Poems about Aging
#aging
Poems about aging and the aging process. Poetry about what it's like to watch family and loved ones get older. Poems about aging includes everything from a midlife crisis, to our twilight years.
Baldwin
Poem Published
Today 1:29pm
Today 1:29pm
Mirrored self
My body is no longer sound.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
#aging
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
18th Jan 2025 6:25pm
Miss Timed
The goddess of time
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
Doth toy with me today
To to early
For an appointment
That is already running late
Is this her trickery?
Or is it just fate?
Only time will tell
Yet time remains fickle
Under the time goddesses spell
by Jemia
#aging
#LifeAsAWriter
#MovingOn #philosophical
#MovingOn #philosophical
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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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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
where in the world
This is a place I never would have thought I could even go to. The asylum doors are bare. Their sanctuary smells and sounds never have washed off me. When ever I am ready, if and when this day arrives, promise me this do not take me here. Stay at my side, wash the cobwebs from the corners of my mouth and eyes. Do not dry my tears. Brave me with magma, make belief, stay, do not leave me, let me become an illusionist just once more. Coo me a dove right then right there!
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
#aging
#humankind
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
A Slow Demise
Like old photographs,
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
#aging
#memories
#senryu
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:57pm
15th Jan 2025 11:57pm
Waiting for what
The pebbles are coming into my shoes
as the gravel takes my voice
dirt roads and stop signs
too far along now
this was the choice
spinning fan above me
hard wood floors underneath
no time to sit and ponder
lost my chance to speak
brew up some fresh coffee
put on an old flannel
throw the dog a bone
if I don't get moving now
i may end up
all alone
as the gravel takes my voice
dirt roads and stop signs
too far along now
this was the choice
spinning fan above me
hard wood floors underneath
no time to sit and ponder
lost my chance to speak
brew up some fresh coffee
put on an old flannel
throw the dog a bone
if I don't get moving now
i may end up
all alone
#aging
#MovingOn
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:31pm
13th Jan 2025 4:31pm
keep me young at heart
Give me a lover who can laugh.
Bring affection, care, & friendship, yes
Yet know the art of playful silly.
Love me with the depth of serious conversation
Then romp wild & free with my inner child.
Love me when my hair blows messily across my face.
Come, we’ll laugh heartily, sans inhibitions,
at each other’s jokes.
Tussle with and tickle me on the bed
Until our hair and clothes are tousled
Lighted by our widening smiles Then,
pause to hold me tight and close & calm.
Love me when I smile to big, laugh too Ioud, ...
Bring affection, care, & friendship, yes
Yet know the art of playful silly.
Love me with the depth of serious conversation
Then romp wild & free with my inner child.
Love me when my hair blows messily across my face.
Come, we’ll laugh heartily, sans inhibitions,
at each other’s jokes.
Tussle with and tickle me on the bed
Until our hair and clothes are tousled
Lighted by our widening smiles Then,
pause to hold me tight and close & calm.
Love me when I smile to big, laugh too Ioud, ...
#aging
#friendship
#love
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MamiB
Mamii
Mamii
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
Raw Versions of Me
I guess underneath it all, I’m something like a monster
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
#addiction
#aging
#MentalHealth #motherhood
#MentalHealth #motherhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 1:09am
12th Jan 2025 1:09am
I know I tend to fall down
middle aged woman, in my
eyes young, asks if I need
help to cross the road; I say, no, thanks for asking
how old do you think I am ..
eyes young, asks if I need
help to cross the road; I say, no, thanks for asking
how old do you think I am ..
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 00:05am
6th Jan 2025 00:05am
upon trees and growing old
I loved your leaves, but come
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
#aging
#trees
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 00:06am
5th Jan 2025 00:06am
quick, another double ..
being architecturally and
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
#aging
70 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:35am
4th Jan 2025 11:35am
Me Cat. Com!
I know i'm in my sixties now
I'm not in denial of how
(Which means i am!)
Lies, lies, damn lies!!!
I'm actually twenty seven
With the curiousity of a cat
I'm a cat in a hat
With wings of a butterfly
(The cat ate the body, but left the wings!)
Poor butterfly, for goodness sake
That it should be used in a cake
Then end up in my mouth
As if by mistake!
by Jemia
I'm not in denial of how
(Which means i am!)
Lies, lies, damn lies!!!
I'm actually twenty seven
With the curiousity of a cat
I'm a cat in a hat
With wings of a butterfly
(The cat ate the body, but left the wings!)
Poor butterfly, for goodness sake
That it should be used in a cake
Then end up in my mouth
As if by mistake!
by Jemia
#aging
#butterfly
#cats
#funny
#satirical
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