Poems About Aging Seeking Honest Critique
#aging
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:07am
Yesterday 1:07am
alone at the table
old bloke in the pub says I haven’t
got any friends left, since most
of them are dead and as for the rest,
they simply don’t want to know
got any friends left, since most
of them are dead and as for the rest,
they simply don’t want to know
#aging
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4 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 10:36pm
26th Apr 2025 10:36pm
My day so far
Of course they think I'm
Just a wee bit daft
Or crazy or strange
I keep telling them that
I am writing poems
About all this shit that's
Coming down and they say
That's nice or really?
As in they're really not interested
But politely say, about what
And I say
Person man woman camera TV
And the person is me
And the woman is Gaia
Just yesterday finally legal
And the man is the patriarchy
And the woman is the Venus of Willendorph which elicits squat
And the...
Just a wee bit daft
Or crazy or strange
I keep telling them that
I am writing poems
About all this shit that's
Coming down and they say
That's nice or really?
As in they're really not interested
But politely say, about what
And I say
Person man woman camera TV
And the person is me
And the woman is Gaia
Just yesterday finally legal
And the man is the patriarchy
And the woman is the Venus of Willendorph which elicits squat
And the...
#aging
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3 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 2:05am
25th Apr 2025 2:05am
Morning in Paradise
It's morning in Honolulu
And CNN features the Pope's casket
seemingly crowd surfing a wave to
something beyond death,
whatever that might be,
some undefined variant
of eternity
Then a segment with ancient holocaust survivors embracing youthful Hamas attack survivors
with the Gaza survivors of their own holocaust survival conspicuously in absentia
And I felt my heart go all herky-jerky,
an 80 year old poet in early dementia
I saw the Antichrist-in-chief
double down on threats to China
Deny federal aid to...
And CNN features the Pope's casket
seemingly crowd surfing a wave to
something beyond death,
whatever that might be,
some undefined variant
of eternity
Then a segment with ancient holocaust survivors embracing youthful Hamas attack survivors
with the Gaza survivors of their own holocaust survival conspicuously in absentia
And I felt my heart go all herky-jerky,
an 80 year old poet in early dementia
I saw the Antichrist-in-chief
double down on threats to China
Deny federal aid to...
#aging
40 reads
5 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 9:41pm
23rd Apr 2025 9:41pm
from the bridge
I am standing on the bridge
of titanic 2.0
master of the ongoing disaster
and first mate mcguyver
is duking it out with
captain queeg
and the great white whale
of an iceberg lies just ahead
situation nominally normal
as in fubar to the max
i exist out of time
timeless, dime-less
an archetypal anomaly
chugging along through eternity
earlier I was with William holden
the boy golden--that one!
when he was shouting
don't jump you're a young man--
when a jump cut took me ...
of titanic 2.0
master of the ongoing disaster
and first mate mcguyver
is duking it out with
captain queeg
and the great white whale
of an iceberg lies just ahead
situation nominally normal
as in fubar to the max
i exist out of time
timeless, dime-less
an archetypal anomaly
chugging along through eternity
earlier I was with William holden
the boy golden--that one!
when he was shouting
don't jump you're a young man--
when a jump cut took me ...
#aging
30 reads
2 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 6:32am
22nd Apr 2025 6:32am
of popes & kings & weird-ass things
mr leong lies mouth agape
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu...
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu...
#aging
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4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 3:31pm
19th Apr 2025 3:31pm
Keeps on ticking
Minutes and seconds are passing us by
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
#aging
#dark
#death
#minimalist
#philosophical
99 reads
6 Comments
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
150 reads
6 Comments
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
76 reads
2 Comments
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
72 reads
3 Comments
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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2 Comments
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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