Poems About Aging Seeking Honest Critique
#aging
Alviola
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:26am
Yesterday 10:26am
Stress Test
The chest tightens as I struggle to stay longer on the treadmill. It is an early stage. “Look forward, think of something pleasant, a pleasant time in your life,” the doctor advised.
I walk into warm waters, into a strait of
wavelets drawing the edge of Toledo City
I walk until I can not, until
I have to use my arms and legs
Chest knotting, I pause while paddling
to look back at the shore, at life, at work
'How are you feeling, sir?'
The treadmill inclines with a loud whir
and I feel the sand between my toes...
I walk into warm waters, into a strait of
wavelets drawing the edge of Toledo City
I walk until I can not, until
I have to use my arms and legs
Chest knotting, I pause while paddling
to look back at the shore, at life, at work
'How are you feeling, sir?'
The treadmill inclines with a loud whir
and I feel the sand between my toes...
#aging
#nostalgia
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2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Mar 2023 4:21pm
29th Mar 2023 4:21pm
ONE OF "THE FEW"
He's one "the Few"
who's still in view,
though not seen a lot
as when they were "hot"
in poster appeal
and wartime newsreel,
for part they did play
in keeping away
attempts to invade -
rained off Goering's parade
that might have been staged
had we become caged
with the occupied
lands in Europe wide.
His medals are the
signs of past glory,
though at great risk earned -
so many crashed, burned
quite literally,
even lost in sea.
Older age has claimed ...
who's still in view,
though not seen a lot
as when they were "hot"
in poster appeal
and wartime newsreel,
for part they did play
in keeping away
attempts to invade -
rained off Goering's parade
that might have been staged
had we become caged
with the occupied
lands in Europe wide.
His medals are the
signs of past glory,
though at great risk earned -
so many crashed, burned
quite literally,
even lost in sea.
Older age has claimed ...
#courage
#war
#rhyming
#aging
#historical
54 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Mar 2023 1:02am
25th Mar 2023 1:02am
Between A Man And A Dog
Okay, Pooch. What am
I supposed to do with you
now? Take you back to my place?
Funny you should ask,
Old Timer. Must be better
than within foggy weather.
I supposed to do with you
now? Take you back to my place?
Funny you should ask,
Old Timer. Must be better
than within foggy weather.
#friendship
#dogs
#fiction
#dialogue
#aging
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0 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 00:45am
24th Mar 2023 00:45am
The Patience of the Sun
The sun winks me awake through the wrinkle
and bend of the venetian blinds
dusting off sleep, stumbling out of bed
I pray they will let me go out to play
they no longer smile when they shake
their heads ‘you are not well enough, no’
So I argue as if reason mattered
haggle with a hardly disguised glower
"we are never well enough anymore
the lungs are past the age of just able
the spryness is imagined, we are
never one hundred percent anymore"
the slice of sunlight...
and bend of the venetian blinds
dusting off sleep, stumbling out of bed
I pray they will let me go out to play
they no longer smile when they shake
their heads ‘you are not well enough, no’
So I argue as if reason mattered
haggle with a hardly disguised glower
"we are never well enough anymore
the lungs are past the age of just able
the spryness is imagined, we are
never one hundred percent anymore"
the slice of sunlight...
#sadness
#anxiety
#aging
60 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 10:44pm
15th Mar 2023 10:44pm
Before breakfast
She sleeps,
hungover in a bathtub,
two legs,
one torso,
frame of a violin bowing,
paled with the gentle ravages of years
in their ceaselessness,
they lay upon her
as she lays upon it.
Her body is no longer bathed
in play and time and whimsy
but instead
gold flecks
of memories
sparkle on her face.
It is enough.
In the multicoloured dawn light,
I watch her snoring.
That jaw was crafted,
you'd think, by a carpenter on Dartmoor
I could...
hungover in a bathtub,
two legs,
one torso,
frame of a violin bowing,
paled with the gentle ravages of years
in their ceaselessness,
they lay upon her
as she lays upon it.
Her body is no longer bathed
in play and time and whimsy
but instead
gold flecks
of memories
sparkle on her face.
It is enough.
In the multicoloured dawn light,
I watch her snoring.
That jaw was crafted,
you'd think, by a carpenter on Dartmoor
I could...
#love
#home
#morning
#food
#aging
85 reads
3 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
The Dancer of Bourbon Street
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
44 reads
11 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 2:20pm
8th Mar 2023 2:20pm
the portrait house
for international women’s day
it has not done, to be a girl.
to be an incomplete human.
hence why the battlefronts of sex
have always been a skirt, lipstick,
the rules and codes enforcing what
a person of establishment can wear.
the portrait house of womanhood
is packed with wives in bustles thick
enough to keep them rooted to the chair,
or nude and spread across a couch
like tapas on a summer afternoon,
or breastfeeding the saviour of mankind.
just wives and mothers and whores.
we hope that now a fresh...
it has not done, to be a girl.
to be an incomplete human.
hence why the battlefronts of sex
have always been a skirt, lipstick,
the rules and codes enforcing what
a person of establishment can wear.
the portrait house of womanhood
is packed with wives in bustles thick
enough to keep them rooted to the chair,
or nude and spread across a couch
like tapas on a summer afternoon,
or breastfeeding the saviour of mankind.
just wives and mothers and whores.
we hope that now a fresh...
#love
#women
#aging #feminism
#aging #feminism
73 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2023 1:10pm
3rd Mar 2023 1:10pm
What We Lose
Her skin
was once
smooth and young,
giving pleasure to
many who shared her journey.
Her daughter would have been
twelve years older than me today.
Why must what's most
precious to our lives
die so soon?
Why can’t
what is beautiful
last forever?
was once
smooth and young,
giving pleasure to
many who shared her journey.
Her daughter would have been
twelve years older than me today.
Why must what's most
precious to our lives
die so soon?
Why can’t
what is beautiful
last forever?
#beauty
#aging
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9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 4:39am
27th Feb 2023 4:39am
Techno Bricolage
It's true, many folks do not care for rhyme
And prefer to compose a bollix wad,
So I will tiny tweak my poetry
To null the line termination scheme
As dirge for the ditty dongs and dings
Varnishing that tumbledown lily strand
Lingering in desolation's back lot
Behind the refurbished dumpster in vogue
Trendsetting eloquence into the past
Of rococo rivets and filigree rose...
Because who gives a shit about décor
When you have to get something off your chest?
No room now to eat, drink, and be merry,
When efficiency demands...
And prefer to compose a bollix wad,
So I will tiny tweak my poetry
To null the line termination scheme
As dirge for the ditty dongs and dings
Varnishing that tumbledown lily strand
Lingering in desolation's back lot
Behind the refurbished dumpster in vogue
Trendsetting eloquence into the past
Of rococo rivets and filigree rose...
Because who gives a shit about décor
When you have to get something off your chest?
No room now to eat, drink, and be merry,
When efficiency demands...
#aging
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
Baldwin
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2023 7:36pm
22nd Feb 2023 7:36pm
Ash Wednesday 2
Must I have the mark of weightless ash
upon my brow
to be reminded that
my destiny is dust?
Oh no.
It is not so
For all I have to do to see
that I am decomposing fast
and lack my youth’s solidity
is turn my face
to gaze upon
the image in my looking glass.
upon my brow
to be reminded that
my destiny is dust?
Oh no.
It is not so
For all I have to do to see
that I am decomposing fast
and lack my youth’s solidity
is turn my face
to gaze upon
the image in my looking glass.
#aging
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3 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
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1 Comment
Luvmeh
Dimitris
Dimitris
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 6:00am
19th Feb 2023 6:00am
Who told you
We are trying to hide behind fake smiles and new clothes, behind expensive restaurants and club jerseys, Instagram photos drown in filters and clever Facebook posts, sitting behind desks for 12 hours doing a job we hate, finding solace in some bad written poems and plays without meaning, masks, all masks to hide the ugly in us.
Who told you;
Who told you you are so ugly?
And why the fuck did you believe them?
Is there anything prettier than the truth?
Is there anything prettier than you?
Who told you;
Who told you you are so ugly?
And why the fuck did you believe them?
Is there anything prettier than the truth?
Is there anything prettier than you?
#identity
#OCD
#aging
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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