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
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
8 reads
5 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
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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
#passion
#aging
24 reads
6 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 12:25pm
21st Mar 2024 12:25pm
Saturday Night
I don't know what it is
That you're trying to say
Your tears and strained emotion
Are standing in the way
If you want me to leave
It's all you have to say
Just a smile and a snarl
And I'll be on my way
Now you're trying to smile
Through all the snot and tears
You want me here with you
Just another Saturday night
That's all there is to us
A beer and a fight
And the ultimatum
And then the snotty I'm sorry
I'm sick of this
And sick to death of me
And my love has drained away ...
That you're trying to say
Your tears and strained emotion
Are standing in the way
If you want me to leave
It's all you have to say
Just a smile and a snarl
And I'll be on my way
Now you're trying to smile
Through all the snot and tears
You want me here with you
Just another Saturday night
That's all there is to us
A beer and a fight
And the ultimatum
And then the snotty I'm sorry
I'm sick of this
And sick to death of me
And my love has drained away ...
#aging
#bittersweet
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beanbandit
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:10pm
15th Apr 2024 2:10pm
Do that thing
They said
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool...
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool...
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 9:30pm
4th Mar 2024 9:30pm
A Windswept Butterfly
I'm like a butterfly
Often blown askew
In a fluttering wind
As i flap amongst the morning dew
Caught on the breezes
Swaying to, and fo
I have nowhere to hide
And nowhere to go
My flourescent blue wings
Collide with a bower
I thus fall to the ground
Upon a fine flower
I sup upon its nectar
So divinely sweet
Restoring my strength
For every wing beat
But my wings begin to fray
Tattered, and torn, in complete disarray
And i know one day soon
That i'll sinply be blown away
As i weaken further ...
Often blown askew
In a fluttering wind
As i flap amongst the morning dew
Caught on the breezes
Swaying to, and fo
I have nowhere to hide
And nowhere to go
My flourescent blue wings
Collide with a bower
I thus fall to the ground
Upon a fine flower
I sup upon its nectar
So divinely sweet
Restoring my strength
For every wing beat
But my wings begin to fray
Tattered, and torn, in complete disarray
And i know one day soon
That i'll sinply be blown away
As i weaken further ...
#butterfly
#wind
#LifeAsAWriter #aging
#LifeAsAWriter #aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 00:14am
5th Apr 2024 00:14am
since his stroke
difficulty in getting up of a morning,
and walking when I get up, and
talking words that refuse to be clear I’m a bit of a mess of a bloke
and walking when I get up, and
talking words that refuse to be clear I’m a bit of a mess of a bloke
#aging
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 00:32am
22nd Dec 2023 00:32am
comfortable
still watch television most evenings because we’re old and sitting together on the sofa feels good and there’s no need for us to explain ourselves ..
#aging
41 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 1:23am
10th Mar 2024 1:23am
eventually rotting
over ripe for dying now
those on television we admired as children
it will be our turn next
the only time
we’ll ever get
picked
those on television we admired as children
it will be our turn next
the only time
we’ll ever get
picked
#aging
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2 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 1:01pm
16th Mar 2024 1:01pm
Body
It will not wait,
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
#aging
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