Least Read Poems About Aging
#aging
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
SLUMBER OF THE MOON
Darkness, don't loose your light;
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
#aging
9 reads
1 Comment
Murk
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:00pm
19th Dec 2024 3:00pm
Aging
I Rather die at my highest then slowly fall to my death..
#aging
#death
10 reads
0 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 2:43pm
23rd Jan 2022 2:43pm
Too Much Time Under The Bridge
There are more long nights without you
There are reams of dreams unfulfilled
There are more silent moments emptied of meaning
There are too many thoughts unevenly distilled ...
There are more mispelled days than not
There are more dropped thing days than not
There are more elusive sleep days than not
There are more days that need more patience than I've got ...
Without you ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB4K0scMysc
There are reams of dreams unfulfilled
There are more silent moments emptied of meaning
There are too many thoughts unevenly distilled ...
There are more mispelled days than not
There are more dropped thing days than not
There are more elusive sleep days than not
There are more days that need more patience than I've got ...
Without you ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB4K0scMysc
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
15 reads
7 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
20th Feb 2022 8:15am
20th Feb 2022 8:15am
Circle In A Square On A Chess Board Filled With Landmines
I am so far off the Hamster wheel
All circles look like squares from over here
Days filled with firework measured time
And heart shaped asses never roaming near
Laps run static and numerous
Questing after speed on the clock
Sitting in stationary pose exploding
As a museum ship that never leaves the dock
Excuse my manner I am quite off
Mad as a hatter driven over the cliff
Dreams fill empty hope fueled by time advancing stiffly
Ever changing challenges never met ... soul still chomping at the bit ... ..
...
All circles look like squares from over here
Days filled with firework measured time
And heart shaped asses never roaming near
Laps run static and numerous
Questing after speed on the clock
Sitting in stationary pose exploding
As a museum ship that never leaves the dock
Excuse my manner I am quite off
Mad as a hatter driven over the cliff
Dreams fill empty hope fueled by time advancing stiffly
Ever changing challenges never met ... soul still chomping at the bit ... ..
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
18 reads
7 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 5:26pm
15th Mar 2024 5:26pm
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
18 reads
7 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2018 10:33pm
22nd Dec 2018 10:33pm
Father time
Father time
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The luster of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength -
Not our bloom only, but our strength -decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?
Yes, this, and more! but not,
Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!
'Its not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,
A golden day's...
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The luster of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength -
Not our bloom only, but our strength -decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?
Yes, this, and more! but not,
Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!
'Its not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,
A golden day's...
#love
#passion
#aging
24 reads
6 Comments
O_Dee
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 7:52pm
15th Dec 2024 7:52pm
Pennies
I save my pennies
that the wizened apple of my self
might know some comfort
that the wizened apple of my self
might know some comfort
#aging
#haiku
24 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 4:24pm
18th Sep 2024 4:24pm
Oh To Be, Or Not, Wise! (5-7-5
If
age
brings
wisdom
Seriously
in
arrears!
Like
a
clever
fool!
by Jemia
age
brings
wisdom
Seriously
in
arrears!
Like
a
clever
fool!
by Jemia
#aging
#funny
#satirical #wisdom
#satirical #wisdom
47 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
Hope I Don’t Fall Before Time Runs Out On Me
Hope I don’t fall before time runs out on me
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
#aging
#dawn
#fall #fate
#fall #fate
48 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
Being Put In (The Ground)
Being put in (the ground)
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
#aging
#childhood
#death #nostalgia
#death #nostalgia
48 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
Vale Paradiso
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
#aging
#birth
#dating
#death
#fatherhood
49 reads
0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
You are taller than I remember
We both grew up,
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
#aging
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
49 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Aging
