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
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
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
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
24th Aug 2024 10:44pm
Slow, Slow, Quick, Quick, Slow 5-7-5
It's
so
contrary
As
we
slow
down
with
ageing
Time
accellorates
by Jemia
so
contrary
As
we
slow
down
with
ageing
Time
accellorates
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 1:15am
5th Sep 2024 1:15am
slippery steps
and who cares there’s no
flowers in winter I worry more
about falling down stairs
flowers in winter I worry more
about falling down stairs
#aging
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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
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
when whore house was fun
When a whore house was fun
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
#aging
#dating
#marriage
#nostalgia
#teens
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
corruption
Corruption
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
#aging
#birth
#childhood
#dating
#LifeCycle
43 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 1:05pm
21st Sep 2024 1:05pm
Much About Age!
A blank page
An ageing old sage
Within my cage
Trying to engage
And gage
My outrage
Yet strangely, Beige
Reduces my rage
As i re-engage
For a small wage
Upon a well trodden stage
It's probably my age!
by Jemia
An ageing old sage
Within my cage
Trying to engage
And gage
My outrage
Yet strangely, Beige
Reduces my rage
As i re-engage
For a small wage
Upon a well trodden stage
It's probably my age!
by Jemia
#aging
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #parody
#LifeAsAWriter #parody
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