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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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
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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
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
23 reads
6 Comments
msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 10:23pm
22nd Oct 2020 10:23pm
Letter To My Daughter
I know you're an adult now and that happened faster than my mind can wrap-around. You went from 6 months to 20 in about 2 weeks, at least that's how it feels to me.
So many times what I want to say is not what comes out. In my fear for your safety, for protecting you from every hurt I endured, every pain I see you walking toward, I come across as angry.
It seems to you that I just dont understand.
Babygirl, nothing could be further from the truth.
I do understand,
I understand completely.
And what you need to understand that my job as your...
So many times what I want to say is not what comes out. In my fear for your safety, for protecting you from every hurt I endured, every pain I see you walking toward, I come across as angry.
It seems to you that I just dont understand.
Babygirl, nothing could be further from the truth.
I do understand,
I understand completely.
And what you need to understand that my job as your...
#birth
#childhood
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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Maple666
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 1:24pm
16th Mar 2023 1:24pm
A woman and her flat .
We are all a bit strange, with rough edges
that we wish we could shave off . All feel a
bit lost and lonely amongst the vitality of living. On the outside we’re great a display cabinet of the finest China used only on special occasions . On the inside we are on
The make ducking and diving to meagrely surviving. Anxiousness steps up and acts as a guardian to make sure we’re not second guessing each other on the back drop of bravado. We just don’t seem to be able to
Communicate . It’s not how you feel it’s what you look like with quick let’s take a selfie and filter the...
that we wish we could shave off . All feel a
bit lost and lonely amongst the vitality of living. On the outside we’re great a display cabinet of the finest China used only on special occasions . On the inside we are on
The make ducking and diving to meagrely surviving. Anxiousness steps up and acts as a guardian to make sure we’re not second guessing each other on the back drop of bravado. We just don’t seem to be able to
Communicate . It’s not how you feel it’s what you look like with quick let’s take a selfie and filter the...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#LookingForLove
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Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 3:46am
28th Apr 2021 3:46am
Gateway
Sliding down the long hall
the first journey now ends
starting out from a crawl
your task is to ascend
Soon you are on your feet
walking before you run
wobbly and not too fleet
for life has just begun
Further down life is good
learning things every day
the world is understood
in an different way
Growing tall and stronger
able to hold your own
a small child no longer
very fast have you grown
At last you’ve found the one
like it was meant to be
smile brighter than the sun
she...
the first journey now ends
starting out from a crawl
your task is to ascend
Soon you are on your feet
walking before you run
wobbly and not too fleet
for life has just begun
Further down life is good
learning things every day
the world is understood
in an different way
Growing tall and stronger
able to hold your own
a small child no longer
very fast have you grown
At last you’ve found the one
like it was meant to be
smile brighter than the sun
she...
#aging
36 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
25th Feb 2023 1:33am
Red carver chair .
How can an empty chair give me
All the characteristics of your face
Your white wisps of hair , unruly ,
In defiance . Age may of made you
Confused and at times subdued.
But your physical features stood
As a reminder of all the life you had
Lived , I swear I still see your aqua
Lagoon eyes glinting at me as a
Playful trick , no you can’t forget me
That quick , and I don’t . Your chair ,
Upright , no fuss , cushion left as it
Was when you perched there , legs
Languishing I felt in quiet despair
Not giving up...
All the characteristics of your face
Your white wisps of hair , unruly ,
In defiance . Age may of made you
Confused and at times subdued.
But your physical features stood
As a reminder of all the life you had
Lived , I swear I still see your aqua
Lagoon eyes glinting at me as a
Playful trick , no you can’t forget me
That quick , and I don’t . Your chair ,
Upright , no fuss , cushion left as it
Was when you perched there , legs
Languishing I felt in quiet despair
Not giving up...
#death
#fate
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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eightmore
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
The Dancer of Bourbon Street
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
37 reads
11 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 8:55am
13th Jan 2023 8:55am
Go!
These people
Ive spoken to
Longer than ive lived
Once happily married
Where Dementia has taken
A long lost gift
There-in lies
The hidden rift
As i speak
To these strangers
And hear their stories told
Of lost love, and youth
Forgotten of old
For this devil
This evil seed
This forgotten need
This sickness of age
Of lost memories
Replaced with rage
Dementia
Dementia
Is an adventure
That no-one
Wants to know
This bastard reality
That kills the glow
Sometimes quickly ...
Ive spoken to
Longer than ive lived
Once happily married
Where Dementia has taken
A long lost gift
There-in lies
The hidden rift
As i speak
To these strangers
And hear their stories told
Of lost love, and youth
Forgotten of old
For this devil
This evil seed
This forgotten need
This sickness of age
Of lost memories
Replaced with rage
Dementia
Dementia
Is an adventure
That no-one
Wants to know
This bastard reality
That kills the glow
Sometimes quickly ...
#sadness
#MentalHealth
#aging
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Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
26th Apr 2021 6:30am
26th Apr 2021 6:30am
Set Me Free
time always seems
to flutter on by
carried on the wings
of a dragonfly
always dancing
forever in motion
cresting blue waves
upon your ocean
blink of an eye
a shooting star
twinkle and wonder
where you are
mighty north wind
that’s ever blowing
turn of the seasons
constant growing
Rise of the sun
wane of the moon
an endless dance
to a celestial tune
do echos of laughter
quietly fade or
can we recover
the love we’ve made? ...
to flutter on by
carried on the wings
of a dragonfly
always dancing
forever in motion
cresting blue waves
upon your ocean
blink of an eye
a shooting star
twinkle and wonder
where you are
mighty north wind
that’s ever blowing
turn of the seasons
constant growing
Rise of the sun
wane of the moon
an endless dance
to a celestial tune
do echos of laughter
quietly fade or
can we recover
the love we’ve made? ...
#LifeCycle
#aging
39 reads
2 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 1:29am
25th Feb 2023 1:29am
Memories
Memories,
Hang like window dressing
Etched by indelible ink
But I think they beguile
Being sometimes overgenerous
Prodigiously persuasive
Inextricably impressionistic
This window dressing is an improvisational work of art
For one can edit , improve, reassemble
At whim in the present day ,
One subconsciously ameliorates ,
Add in embellishments ,
Subtract spoliation
Ah , now my window dressing is a
Resplendent display ,
A Ornate memorial
A nostalgic fabrication
Accessories added here and there ...
Hang like window dressing
Etched by indelible ink
But I think they beguile
Being sometimes overgenerous
Prodigiously persuasive
Inextricably impressionistic
This window dressing is an improvisational work of art
For one can edit , improve, reassemble
At whim in the present day ,
One subconsciously ameliorates ,
Add in embellishments ,
Subtract spoliation
Ah , now my window dressing is a
Resplendent display ,
A Ornate memorial
A nostalgic fabrication
Accessories added here and there ...
#motherhood
#childhood
#humankind
#aging
#nostalgia
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