Poems About Aging Seeking Honest Critique
#aging
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
Pontiac Safari: Second Owner
Summoned by Grandma
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
#aging
#family
#happiness
#memories
#sadness
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:06am
9th Apr 2025 1:06am
behind the shop counter intuitive ..
will you take a cheque
you kidding old timer
strictly cash or card
happy birthday
you kidding old timer
strictly cash or card
happy birthday
#aging
#money
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:06am
7th Apr 2025 3:06am
Pontiac Safari: First Owner
Department of Motor Vehicles
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
#aging
#family
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 2:51am
6th Apr 2025 2:51am
just his pint of view
the old bloke in the pub shrugs
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
#aging
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
The Hood
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
#aging
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
Why is Art?
I sometimes think
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
#aging
#art
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
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2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
Eternal Night
In grace, they bloomed, life's tender breasts,
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
#aging
#death
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
in her nineties, she doesn’t think it will happen again
mum was a child in the
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
#aging
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