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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oskar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
his first love
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#fate
#aging
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 10:37pm
17th Nov 2020 10:37pm
A SUDDEN INSIGHT'S COGNIZANT GLIMPSE (11-17-2020, 12:07am, Palm Springs, California)
as i
continue
to age
along my
lifes
increasingly
accelerated
journey here
with
sixty seven
now just
around
the bend
only
two and
a half
quick months
away
this sudden
brief insight
just occurred
to me
here
upon seeing
my naked
bodys reflection
in the
bathroom mirror
from whence
this spontaneous
seed thoughts
new poem
sprang forth
and so
quickly
arose
to say
and express
this here
now
i
await...
continue
to age
along my
lifes
increasingly
accelerated
journey here
with
sixty seven
now just
around
the bend
only
two and
a half
quick months
away
this sudden
brief insight
just occurred
to me
here
upon seeing
my naked
bodys reflection
in the
bathroom mirror
from whence
this spontaneous
seed thoughts
new poem
sprang forth
and so
quickly
arose
to say
and express
this here
now
i
await...
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#aging
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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
#aging
#passion
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PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
4th Dec 2020 7:38am
4th Dec 2020 7:38am
Mirror
She’s observing me.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
#depression
#aging
#emptiness
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 11:22pm
2nd Dec 2020 11:22pm
Rates of Morbidity
picture this
picture that
picture this''n'that,
[ or don'look at nothin'
at all. ]
I picture them picturing me in my
shiny coffin
wit all that silky lining and silky
pillows.
Of course, there'll be no silky,
be'pillowed
shiny cas'kette (Cas'kettle?), yeah,
casket,
to put my lifeless , maked-up,
corpus into.
/ jesuschrist....too fuckin eX'pensive. / ...
picture that
picture this''n'that,
[ or don'look at nothin'
at all. ]
I picture them picturing me in my
shiny coffin
wit all that silky lining and silky
pillows.
Of course, there'll be no silky,
be'pillowed
shiny cas'kette (Cas'kettle?), yeah,
casket,
to put my lifeless , maked-up,
corpus into.
/ jesuschrist....too fuckin eX'pensive. / ...
#dark
#death
#illness
#aging
#emptiness
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Nov 2020 2:21am
28th Nov 2020 2:21am
Some Where Over The Verrazzano Narrows Bridge (from Brooklyn side)
/b] PHOTO: Daniel Kozak Sr. USMM, c1948 [/b]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ain't it some
thing how
so many
things
have gotten
far far far
passed (past)
...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ain't it some
thing how
so many
things
have gotten
far far far
passed (past)
...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#aging
#daughter
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 7:08pm
12th Apr 2019 7:08pm
song for old couch by the roadside abandoned
Imperceptible pylons raise a supine aurora
from the ample mouth of nausea
up from my still-smoking caldera of waking
jutting out
beyond the slung hips of manzanitas
the hummingbird sage musters meritable renaissance
harbor washouts and denser hubris
arch their cat-backs
...
from the ample mouth of nausea
up from my still-smoking caldera of waking
jutting out
beyond the slung hips of manzanitas
the hummingbird sage musters meritable renaissance
harbor washouts and denser hubris
arch their cat-backs
...
#countryside
#spring
#LifeCycle
#aging
#admiration
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slipalong
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
Another bite at the cherry
My old Nissan
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
#romantic
#aging
#RitaDove
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LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 7:29pm
20th Sep 2020 7:29pm
Reborn
Touching strange / Fucking change / Lucky brain / Jump in untamed / Punchy quippy fun / Bumping illicit some / Something wicked this way comes / Eliptical trip around the sun / When I die? / Give my riches to whoever tips my urn / Centripetal sojourn / Unbelievable solar storm / Polarized forum / Parisian sensibilities and Southside decorum / 9 lives torn in / Other witty clips that rhyme with orange / Never ask why / Just side with “This shit I was born for.”
#LifeCycle
#aging
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Nov 2020 10:13pm
9th Nov 2020 10:13pm
Ghosts of thee Subterranean Transit System and Other Basic Anomalies
contention
competition
for the folliest
folly possible
holy'oly comm
union eatin'
body'o Christ
wit relish as thee
hunger
pandemic r'ages
in such hoaxless
Au'thor'ity, like like
like the
Transit Authority of
a train i'll never again
ride wit me faithful
travel companion. Lawd,
I
don't think i'd ever be
able to ride that train
without her. Nor without
her in any way. EXcuse me, but
I love the scents sounds sights
of the underground. the
subway, 3rd rail sizzle, ...
competition
for the folliest
folly possible
holy'oly comm
union eatin'
body'o Christ
wit relish as thee
hunger
pandemic r'ages
in such hoaxless
Au'thor'ity, like like
like the
Transit Authority of
a train i'll never again
ride wit me faithful
travel companion. Lawd,
I
don't think i'd ever be
able to ride that train
without her. Nor without
her in any way. EXcuse me, but
I love the scents sounds sights
of the underground. the
subway, 3rd rail sizzle, ...
#dreams
#spiritual
#ghosts
#aging
#trains
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Oct 2020 10:03am
15th Oct 2020 10:03am
the loss
the loss
I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women
in the street
they were frightened.
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.
I saw her leave
on the 8 o´clock train.
in the Saturday crowd
I saw her many time.
Stopped women
in the street
they were frightened.
In the morning
she was in my bed
I wished
she wasn´t there.
#marriage
#holiday
#fate
#sleep
#aging
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