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.
Things adults do
Dear Emily,
The way you sang
Just like a toddler
Throwing a temper tantrum
Made my heart swim.
The world is dimmer
Without your stupid hokey
dirt bag love songs.
They were so pure.
Enjoy being a doctor
Or mathematician or whatever
Adults too old to
Sing do...
The way you sang
Just like a toddler
Throwing a temper tantrum
Made my heart swim.
The world is dimmer
Without your stupid hokey
dirt bag love songs.
They were so pure.
Enjoy being a doctor
Or mathematician or whatever
Adults too old to
Sing do...
#aging
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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Do that thing
They said
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool...
“come and do that thing you do,
not so young man”
And I stare blankly into my own mind for a moment
And try to figure out what that thing is while my fingers remember that they have done something in the way that they ache in a cool mid spring morning, wrapped around a red bull, the big can.
While my breath tries to remember in a wet-ish wheeze the things it may or may not have said. Always on the verge of a cough.
While my thoughts try to remember what they were thinking of before the ominous countdown toward forgetting what they were doing on a cool...
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
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Woman in the mirror
I am looking at the woman in the mirror
I'm started to see so much clearer
The time it took for me to see me
Didn't seem to happen gradually
It took time to see me
I didn't know who that truly was
You do not know how hard it is
To not feel as if you know who you see
Overcoming yesterday to walk into today
Allowed me to see so much clearer
So I had to make a change in how I saw me
That way I could see myself in a better view
#seeingthetruth
I'm started to see so much clearer
The time it took for me to see me
Didn't seem to happen gradually
It took time to see me
I didn't know who that truly was
You do not know how hard it is
To not feel as if you know who you see
Overcoming yesterday to walk into today
Allowed me to see so much clearer
So I had to make a change in how I saw me
That way I could see myself in a better view
#seeingthetruth
#LifeCycle
#aging
#dating
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Hymn to the Crone
When Cally died aged 33
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
#women
#LifeCycle
#aging
#pagan
#cancer
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Moonlapse
What symptoms are you noticing?” he asks.
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
#women
#frustration
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
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Final Battle*
Final Battle*
I have worn many hats and played many parts
and made numerous costume changes in my various roles
Sadly, first hand one day I will know "for whom the bell tolls"
until then I will cherish the good in a bad day if I have any smarts
In this lifetime, I have learn a few things
like the fact all 7 billion of us are flawed human beings
And when my back is against the wall
my best move is to drop my knees and pray to stand tall
that the written words of fools and sages
both begin on...
I have worn many hats and played many parts
and made numerous costume changes in my various roles
Sadly, first hand one day I will know "for whom the bell tolls"
until then I will cherish the good in a bad day if I have any smarts
In this lifetime, I have learn a few things
like the fact all 7 billion of us are flawed human beings
And when my back is against the wall
my best move is to drop my knees and pray to stand tall
that the written words of fools and sages
both begin on...
#death
#fate
#aging #responsibility
#aging #responsibility
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Zero Filter Left
More balls,
with each gray hair.....
with each gray hair.....
#aging
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since his stroke
difficulty in getting up of a morning,
and walking when I get up, and
talking words that refuse to be clear I’m a bit of a mess of a bloke
and walking when I get up, and
talking words that refuse to be clear I’m a bit of a mess of a bloke
#aging
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Post-Childhood Self-Mothering
Post-Childhood Mothering
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
#motherhood
#childhood
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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Young Me Versus Old Me
When I was young, I had all this energy and little knowledge. Google didn't exist. I had to rely on my elders for how to do things. Half the time they were worried I'd take their jobs, the other half they would suggest ways that would save my back, or my knees.
I didn't get it. I was a stupid young pup. I did things my way. I lifted things improperly. I worked much harder than I should have. I'm paying for it now.
If I had Google, or YouTube, I would have gotten so much more accomplished. They didn't exist back then. I was a pup running around in circles, or one...
I didn't get it. I was a stupid young pup. I did things my way. I lifted things improperly. I worked much harder than I should have. I'm paying for it now.
If I had Google, or YouTube, I would have gotten so much more accomplished. They didn't exist back then. I was a pup running around in circles, or one...
#aging
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fly trap
all these minutes
from all the years
collected together
like flys in a jar
with the lid tightly
on
each aching to
spread their
wings one last
time
as the clock breaths
it's last
from all the years
collected together
like flys in a jar
with the lid tightly
on
each aching to
spread their
wings one last
time
as the clock breaths
it's last
#fate
#aging
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young and fearless
i was once
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
#regret
#childhood
#frustration
#aging
#denial
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