Long Poems About Aging
#aging
My day so far
Of course they think I'm
Just a wee bit daft
Or crazy or strange
I keep telling them that
I am writing poems
About all this shit that's
Coming down and they say
That's nice or really?
As in they're really not interested
But politely say, about what
And I say
Person man woman camera TV
And the person is me
And the woman is Gaia
Just yesterday finally legal
And the man is the patriarchy
And the woman is the Venus of Willendorph which elicits squat
And the...
Just a wee bit daft
Or crazy or strange
I keep telling them that
I am writing poems
About all this shit that's
Coming down and they say
That's nice or really?
As in they're really not interested
But politely say, about what
And I say
Person man woman camera TV
And the person is me
And the woman is Gaia
Just yesterday finally legal
And the man is the patriarchy
And the woman is the Venus of Willendorph which elicits squat
And the...
#aging
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of popes & kings & weird-ass things
mr leong lies mouth agape
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu...
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu...
#aging
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Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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When We Learned What We Learned
When you were glitter and sparkles
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#wisdom
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Take that one chance and make it a great one
At a young age you were told "You have the whole world ahead of you to do what you like"
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
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Have Been alone

#aging
#sex
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A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
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Ringside
Tracy takes me to Ringside Steakhouse the day before my birthday
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
We get our entrees at 9:30 PM.
I've flown from Phoenix to Portland
Spent Thanksgiving with my sister
Then taken the train to Tacoma to visit old friends
By the time a bus gets me back to Portland, it's late and I'm not very hungry
I haven't seen Tracy in 14 years
and it's only the second time seeing him in almost twenty
He's not on social media, so I didn't know how to age him in my mind
I never thought of him as fat,
but he's lost something like 50 pounds ...
#aging
#boyfriend
#travel
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Never Too Late
It's never too late, you see the light,
You’re never too old to find what feels right,
Through the whispers of autumn, I wander alone,
Searching for sunshine, a heart to call home.
There’s a spark in the twilight, I feel it grow,
A chance for a lover to steal my soul.
It’s never too late to find love anew,
Somebody to hold, yeah, that’s you,
In the spring of our hearts, we’ll bloom and grow,
With passion and fire, let the love flow.
Oh, the redhead with freckles, a pretty smile,
She lights up my world, makes it...
You’re never too old to find what feels right,
Through the whispers of autumn, I wander alone,
Searching for sunshine, a heart to call home.
There’s a spark in the twilight, I feel it grow,
A chance for a lover to steal my soul.
It’s never too late to find love anew,
Somebody to hold, yeah, that’s you,
In the spring of our hearts, we’ll bloom and grow,
With passion and fire, let the love flow.
Oh, the redhead with freckles, a pretty smile,
She lights up my world, makes it...
#aging
#love
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Ode to My Older Love
I stand alone, gazing upon the stillness that was once the example of vitality. You, my beloved, who danced through life with the elegance of autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze, now lie in death, the melodies of your laughter silenced
We were an unlikely pair, separated by some 22 years, but you gave me one magical year. To the world, our love was a puzzle, pieces from different sets that should not fit, yet in your embrace, I found pleasures deeper than I’d ever known. When we made love, I was transported to a better place and one I longed to return to often.
...
We were an unlikely pair, separated by some 22 years, but you gave me one magical year. To the world, our love was a puzzle, pieces from different sets that should not fit, yet in your embrace, I found pleasures deeper than I’d ever known. When we made love, I was transported to a better place and one I longed to return to often.
...
#aging
#death
#love #lust
#love #lust
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Echoes of the Past
It was a cheap room in a cheap hotel he knew well. The only furnishings were a bed, a chair, and a small bedside table. The bathroom light was on casting a dim glow.
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile...
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile...
#admiration
#aging
#lust
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Aging