Least Read Poems About Aging
#aging
javalini
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 1:27pm
4th Jan 2021 1:27pm
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING
when you were everything
and i was something
and then nothing
just like that
when i could tell
weeks before you said as much
with him in the next room
waiting
and my old boots
still under the bed
and the rain cold down my neck
and me thinking
goddamn
this is just like a fucking movie
except it hurts
almost more than i can bear
and how i wondered
what i'd done
thinking it was me
turning every memory over
looking for clues
when, goddamn, baby,
it was just you ...
and i was something
and then nothing
just like that
when i could tell
weeks before you said as much
with him in the next room
waiting
and my old boots
still under the bed
and the rain cold down my neck
and me thinking
goddamn
this is just like a fucking movie
except it hurts
almost more than i can bear
and how i wondered
what i'd done
thinking it was me
turning every memory over
looking for clues
when, goddamn, baby,
it was just you ...
#breakup
#lover
#aging #wisdom
#aging #wisdom
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 5:11pm
2nd Jan 2021 5:11pm
God’s Arrow
But God will shoot at them with an arrow;
Suddenly they will be wounded. - Psalm 64
I am thirty this July.
Some thing inside me flattens out
and scents the humours as they churn
just like a dryer sheet.
I’m not, nor will I ever be, fully sane
and sound. But I can greet
the Furies like a friend
who will not bear his throat
to harridans, at least.
I try to say what Kings would at a feast.
That on the hill the heathen sits
and will arrive with sword and bow,
but just like you he eats and shits,
and...
Suddenly they will be wounded. - Psalm 64
I am thirty this July.
Some thing inside me flattens out
and scents the humours as they churn
just like a dryer sheet.
I’m not, nor will I ever be, fully sane
and sound. But I can greet
the Furies like a friend
who will not bear his throat
to harridans, at least.
I try to say what Kings would at a feast.
That on the hill the heathen sits
and will arrive with sword and bow,
but just like you he eats and shits,
and...
#aging
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
24th Dec 2020 9:13pm
24th Dec 2020 9:13pm
director's cut
time is a knife
sharpened
to a fine edge
with dread.
God's surgical
precision,
the wound is
mortal
sharpened
to a fine edge
with dread.
God's surgical
precision,
the wound is
mortal
#death
#fate
#aging
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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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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 8:46am
8th Dec 2020 8:46am
Winter 2020
Bare bulb bright
A lonely sight
Against the fading bones of the night
Boiling kettle
Tea for one
Household chores are all but done
Morning light
Dull and grey
Don't think I'll leave the house today
Television the only company
Time moves very slowly for me
In my chair or shuffling about
Staring into old photos that recount
Family Christmases gone
Life in the past
No one told me it wouldn't last
Now wind blows the final leaf
Skeleton trees in stark relief
Cobwebbed, dark
Robbing my belief
In...
A lonely sight
Against the fading bones of the night
Boiling kettle
Tea for one
Household chores are all but done
Morning light
Dull and grey
Don't think I'll leave the house today
Television the only company
Time moves very slowly for me
In my chair or shuffling about
Staring into old photos that recount
Family Christmases gone
Life in the past
No one told me it wouldn't last
Now wind blows the final leaf
Skeleton trees in stark relief
Cobwebbed, dark
Robbing my belief
In...
#depression
#loneliness
#winter
#aging
#pandemic
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 8:11am
21st Dec 2020 8:11am
Just like In Emily's House
shuttered in this
h o u s e, I feels a'like dearest
Emily.
Cardiac cripple I be here. EXcuse if i'yam'bean some kinda bummer.
Y'know, puttin' o u t them Bad Vibes
Negative Energy
shit like that.
Well well well.......this house is my brother's house. Not Emily's.
...
h o u s e, I feels a'like dearest
Emily.
Cardiac cripple I be here. EXcuse if i'yam'bean some kinda bummer.
Y'know, puttin' o u t them Bad Vibes
Negative Energy
shit like that.
Well well well.......this house is my brother's house. Not Emily's.
...
#love
#loneliness
#death
#aging
#EmilyDickinson
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
bank robber
the bank robber
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
#marriage
#holiday
#aging
#luck
#fatherhood
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
28th Dec 2020 4:19am
28th Dec 2020 4:19am
who's that in the mirror?
I look into the mirror
and wonder where
I have gone,
but I remember
exactly how
I got here.
I pick up my
toothbrush
and
smile.
and wonder where
I have gone,
but I remember
exactly how
I got here.
I pick up my
toothbrush
and
smile.
#aging
#nostalgia
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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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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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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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TCLilly
Odette
Odette
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 11:20pm
18th Jan 2021 11:20pm
A Love That Makes Time Travel Possible
The First Poem
Though I am wrapped around you,
With you,
As you drift in
and around
sleep,
That fickle maiden steals you up,
Yet will have nothing to do with me.
I am left alone with my thoughts.
Alone with the street sounds,
leaking through the blinds.
We stay reluctant to acknowledge the daylight
as it beckons on the other side.
Tanzen Lilly, March 20th 2011
The Second Poem
The weight of you...
Though I am wrapped around you,
With you,
As you drift in
and around
sleep,
That fickle maiden steals you up,
Yet will have nothing to do with me.
I am left alone with my thoughts.
Alone with the street sounds,
leaking through the blinds.
We stay reluctant to acknowledge the daylight
as it beckons on the other side.
Tanzen Lilly, March 20th 2011
The Second Poem
The weight of you...
#love
#aging
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