Long Poems About Aging
#aging
Maple666
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 2:56pm
11th Jul 2023 2:56pm
Reprieve .
He should have been know as colours as his soul was tethered to the dawning of new days . In blues and whites with a smatterings of greens . Every morning that his eyes set upon such simple gifts he felt very affluent given gold coins to put in his pocket. He wasn’t a man to waste time he had been challenged in ways you don’t want to be and it made him blatantly aware of that rhythmic beating in his chest and how with the grace of god he had been blessed . With a reprieve of living with the knowledge that it had been a close call to close for comfort but he was was miraculously gifted extra...
#birth
#death
#aging
#freedom
#nostalgia
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Maple666
Poem Published
12th May 2023 10:39pm
12th May 2023 10:39pm
A twenty four hour bug thing .
I’ve never felt so controlled. I’m not that type I know my own mind . A handsome face Is just a face after all and blue lagoon eyes may make you want to get naked and jump in for a dip but what of it . I’m not easy to be persuaded to let go of anything below the surface . My dress Is fastened with the top button resting neatly at the nape of my neck and flows way past my knees saying hello to my wedge sandals .Everything is present and correct but when I look at him I blush an explosive ruby red and now I start to pray . Holy mother of god please let him not be a mind reader. I’m losing my...
#anxiety
#funny
#ShortStory
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging
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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
510 reads
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 4:23am
12th Mar 2023 4:23am
Dolorosa
aging
is grieving a thousand
small losses;
waking up to
silver hairs, a
handful at a time
or insult making love
to injury - your loss of
desire for the wild
and passionate;
it haunts you, a hungry hound
but hell, you’re tired,
and peace sounds
mighty fine
right about now
each small loss
still hurts
in a way
you can’t define;
its edges dull and
aching, longing -
it creeps in whenever
you have the guts
to sit still in the quiet
of kids moved out ...
is grieving a thousand
small losses;
waking up to
silver hairs, a
handful at a time
or insult making love
to injury - your loss of
desire for the wild
and passionate;
it haunts you, a hungry hound
but hell, you’re tired,
and peace sounds
mighty fine
right about now
each small loss
still hurts
in a way
you can’t define;
its edges dull and
aching, longing -
it creeps in whenever
you have the guts
to sit still in the quiet
of kids moved out ...
#grief
#aging
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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
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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
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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
348 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
487 reads
11 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
12th Jul 2022 1:11pm
12th Jul 2022 1:11pm
Growing Older
#aging
#nostalgia
#LookingForLove
494 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
7th Jun 2022 1:13am
Cotton Fields
#sex
#aging
374 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
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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...
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...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#aging
#acceptance
#bittersweet
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