Least Read Poems About Aging
#aging
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 8:21am
2nd Nov 2024 8:21am
tomorrow never arrives
by the
time
tomorrow
arrives,
it will
become
today
and today
will just
become
another
yesterday.
time
tomorrow
arrives,
it will
become
today
and today
will just
become
another
yesterday.
#aging
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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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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
3rd Nov 2024 10:26pm
WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING
They say when you have something else, that you've never had before. DUE to the fact that there was no real commitment, and consistency of honesty and truth and trust. But yet you were willing to give it a chance, just to see how much of the words hold TRUTH. 🤨 FOR it's true what they say, knowone is sent to you by chance 💕 or accident 😞 FOR it is the cycle of life. Yet soon you will find out the truth, when we encounter someone, who doesn't have the ability to understand, the true meaning of real communications. Between a woman and man or man to woman who is going...
#aging
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
#motherhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 1:19am
31st Oct 2024 1:19am
we love you
doubt we’ll live long enough
to see little
Oliver grow up to be a man, but hope he
at least remembers something
of his grandad and
his nan
to see little
Oliver grow up to be a man, but hope he
at least remembers something
of his grandad and
his nan
#aging
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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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oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 8:07pm
11th Oct 2024 8:07pm
(You’ve) Got Mail
Growing old in Tennessee
The valley the streams I never fished upon
Got some bricks and some faulty legs
The oven stares at me and says use me
I’m getting asthma from the dust settling
My weight bears down on all that I want
Struggle to cross and get my mail
Mayor looks upon but he’s in the same boat
We got mail I don’t know about you
The valley the streams I never fished upon
Got some bricks and some faulty legs
The oven stares at me and says use me
I’m getting asthma from the dust settling
My weight bears down on all that I want
Struggle to cross and get my mail
Mayor looks upon but he’s in the same boat
We got mail I don’t know about you
#aging
#humankind
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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
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 4:43am
15th Sep 2024 4:43am
Persevere
There is a sadness in the celebration
I’ve made it to thirty years
Joy littered with grief
Experiences dampened by loss
A million miles to time
Memories to an unseeing mind
Thirty years and I’ve only began to feel
Knowing something inside me knew
That blindness was better than remembering
That numbness kept me alive
In year twenty nine I’d made it to safety
In year thirty I am reawakening
And it can be lonely
Feeling like a stranger in my own skin
Will anyone still be there when I become me again ...
I’ve made it to thirty years
Joy littered with grief
Experiences dampened by loss
A million miles to time
Memories to an unseeing mind
Thirty years and I’ve only began to feel
Knowing something inside me knew
That blindness was better than remembering
That numbness kept me alive
In year twenty nine I’d made it to safety
In year thirty I am reawakening
And it can be lonely
Feeling like a stranger in my own skin
Will anyone still be there when I become me again ...
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 1:11am
16th Jul 2024 1:11am
miss you
used to see in town those
with whom I once worked
with a feeling of melancholy
I simply don’t anymore
with whom I once worked
with a feeling of melancholy
I simply don’t anymore
#aging
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down2dirt
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 1:27am
25th Aug 2024 1:27am
casting stones at beatles
we were waiting for the yellow submarine
it was coming to take us away
I was next in line listening to mister Jimmy
needing a prescription but never got what he wanted
then some fool on the hill in the dead of night
invited us all in thru his bathroom window
everyone seemed pleased to meet him
but hells bells, how many times should we guess his name?
it was coming to take us away
I was next in line listening to mister Jimmy
needing a prescription but never got what he wanted
then some fool on the hill in the dead of night
invited us all in thru his bathroom window
everyone seemed pleased to meet him
but hells bells, how many times should we guess his name?
#aging
#nostalgia
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