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.
EdibleWords
Poem Published
Today 4:32am
Today 4:32am
Older, Wiser, 41
Still looking more
like 21
a girl like me can
still have fun
with a handsome
steadfast gentleman
who lights my home
I have 11
feisty children
smart and sharp
and full of salt
a garden home
with ample chickens
left to roam
I’d like to think
it will go on
have 4 more
sweet children
or whatever
I can
Until I’m more
like 51
but whatever
I look like
if I get my way
The next ten years
will be...
like 21
a girl like me can
still have fun
with a handsome
steadfast gentleman
who lights my home
I have 11
feisty children
smart and sharp
and full of salt
a garden home
with ample chickens
left to roam
I’d like to think
it will go on
have 4 more
sweet children
or whatever
I can
Until I’m more
like 51
but whatever
I look like
if I get my way
The next ten years
will be...
#funny
#aging
#SelfReflection
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 6:17pm
3rd Feb 2023 6:17pm
Bad decisions at 55
It wasn't up to you
It was up to me
Turns out there was A LOT of falling
Drank too much
Smoked too much
Really over did it on the folly
Still here I am
Full of ego and piss
The cracks are deeper
My bruises lie in wait
Not as quick to calamity
At least that's what I tell myself
Though I can still throw my lot in with the wineos
So go ahead twist that top or pull the cork
Let's get on with it
Oh am I GONNA PAY FOR THIS TOMORROW!
It was up to me
Turns out there was A LOT of falling
Drank too much
Smoked too much
Really over did it on the folly
Still here I am
Full of ego and piss
The cracks are deeper
My bruises lie in wait
Not as quick to calamity
At least that's what I tell myself
Though I can still throw my lot in with the wineos
So go ahead twist that top or pull the cork
Let's get on with it
Oh am I GONNA PAY FOR THIS TOMORROW!
#aging
#choices
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:24pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:24pm
her birthday
Her birthday.
She awoke before her husband, who was the early riser
she was 80 yrs. old it was her birthday and preparing
a great lunch of filet steak with baked potatoes and salat
A lot of food, her husband said, yes, she lied, I have made
food for several days, and can’t cook every day.
She carried the phone in her apron pocket, but it didn’t ring.
After a long delay, she decided it was time for luncheon
Lovely food; she had even opened up a bottle of wine.
No, she wasn’t hungry; her husband knew why and waited,
she cried.
No...
She awoke before her husband, who was the early riser
she was 80 yrs. old it was her birthday and preparing
a great lunch of filet steak with baked potatoes and salat
A lot of food, her husband said, yes, she lied, I have made
food for several days, and can’t cook every day.
She carried the phone in her apron pocket, but it didn’t ring.
After a long delay, she decided it was time for luncheon
Lovely food; she had even opened up a bottle of wine.
No, she wasn’t hungry; her husband knew why and waited,
she cried.
No...
#birth
#marriage
#childhood
#aging
#dating
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 1:05am
31st Jan 2023 1:05am
getting old
both of us want the other to die first so they’re not
left alone
with my thoughts I think, bloody hell ..
left alone
with my thoughts I think, bloody hell ..
#aging
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missjem56
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 2:21am
30th Jan 2023 2:21am
Poem Number 1.111
Poem number one one one one
One wrote one
Wrote another one
Then one more
Then one other
I am it's mother
And i am a one
Too
Free!
For
Four ones
by Jemia
One wrote one
Wrote another one
Then one more
Then one other
I am it's mother
And i am a one
Too
Free!
For
Four ones
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
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Grae
Bryan Gray
Bryan Gray
Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 5:31am
27th Jan 2023 5:31am
immortality
maybe in another life
we might have lived forever
some infinity gene
having mutated inside us
stunting the aging process
no degradation
forever young
i think of all the ambulances that have wailed
up and down the main street
with their ear piercing regularity
tolling someone's distress
someone's expiration maybe
a lifetime
just isn't enough
it is a strange thing now
to hear the sirens sounding from the avenue
knowing they are for you
we might have lived forever
some infinity gene
having mutated inside us
stunting the aging process
no degradation
forever young
i think of all the ambulances that have wailed
up and down the main street
with their ear piercing regularity
tolling someone's distress
someone's expiration maybe
a lifetime
just isn't enough
it is a strange thing now
to hear the sirens sounding from the avenue
knowing they are for you
#aging
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
26th Jan 2023 6:05am
26th Jan 2023 6:05am
INSPIRED BY PICTURE FROM LADY FANCY'S WITNESS
It's a slower dancing
with their years advancing
Born of understanding
through a love longstanding,
Old passions still raging
in spite of their aging.
Comfortably merging
to a voice still urging.
Years of multiplying
in memory flying,
'Their' time they are taking
to climax, no faking.
with their years advancing
Born of understanding
through a love longstanding,
Old passions still raging
in spite of their aging.
Comfortably merging
to a voice still urging.
Years of multiplying
in memory flying,
'Their' time they are taking
to climax, no faking.
#sex
#rhyming
#aging
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javalini
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 00:36am
23rd Jan 2023 00:36am
ACHE
someone else
lived in his skin
back when time was cheap as money
and there was only love
and war
and all the blood ran hot
and all the days spun out
across the years
as though endless
until there was only a pittance
left for the old man
draped across his bones
listen...
the body remembers
every insolent slap
to heart and liver and lung,
every careless abuse
of eye and knee
and not an inch of
tired flesh
gives a damn
what you say,
rise in the the...
lived in his skin
back when time was cheap as money
and there was only love
and war
and all the blood ran hot
and all the days spun out
across the years
as though endless
until there was only a pittance
left for the old man
draped across his bones
listen...
the body remembers
every insolent slap
to heart and liver and lung,
every careless abuse
of eye and knee
and not an inch of
tired flesh
gives a damn
what you say,
rise in the the...
#aging
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 7:06pm
19th Jan 2023 7:06pm
Traces of Grey
I don’t really mind
growing older…
I mind
growing older without you.
May I
Trace your grey
Someday?
growing older…
I mind
growing older without you.
May I
Trace your grey
Someday?
#aging
#IMissYou
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 7:00pm
16th Jan 2023 7:00pm
An old poet
I want to write a book, and write poetry books,
But I can't even get the people to take a look.
Nevertheless the comments that feed my soul,
Feed my ego and my appreciation is never so, so.
Sick of growing old when all I want to do is die.
Time to give up on giving up and give it a try.
Will I write a master piece, before I cease,
Or just throw away the piece I tried to write before I decease?
It’s life or death or death or writ.
If it ain’t in me, then I’ll find a lift.
A way to raise my dead corpse once more,
To...
But I can't even get the people to take a look.
Nevertheless the comments that feed my soul,
Feed my ego and my appreciation is never so, so.
Sick of growing old when all I want to do is die.
Time to give up on giving up and give it a try.
Will I write a master piece, before I cease,
Or just throw away the piece I tried to write before I decease?
It’s life or death or death or writ.
If it ain’t in me, then I’ll find a lift.
A way to raise my dead corpse once more,
To...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #aging
#WritingPoetry #aging
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 3:57pm
16th Jan 2023 3:57pm
all that is left of me
all that is
left of me
howls like a straw
dog in a violent
wind storm
leaps from atop
the mountain of
years left behind
understands that
love is like searching
for Atlantis in the
bottom of a goldfish
bowl
knows that the last
exit will soon be
locked
has precious too
little flesh left and
far too many bones
walks in tired, worn
out shoes
has declared bankruptcy
on the past
gathers memories
like raked up autumn
leaves ...
left of me
howls like a straw
dog in a violent
wind storm
leaps from atop
the mountain of
years left behind
understands that
love is like searching
for Atlantis in the
bottom of a goldfish
bowl
knows that the last
exit will soon be
locked
has precious too
little flesh left and
far too many bones
walks in tired, worn
out shoes
has declared bankruptcy
on the past
gathers memories
like raked up autumn
leaves ...
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
14th Jan 2023 5:58pm
14th Jan 2023 5:58pm
Lessons in life part 11…. Keep cool in a crisis
Lessons in life part 11…. Keep cool in a crisis
A surprising shout when bending down
found eating lunch in my dressing gown,
a subtle limp as I leave the chair or
the moments when I stop and stare.
Pulling on jeans that just don’t fit
or get them on and bust the zip,
the inch-long hairs of cheek and ear
when eyesight fails to be so clear.
The breathless stairs and dodgy knees
A balding scalp that won’t re-seed
Been drinking like I did back when
to morning cries of never again.
The nagging need for a...
A surprising shout when bending down
found eating lunch in my dressing gown,
a subtle limp as I leave the chair or
the moments when I stop and stare.
Pulling on jeans that just don’t fit
or get them on and bust the zip,
the inch-long hairs of cheek and ear
when eyesight fails to be so clear.
The breathless stairs and dodgy knees
A balding scalp that won’t re-seed
Been drinking like I did back when
to morning cries of never again.
The nagging need for a...
#aging
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