Long Poems About Aging
#aging
Styxian
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
13th Mar 2023 1:56am
Made It To Thursday
No, Elaine.
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
#sadness
#death
#aging
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
147 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 3:58am
15th Nov 2022 3:58am
A Healthy Mind, Temple, Promotes A Healthy State Of Existence
About time this medical journal reaches you, may it find the body at its peak performance, the strength of the mind in a serene place, and the heart pulsating to give you the vital essence of life.
We are moving into a new season of winter, just peaking on the horizon. Caution in the elements that could have dire consequences if we do not take care of our immune system, keep it holistically boosted, by eating the right food to sustain our vitality, exercising at least three times a week, for keep our lung oxygenated, and if you are elderly, or immobile due to unforeseeable...
We are moving into a new season of winter, just peaking on the horizon. Caution in the elements that could have dire consequences if we do not take care of our immune system, keep it holistically boosted, by eating the right food to sustain our vitality, exercising at least three times a week, for keep our lung oxygenated, and if you are elderly, or immobile due to unforeseeable...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction
#aging
#philosophical
301 reads
7 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
We are Born Again as Gods
Why do we deify our dead?
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
#death
#religion
#ghosts #aging
#ghosts #aging
197 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2022 7:57pm
23rd Aug 2022 7:57pm
Recycled teenager
Hi.
My name is Ellie.
I'm 45, but I don't look it.
According to my kids,
I don't act like it either.
In fact, the family recently
conducted a straw poll
to establish who among us
is the most immature.
I beat my 14- and 16-year old daughters
sparkly-nailed hands down,
and I'm proud of it too.
As a musician,
I reckon one is never too old
to learn an instrument...
or a language
or a list of pointless facts ...
My name is Ellie.
I'm 45, but I don't look it.
According to my kids,
I don't act like it either.
In fact, the family recently
conducted a straw poll
to establish who among us
is the most immature.
I beat my 14- and 16-year old daughters
sparkly-nailed hands down,
and I'm proud of it too.
As a musician,
I reckon one is never too old
to learn an instrument...
or a language
or a list of pointless facts ...
#funny
#aging
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
281 reads
11 Comments
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 9:44pm
18th Aug 2022 9:44pm
Without Oxygen
I walked today without oxygen
To where the corn on either side
Slapped leaf upon leaf
And urged me on.
The mulberry tree perhaps
Saw me unencumbered
By the heavy bottled air
And dropped a gift berry in celebration,
Scoffing at fallacies pathetic.
Magic whispered abracadabra attaboys
As I thought of my lover
And wished her here ...
To where the corn on either side
Slapped leaf upon leaf
And urged me on.
The mulberry tree perhaps
Saw me unencumbered
By the heavy bottled air
And dropped a gift berry in celebration,
Scoffing at fallacies pathetic.
Magic whispered abracadabra attaboys
As I thought of my lover
And wished her here ...
#death
#apocalypse
#aging
229 reads
4 Comments
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 8:18pm
20th Jul 2022 8:18pm
They Will Ask
What was it like,
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
#childhood
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
277 reads
8 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
12th Jul 2022 1:11pm
12th Jul 2022 1:11pm
Growing Older
#aging
#nostalgia
#LookingForLove
300 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
Cotton Fields
#sex
#aging
196 reads
6 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
28th Mar 2022 9:52am
28th Mar 2022 9:52am
Long Ago and Far Away
The hometown looks the same
It's the faces that have changed ... (seems)
Everyone I know has died or gone away
The old house looks the same
but only ghosts remain
in the shadows of the corners of my mind
As I walk beside the memories, I find it hard to breathe
Reliving all those years I've left behind
Long ago and far away
I was young forever and a day
Then time moved on and dreams crumbled into dust
Long ago and far away ...
It's the faces that have changed ... (seems)
Everyone I know has died or gone away
The old house looks the same
but only ghosts remain
in the shadows of the corners of my mind
As I walk beside the memories, I find it hard to breathe
Reliving all those years I've left behind
Long ago and far away
I was young forever and a day
Then time moved on and dreams crumbled into dust
Long ago and far away ...
#sadness
#TimeHeals
#aging
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
215 reads
2 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 12:07pm
25th Mar 2022 12:07pm
Life is beautiful
The weather is nice and sunny
It hasn't been this warm in months
The sun shines on my skin and I can feel it melting my numbness away
A light breeze is blowing and it tousles my hair
I breathe it in and it makes me feel lighter somehow
Frees me from whatever has been weighing me down
Life is beautiful, comes to my mind, unbidden
And it catches me off guard
Startles me even
Because when was the last time I thought that?
I don't really remember
I vaguely think it...
It hasn't been this warm in months
The sun shines on my skin and I can feel it melting my numbness away
A light breeze is blowing and it tousles my hair
I breathe it in and it makes me feel lighter somehow
Frees me from whatever has been weighing me down
Life is beautiful, comes to my mind, unbidden
And it catches me off guard
Startles me even
Because when was the last time I thought that?
I don't really remember
I vaguely think it...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#aging
#acceptance
#bittersweet
246 reads
10 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2022 9:30pm
23rd Mar 2022 9:30pm
To the Ghost of an Old Man
Old man in my mind I just dont know
Loved or hated you sure seem polarizing
I guess we have that in common, huh?
It's like everything I've been told of you
Is full of was and wasn't, had and had not
Were you a good father and a good husband?
Or were you a bastard drunk traumatizing both
Were you simply human and capable of both
Alcohol can poison the sweetest of hearts I know
I know you loved your truck and fishing
I know you worked at a junk yard crushing things everyday
But who were you old man? I sure don't know
I'm...
Loved or hated you sure seem polarizing
I guess we have that in common, huh?
It's like everything I've been told of you
Is full of was and wasn't, had and had not
Were you a good father and a good husband?
Or were you a bastard drunk traumatizing both
Were you simply human and capable of both
Alcohol can poison the sweetest of hearts I know
I know you loved your truck and fishing
I know you worked at a junk yard crushing things everyday
But who were you old man? I sure don't know
I'm...
#marriage
#death
#aging
#MovingOn
#escape
249 reads
10 Comments
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