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
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1 Comment
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
19 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
Alviola
Poem Published
Today 7:46am
Today 7:46am
Extreme Unction
I stepped onto a chair, reached
for a dead bulb and wobbled, steadied
myself by placing palms on the ceiling
I started a gallop but my legs failed
to understand, I fell to the asphalt,
arms ahead for pitiful protection
I asked about a priest in a photo
of a friend in the hospital, the words
"extreme unction" perplexed them
When I look out the car window, up
from book or tablet, or from a nap,
the whiz of a world slows to a still:
Shows me a building, a crowd flagging
jeepneys, where...
for a dead bulb and wobbled, steadied
myself by placing palms on the ceiling
I started a gallop but my legs failed
to understand, I fell to the asphalt,
arms ahead for pitiful protection
I asked about a priest in a photo
of a friend in the hospital, the words
"extreme unction" perplexed them
When I look out the car window, up
from book or tablet, or from a nap,
the whiz of a world slows to a still:
Shows me a building, a crowd flagging
jeepneys, where...
#aging
#death
26 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
Days are shorter than when I...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
Days are shorter than when I...
#aging
#death
#God
27 reads
0 Comments
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
28 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
The Rooted Lofty Tree
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles...
#aging
#gratitude
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#nostalgia
34 reads
2 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
36 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Miss Timed
The goddess of time
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
39 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:35am
4th Jan 2025 11:35am
Me Cat. Com!
I know i'm in my sixties now
I'm not in denial of how
(Which means i am!)
Lies, lies, damn lies!!!
I'm actually twenty seven
With the curiousity of a cat
I'm a cat in a hat
With wings of a butterfly
(The cat ate the body, but left the wings!)
Poor butterfly, for goodness sake
That it should be used in a cake
Then end up in my mouth
As if by mistake!
by Jemia
I'm not in denial of how
(Which means i am!)
Lies, lies, damn lies!!!
I'm actually twenty seven
With the curiousity of a cat
I'm a cat in a hat
With wings of a butterfly
(The cat ate the body, but left the wings!)
Poor butterfly, for goodness sake
That it should be used in a cake
Then end up in my mouth
As if by mistake!
by Jemia
#aging
#butterfly
#cats
#funny
#satirical
40 reads
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