Poems About Aging Seeking Friendly Advice
#aging
missjem56
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 5:37pm
30th Mar 2023 5:37pm
Waning
Time
Seems to be
Dripping
Like molten wax
From an ever shortening candle
No wick
No wit
A lyrical flame
Flickers
Then
Is snuffed out
To oblivion
As a dustcloud of thought
Is scattered
Then dispersed
Into a void
Of an infinite nothingness
by Jemia
Seems to be
Dripping
Like molten wax
From an ever shortening candle
No wick
No wit
A lyrical flame
Flickers
Then
Is snuffed out
To oblivion
As a dustcloud of thought
Is scattered
Then dispersed
Into a void
Of an infinite nothingness
by Jemia
#loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 8:05am
30th Mar 2023 8:05am
Not Done Yet
To soften the blow
I’ve heard it said
“sixty’s just a number”
***albeit a big one…
I add under my breath***
optimistically I believe
sexagenarians
still can play
sing, dance have heaps of fun
eschewing the notion
that I’m nye unto death
or that I’ve crossed the border
Into “he’s had a good life” territory
for I’ve “*miles to go before I sleep”
several more chapters
to add to my story
*Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I’ve heard it said
“sixty’s just a number”
***albeit a big one…
I add under my breath***
optimistically I believe
sexagenarians
still can play
sing, dance have heaps of fun
eschewing the notion
that I’m nye unto death
or that I’ve crossed the border
Into “he’s had a good life” territory
for I’ve “*miles to go before I sleep”
several more chapters
to add to my story
*Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
#happiness
#love
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging
#SelfReflection
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Healed
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 1:50pm
26th Mar 2023 1:50pm
Growing old alone...
Always tought it was a strange saying.
As we are piling up the years
we are shriveling and shrinking.
But that's just the wrapping honey
It is tossed out eventually!
We are not growing old
We are evolving into a state of wisdom.
Why is it portrayed as negative or pitiful?
As we age, the ego takes a step back and we are more focussed on what fills our souls.
We notice actions more than words,
Suddenly our vision of truth never blurred
No one is alone with the treasures of memories past
when times were simpler
And...
As we are piling up the years
we are shriveling and shrinking.
But that's just the wrapping honey
It is tossed out eventually!
We are not growing old
We are evolving into a state of wisdom.
Why is it portrayed as negative or pitiful?
As we age, the ego takes a step back and we are more focussed on what fills our souls.
We notice actions more than words,
Suddenly our vision of truth never blurred
No one is alone with the treasures of memories past
when times were simpler
And...
#loneliness
#friendship
#humankind #aging
#humankind #aging
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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 1:49pm
20th Mar 2023 1:49pm
Dire
The wan, and worn
Haggard face
A pale cameo
Of former glories
And happier days
Now
Forlorn, fallowed
And forgotten
Her breath, hoarse
Rasping
A consequence
Perhaps
Of unhealthy indulgences
And a wayward smile
Bitter seeds were sown
Hands, and heart
Now gnarled
Etched with unwanted memories
As words fall
A dirge of disbelief
And belated regrets
by Jemia
Haggard face
A pale cameo
Of former glories
And happier days
Now
Forlorn, fallowed
And forgotten
Her breath, hoarse
Rasping
A consequence
Perhaps
Of unhealthy indulgences
And a wayward smile
Bitter seeds were sown
Hands, and heart
Now gnarled
Etched with unwanted memories
As words fall
A dirge of disbelief
And belated regrets
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Maple666
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 1:24pm
16th Mar 2023 1:24pm
A woman and her flat .
We are all a bit strange, with rough edges
that we wish we could shave off . All feel a
bit lost and lonely amongst the vitality of living. On the outside we’re great a display cabinet of the finest China used only on special occasions . On the inside we are on
The make ducking and diving to meagrely surviving. Anxiousness steps up and acts as a guardian to make sure we’re not second guessing each other on the back drop of bravado. We just don’t seem to be able to
Communicate . It’s not how you feel it’s what you look like with quick let’s take a selfie and filter the...
that we wish we could shave off . All feel a
bit lost and lonely amongst the vitality of living. On the outside we’re great a display cabinet of the finest China used only on special occasions . On the inside we are on
The make ducking and diving to meagrely surviving. Anxiousness steps up and acts as a guardian to make sure we’re not second guessing each other on the back drop of bravado. We just don’t seem to be able to
Communicate . It’s not how you feel it’s what you look like with quick let’s take a selfie and filter the...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#LookingForLove
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Styxian
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
Made It To Thursday
No, Elaine.
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
#sadness
#death
#aging
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Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2023 4:18am
3rd Mar 2023 4:18am
Even When
You always pick my soul up off the ground
I’m never lost with you around
You always keep me from falling down
By holding onto what we’ve found
I want you/ I need you/ I crave you
-And all the pills and all the highs do not compare to how you make me feel inside
And even on the darkest nights you keep me safe with the angelic light you shine
And even when the world’s lost sight you keep me sane with a familiar simple line- (chorus)
You never let me feel like I could drown
I’m always yours from here and now ...
I’m never lost with you around
You always keep me from falling down
By holding onto what we’ve found
I want you/ I need you/ I crave you
-And all the pills and all the highs do not compare to how you make me feel inside
And even on the darkest nights you keep me safe with the angelic light you shine
And even when the world’s lost sight you keep me sane with a familiar simple line- (chorus)
You never let me feel like I could drown
I’m always yours from here and now ...
#love
#wife
#marriage
#lyrics
#aging
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 4:40am
28th Feb 2023 4:40am
Soul Fire
Soul Fire
California bathes in the light of her soul
Where strawberry blonde tresses grow like wildflowers
Camellias run loose in fields of hay
Where lipstick is the blood moon
In a crescent phase from long ago
Whose moonbeams are vessels of light
That still gleam in her eyes
Now a smoky flame of gothic beauty
Impervious to the calcification of bones
Unconquerable by the weeds of time
California bathes in the light of her soul
Where strawberry blonde tresses grow like wildflowers
Camellias run loose in fields of hay
Where lipstick is the blood moon
In a crescent phase from long ago
Whose moonbeams are vessels of light
That still gleam in her eyes
Now a smoky flame of gothic beauty
Impervious to the calcification of bones
Unconquerable by the weeds of time
#love
#beauty
#aging
#sensual
#seductive
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Maple666
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
Red carver chair .
How can an empty chair give me
All the characteristics of your face
Your white wisps of hair , unruly ,
In defiance . Age may of made you
Confused and at times subdued.
But your physical features stood
As a reminder of all the life you had
Lived , I swear I still see your aqua
Lagoon eyes glinting at me as a
Playful trick , no you can’t forget me
That quick , and I don’t . Your chair ,
Upright , no fuss , cushion left as it
Was when you perched there , legs
Languishing I felt in quiet despair
Not giving up...
All the characteristics of your face
Your white wisps of hair , unruly ,
In defiance . Age may of made you
Confused and at times subdued.
But your physical features stood
As a reminder of all the life you had
Lived , I swear I still see your aqua
Lagoon eyes glinting at me as a
Playful trick , no you can’t forget me
That quick , and I don’t . Your chair ,
Upright , no fuss , cushion left as it
Was when you perched there , legs
Languishing I felt in quiet despair
Not giving up...
#death
#fate
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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Maple666
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 1:29am
25th Feb 2023 1:29am
Memories
Memories,
Hang like window dressing
Etched by indelible ink
But I think they beguile
Being sometimes overgenerous
Prodigiously persuasive
Inextricably impressionistic
This window dressing is an improvisational work of art
For one can edit , improve, reassemble
At whim in the present day ,
One subconsciously ameliorates ,
Add in embellishments ,
Subtract spoliation
Ah , now my window dressing is a
Resplendent display ,
A Ornate memorial
A nostalgic fabrication
Accessories added here and there ...
Hang like window dressing
Etched by indelible ink
But I think they beguile
Being sometimes overgenerous
Prodigiously persuasive
Inextricably impressionistic
This window dressing is an improvisational work of art
For one can edit , improve, reassemble
At whim in the present day ,
One subconsciously ameliorates ,
Add in embellishments ,
Subtract spoliation
Ah , now my window dressing is a
Resplendent display ,
A Ornate memorial
A nostalgic fabrication
Accessories added here and there ...
#motherhood
#childhood
#humankind
#aging
#nostalgia
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freaknastypoet
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 1:53am
21st Feb 2023 1:53am
B4 2 Late
As we age, in truth and lies
we grow old, Then we die
In the meantime, let's try.. and
have more intimacy
More variety
Incorporate some selfish lust
from another willing body
To explore, to engage, in
sensual conquest!
No strings- just beams that gleam
of intimate friction
mutual lovers of lust - pitch in
sharing bodies, in time and space
get ya freak on
B4 its 2 Late
we grow old, Then we die
In the meantime, let's try.. and
have more intimacy
More variety
Incorporate some selfish lust
from another willing body
To explore, to engage, in
sensual conquest!
No strings- just beams that gleam
of intimate friction
mutual lovers of lust - pitch in
sharing bodies, in time and space
get ya freak on
B4 its 2 Late
#lust
#aging
#freedom #sensual
#freedom #sensual
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abetterstart
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 6:52pm
10th Feb 2023 6:52pm
lost cemetary
and what garden
with tombstones
overgrown
with neglect
has lasted
this long,
ancient,
the cold stones
weather worn,
more so
with each
passing season,
once sorrow,
but now
the tears
and the names
all long
forgotten.
with tombstones
overgrown
with neglect
has lasted
this long,
ancient,
the cold stones
weather worn,
more so
with each
passing season,
once sorrow,
but now
the tears
and the names
all long
forgotten.
#birth
#death
#aging
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