Long Poems About Aging
#aging
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
25th Mar 2025 9:01am
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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Seed
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
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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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
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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16 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
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
113 reads
6 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:33pm
25th Jan 2025 2:33pm
Have Been alone
#aging
#sex
248 reads
2 Comments
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
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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5 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
14th Dec 2024 2:06am
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
165 reads
5 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:32am
7th Dec 2024 8:32am
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
139 reads
3 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:08pm
4th Dec 2024 4:08pm
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
185 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 4:04am
21st Oct 2024 4:04am
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
200 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
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19 Comments
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