luck
#dating
#responsibility
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oskar
Poem Published
29th May 2021 4:04pm
29th May 2021 4:04pm
the stoen casts of life
The stone casts of the life
The journey has not ended
since I had a fall on the terrace the dream was over
I had been holding on selling my old home for a slushy reason.
No, I have not resigned I will not give up on anything
it is just I have to find other alternatives.
No, I have no firm plans they never came to fruition.
I have had the fortune to live a dream.
Now I live in a flat too big for me four bedrooms and
I only sleep in one of them.
The next step I live to what life gives me I don´t need much
when I was a seaman,...
The journey has not ended
since I had a fall on the terrace the dream was over
I had been holding on selling my old home for a slushy reason.
No, I have not resigned I will not give up on anything
it is just I have to find other alternatives.
No, I have no firm plans they never came to fruition.
I have had the fortune to live a dream.
Now I live in a flat too big for me four bedrooms and
I only sleep in one of them.
The next step I live to what life gives me I don´t need much
when I was a seaman,...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#fatherhood
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APissPoorShaman
Poem Published
27th May 2021 8:48pm
27th May 2021 8:48pm
Trees dreaming of man dreaming of trees
My soul splits open
as i dig feet into loam
setting down roots
anchoring my life
the bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth
roots to nourish my soul
as I reach for the heavens
slowly day by day
reaching higher
for the welcoming
embrace of the sky
my spirit soars
branching out
in all directions at once
I learn of frost and cold
drought and fire
winds and storm
and the damage
little insect minds can do
boring holes in my skin
to poison and choke my...
as i dig feet into loam
setting down roots
anchoring my life
the bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth
roots to nourish my soul
as I reach for the heavens
slowly day by day
reaching higher
for the welcoming
embrace of the sky
my spirit soars
branching out
in all directions at once
I learn of frost and cold
drought and fire
winds and storm
and the damage
little insect minds can do
boring holes in my skin
to poison and choke my...
#birth
#aging
#philosophical
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
26th May 2021 9:36pm
26th May 2021 9:36pm
Ridges
I write in monstera filled rooms,
in alien light and Spring-Summers,
write like your ship doesn't float
in a chamber of aqueous humor
when the sun has left this city.
I recall home.
In road maps can see channels flooding
with reasons not to leave,
safe binds to a place
more sense than air
but you are there
in the inbetween,
security beacon blazing,
keeping one finger
on our memories to pass
the aging days.
in alien light and Spring-Summers,
write like your ship doesn't float
in a chamber of aqueous humor
when the sun has left this city.
I recall home.
In road maps can see channels flooding
with reasons not to leave,
safe binds to a place
more sense than air
but you are there
in the inbetween,
security beacon blazing,
keeping one finger
on our memories to pass
the aging days.
#home
#travel
#aging
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