Poems About Aging Seeking Friendly Advice
#aging
Saturday Night
I don't know what it is
That you're trying to say
Your tears and strained emotion
Are standing in the way
If you want me to leave
It's all you have to say
Just a smile and a snarl
And I'll be on my way
Now you're trying to smile
Through all the snot and tears
You want me here with you
Just another Saturday night
That's all there is to us
A beer and a fight
And the ultimatum
And then the snotty I'm sorry
I'm sick of this
And sick to death of me
And my love has drained away ...
That you're trying to say
Your tears and strained emotion
Are standing in the way
If you want me to leave
It's all you have to say
Just a smile and a snarl
And I'll be on my way
Now you're trying to smile
Through all the snot and tears
You want me here with you
Just another Saturday night
That's all there is to us
A beer and a fight
And the ultimatum
And then the snotty I'm sorry
I'm sick of this
And sick to death of me
And my love has drained away ...
#aging
#bittersweet
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Holding The Line
Wading through the lies
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
#love
#illness
#aging
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A Passed Age
Seems like an age has passed
Slow days and faster decades
And though it's not really surprising
I'm still surprised that we haven't
Run into each other
Somewhere
In this huge city
In all these years
In essence I was just a boy
That last day
Now there's very little essence left
And I'm old and wrinkled
And it sets me to thinking
On those days that I think of you
That you must be old as well
But I simply can't picture it
My thought version of you
Remains stuck in the 90's
Just a girl in essence yourself ...
Slow days and faster decades
And though it's not really surprising
I'm still surprised that we haven't
Run into each other
Somewhere
In this huge city
In all these years
In essence I was just a boy
That last day
Now there's very little essence left
And I'm old and wrinkled
And it sets me to thinking
On those days that I think of you
That you must be old as well
But I simply can't picture it
My thought version of you
Remains stuck in the 90's
Just a girl in essence yourself ...
#aging
#nostalgia
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Senior Citizen Discount
#myself
#aging
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Sun Queen
Sun Queen
Oriental slant of her eyes
Gazes into corner of Parisian salon
As she reclines in baroque beauty
Upon arm rest of divan
Her scarlet tresses halo the regal velvet
With the radiance of a sun queen
Whose majesty rules over supplicant hearts
Conjuring designs on susceptible gents
With wit sharp as the scimitars
Of her eyebrows etched in fire
A single finger on her cheek bone
With thumb on chin
Far from a pawn in the chess match
That plays in her satirical theater
That with one word disarms suitors ...
Oriental slant of her eyes
Gazes into corner of Parisian salon
As she reclines in baroque beauty
Upon arm rest of divan
Her scarlet tresses halo the regal velvet
With the radiance of a sun queen
Whose majesty rules over supplicant hearts
Conjuring designs on susceptible gents
With wit sharp as the scimitars
Of her eyebrows etched in fire
A single finger on her cheek bone
With thumb on chin
Far from a pawn in the chess match
That plays in her satirical theater
That with one word disarms suitors ...
#women
#beauty
#aging
#sensual
#seductive
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Waning
Too soon
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
#sadness
#hope
#aging
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The Other Is A Sleep
why am i here i ask
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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A Windswept Butterfly
I'm like a butterfly
Often blown askew
In a fluttering wind
As i flap amongst the morning dew
Caught on the breezes
Swaying to, and fo
I have nowhere to hide
And nowhere to go
My flourescent blue wings
Collide with a bower
I thus fall to the ground
Upon a fine flower
I sup upon its nectar
So divinely sweet
Restoring my strength
For every wing beat
But my wings begin to fray
Tattered, and torn, in complete disarray
And i know one day soon
That i'll sinply be blown away
As i weaken further ...
Often blown askew
In a fluttering wind
As i flap amongst the morning dew
Caught on the breezes
Swaying to, and fo
I have nowhere to hide
And nowhere to go
My flourescent blue wings
Collide with a bower
I thus fall to the ground
Upon a fine flower
I sup upon its nectar
So divinely sweet
Restoring my strength
For every wing beat
But my wings begin to fray
Tattered, and torn, in complete disarray
And i know one day soon
That i'll sinply be blown away
As i weaken further ...
#butterfly
#wind
#LifeAsAWriter #aging
#LifeAsAWriter #aging
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One More Night
I drink deeply of the silence
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#aging
#gratitude
#nostalgia
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the last time
i held
her hands,
so fragile
and filled
with age,
experiences,
how gentle
she touched
me back,
her smile
defining her,
not heavy
but seeming
sincere,
and through
her orchid
scent,
i noticed
her eyes
watching me,
they had
that caring,
and that
was
the last time
i remember
talking
and being
with
my grandmother.
her hands,
so fragile
and filled
with age,
experiences,
how gentle
she touched
me back,
her smile
defining her,
not heavy
but seeming
sincere,
and through
her orchid
scent,
i noticed
her eyes
watching me,
they had
that caring,
and that
was
the last time
i remember
talking
and being
with
my grandmother.
#family
#memories
#aging
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voices of ancestors
i heard
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#admiration
#emotions
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Old Age
I saw him staring at me
and I wondered what he saw.
Was it the days of long ago
or was he seeing what he saw.
Was he staring at my hair
turning a lovely shade of dull brown gray.
Or maybe it was my eyes of faded green
that weep from severe dry eye all damn day.
Or could it be that small spare tire
I proudly wear around my waist
never disappearing
just adding to my lovely rectangle shape.
Or possibly he's wondering
why I am looking back at him.
Are the same unappealing thoughts
running through his hairless head? ...
and I wondered what he saw.
Was it the days of long ago
or was he seeing what he saw.
Was he staring at my hair
turning a lovely shade of dull brown gray.
Or maybe it was my eyes of faded green
that weep from severe dry eye all damn day.
Or could it be that small spare tire
I proudly wear around my waist
never disappearing
just adding to my lovely rectangle shape.
Or possibly he's wondering
why I am looking back at him.
Are the same unappealing thoughts
running through his hairless head? ...
#wife
#husband
#WritingPoetry #aging
#WritingPoetry #aging
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