Poems About Aging Seeking Friendly Advice
#aging
Mirror221
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:17am
9th Apr 2025 3:17am
Growing Old
Growing old never seemed so bad.
Sure, I pretend to moan and dread,
My knee buckles and my back knots.
Yet it’s another year of being alive.
Growing old is a privilege,
As another year around the sun
Marks another year of growth.
What else are we here for?
Growing old is a privilege,
Growing old together is a luxury.
Growing old never seemed so bad.
Yet I mourn the years we’ve lost to fate.
Like a new book too precious to read—
Too scared to see how many chapters are left.
But...
Sure, I pretend to moan and dread,
My knee buckles and my back knots.
Yet it’s another year of being alive.
Growing old is a privilege,
As another year around the sun
Marks another year of growth.
What else are we here for?
Growing old is a privilege,
Growing old together is a luxury.
Growing old never seemed so bad.
Yet I mourn the years we’ve lost to fate.
Like a new book too precious to read—
Too scared to see how many chapters are left.
But...
#aging
#learning
#love
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:27am
30th Mar 2025 2:27am
A Waitress Named Raisin
My sister works in public health
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
#aging
#funny
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rksingh
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 7:58am
23rd Mar 2025 7:58am
CULTURE
Together
exploring meaning
of staying
together 43 years --
a poet's madness:
in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up:
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathing her touch
Saturday lunch
at Bhuddha's bar --
my second beer bottle
they deprive in Bihar
transgressing old culture
myriad lines
in the hollow of my palms
joined in prayer
prepossessing humor
cynically exchanged
in the bright sun
my dark shadow
parts company
under the banyan ...
exploring meaning
of staying
together 43 years --
a poet's madness:
in the park
seeing the green in her eyes
joy wells up:
she feels the silver blue
the leaves breathing her touch
Saturday lunch
at Bhuddha's bar --
my second beer bottle
they deprive in Bihar
transgressing old culture
myriad lines
in the hollow of my palms
joined in prayer
prepossessing humor
cynically exchanged
in the bright sun
my dark shadow
parts company
under the banyan ...
#aging
#LookingForLove
#marriage #passion
#marriage #passion
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
21st Mar 2025 4:12pm
No Country for Old Superman (Posted 8/21/2020)
there'll come a time
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
when superman will hang up his cape
many of his friends would have passed
younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the Champion
not thinking much of their attitudes
it reminds him of his younger self
only confirming his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight
his relevance quickly diminishes
bored with his days he starts drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies
sometimes putting on old cartoons
ones that depict him in his prime
...
#aging
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flowergirl
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
Hours, Minutes, Seconds
here I am at 3 something in the morning
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
#aging
#death
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
Thought Less
I worry,
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
#aging
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:15pm
26th Feb 2025 10:15pm
Old
Father why are you so old
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.
#aging
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:05am
25th Feb 2025 5:05am
Ratio
Jewish Singles 60 & Over:
Hey members, we have 547 women signed up for our Zoom chat
and 8 men!
That's the most men we've ever had.
Get your sexy on ladies
for the big eight
One might even be interesting!
You have slightly better than lottery-like odds
but you know that queen of cleavage from Brazil is going to be on
and no doubt some other super slim hotties
competing for the bloated and bald
the short and the shy
the nerdy and not that nice
15 minutes in, a decent-looking male doctor will sign on ...
Hey members, we have 547 women signed up for our Zoom chat
and 8 men!
That's the most men we've ever had.
Get your sexy on ladies
for the big eight
One might even be interesting!
You have slightly better than lottery-like odds
but you know that queen of cleavage from Brazil is going to be on
and no doubt some other super slim hotties
competing for the bloated and bald
the short and the shy
the nerdy and not that nice
15 minutes in, a decent-looking male doctor will sign on ...
#aging
#dating
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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thinlane
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:46pm
5th Feb 2025 8:46pm
The Stillness
In the still of night
She'd take me home
And lay me down
And make sweet love to me
And I recall
Those nights were the best of my life
It seems a thousand years ago
When we were both so happy
With stars in our eyes
And we were over the moon in love
I swear to God that I recall
It was the sweetest time of my life
And we've tried to go back
And reclaim that feeling
But it's never really the same
As when the world was ours alone
Now when the night is still
I wish that I could return to that sweet time
And...
She'd take me home
And lay me down
And make sweet love to me
And I recall
Those nights were the best of my life
It seems a thousand years ago
When we were both so happy
With stars in our eyes
And we were over the moon in love
I swear to God that I recall
It was the sweetest time of my life
And we've tried to go back
And reclaim that feeling
But it's never really the same
As when the world was ours alone
Now when the night is still
I wish that I could return to that sweet time
And...
#aging
#nostalgia
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Miss Timed
The goddess of time
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
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