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.
poetryaccident
Poem Published
27th Oct 2017 1:16am
27th Oct 2017 1:16am
Two in Bush
Shadows remain of the largesse
boon of youth now well spent
replaced by a prize of the years
trade endowed by Father Time
once the lines were more straight
or untouched by gravity
curves blessed to remain
until the swap had been made
all I had was that frame
and promise of a future time
what I thought was poverty
was much more when I look back
now I look around the world
to see my friends who exist
in a realm in which I walked
now removed by a chasm’s breadth
gold arrived with the silver ...
boon of youth now well spent
replaced by a prize of the years
trade endowed by Father Time
once the lines were more straight
or untouched by gravity
curves blessed to remain
until the swap had been made
all I had was that frame
and promise of a future time
what I thought was poverty
was much more when I look back
now I look around the world
to see my friends who exist
in a realm in which I walked
now removed by a chasm’s breadth
gold arrived with the silver ...
#identity
#beauty
#TimeHeals
#aging
#PersonalGrowth
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 7:58am
20th Oct 2017 7:58am
a blanket and a coffin
A blanket and a coffin
It had been raining for days, and everything felt damp
now the sun was shining the old man took out his coffin
from the shed, opened the lid and took out the folded
blanket and a pillow to dry it and take out the dank smell.
He sat by the computer and didn`t notice it was raining
again, and when he did notice the coffin was full of water,
and the neighbours’ ducks used it as a pond.
He upended the coffin; it would take days to dry it now
hoped the weather would hold for at least three days.
The old man knew he...
It had been raining for days, and everything felt damp
now the sun was shining the old man took out his coffin
from the shed, opened the lid and took out the folded
blanket and a pillow to dry it and take out the dank smell.
He sat by the computer and didn`t notice it was raining
again, and when he did notice the coffin was full of water,
and the neighbours’ ducks used it as a pond.
He upended the coffin; it would take days to dry it now
hoped the weather would hold for at least three days.
The old man knew he...
#death
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Oct 2017 00:00am
13th Oct 2017 00:00am
your confusing days with decays ..
everything ages at the same rate
as everything else around it
so if tomorrow you're a day older
well so is everything else for that matter
so what does that matter ..
as everything else around it
so if tomorrow you're a day older
well so is everything else for that matter
so what does that matter ..
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#aging
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
11th Oct 2017 3:30pm
11th Oct 2017 3:30pm
Imagination
As the mornings grow colder
The seasons unfold
Autumn is coming
But we never grow old
A full moon is rising
Now the waxing, now wane
Then the new moon greets us
We are children again
The star canopy delights us
Hidden fireflies excite
Running through the forest
Dreaming together tonight
The sun rise tomorrow
In the cool autumn breeze
Will fill our minds again
And plant a new seed
Finding hidden paths
We navigate the way
Holding hand in hand
To the myth of old age
The seasons unfold
Autumn is coming
But we never grow old
A full moon is rising
Now the waxing, now wane
Then the new moon greets us
We are children again
The star canopy delights us
Hidden fireflies excite
Running through the forest
Dreaming together tonight
The sun rise tomorrow
In the cool autumn breeze
Will fill our minds again
And plant a new seed
Finding hidden paths
We navigate the way
Holding hand in hand
To the myth of old age
#love
#nature
#aging
#uplifting
#LifeCycle
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jonni_inferno
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2017 2:30am
2nd Oct 2017 2:30am
Colors Fading, Hear Them Sigh...
autumn leaves
upon the ground
colors fade
from gold to brown
cold wind brushing
across my cheek
whispers softly
in my ear
that the years
are quickly
passing by
'neath the starlit
winter skies
colors fading
hear them sigh
dont understand
where all my youth
was spent
how all
that I once loved
is now
nothing more
than shifting sand
upon these
desert shores
everlasting
immortal years
of distant youth
have...
upon the ground
colors fade
from gold to brown
cold wind brushing
across my cheek
whispers softly
in my ear
that the years
are quickly
passing by
'neath the starlit
winter skies
colors fading
hear them sigh
dont understand
where all my youth
was spent
how all
that I once loved
is now
nothing more
than shifting sand
upon these
desert shores
everlasting
immortal years
of distant youth
have...
#trees
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Chessemillperez
Poem Published
26th Sep 2017 9:33pm
26th Sep 2017 9:33pm
In a room filled with fishy looking strangers
I think I am getting older
as life becomes much slower
atoms separate into dust
as my bones changes into rust
as my whole life has been about taking up space
gaining the ribbon at some imagery finish line
running a race against time... saving face-
my periwinkle orchid, come to me in lilac and amethyst, dance a spell onto
me...stay…my mauve doll...find me in your labyrinth, where only we can play.
as life becomes much slower
atoms separate into dust
as my bones changes into rust
as my whole life has been about taking up space
gaining the ribbon at some imagery finish line
running a race against time... saving face-
my periwinkle orchid, come to me in lilac and amethyst, dance a spell onto
me...stay…my mauve doll...find me in your labyrinth, where only we can play.
#hope
#LifeCycle
#aging #StreamOfConsciousness
#aging #StreamOfConsciousness
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Hdrider
Uncle Tex
Uncle Tex
Poem Published
14th Sep 2017 2:32am
14th Sep 2017 2:32am
Growing Old and Round
I watch as I age as my body falters
Too much weight and gravity takes over
My head grows bald and belly round
I can barely see my feet on the ground
When i pee i have to sit down, unless there is mirror laying on the ground
Oh where has time gone and my body once be
Oh hell I will just let it be
But be it known
This just a poem and not a description of the true me
Too much weight and gravity takes over
My head grows bald and belly round
I can barely see my feet on the ground
When i pee i have to sit down, unless there is mirror laying on the ground
Oh where has time gone and my body once be
Oh hell I will just let it be
But be it known
This just a poem and not a description of the true me
#identity
#food
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfReflection
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Cosmonaut-x
Poem Published
9th Sep 2017 2:38am
9th Sep 2017 2:38am
Stepping away
This must be a joke
It can't be real I must be dreaming
Having this love affair the secrets the sinning
It was never supposed to be this way
There were rules she said
No feelings just physical
And I agreed willingly
But she caught feelings
I owned that pussy
Making her squirt for me easily
She begged me for dick almost intoxicated with it
Then she said she loved me
Changing everything
Now there was emotion and feeling
Something we were avoiding
We should of stopped when we first noticed
But were just...
It can't be real I must be dreaming
Having this love affair the secrets the sinning
It was never supposed to be this way
There were rules she said
No feelings just physical
And I agreed willingly
But she caught feelings
I owned that pussy
Making her squirt for me easily
She begged me for dick almost intoxicated with it
Then she said she loved me
Changing everything
Now there was emotion and feeling
Something we were avoiding
We should of stopped when we first noticed
But were just...
#ShortStory
#aging
#historical
#boredom
#nonfiction
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Poetryman
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 12:02pm
25th Aug 2017 12:02pm
Silence is Acceptance
Fear grabbed me by the throat
Took my breath away to erase zealous defiance
Enslaving me within my own jaded duplicity
Wedged between over-confidence and arrogance
As if either one could comfort the rationale of silence
Emerging when immersed in the tears of falling angels
Whose wings were singed by the feverish chill emanating
From the souls behind the eyes concealing undead lies
Uttered only in the minds cynics with throats cut side to side
I cannot fathom critique from partisans who've said nothing
For untold ages while the battle...
Took my breath away to erase zealous defiance
Enslaving me within my own jaded duplicity
Wedged between over-confidence and arrogance
As if either one could comfort the rationale of silence
Emerging when immersed in the tears of falling angels
Whose wings were singed by the feverish chill emanating
From the souls behind the eyes concealing undead lies
Uttered only in the minds cynics with throats cut side to side
I cannot fathom critique from partisans who've said nothing
For untold ages while the battle...
#grief
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
#SelfReflection
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Aug 2017 11:35pm
18th Aug 2017 11:35pm
(NICE) fckn Golden Years
how come
to
this place of broken fckn eldering?
so little space for such broke relics,
tho the adverts
shout (obscenely)
'bout how
NICE
it all is........once ye join aarpaarpaarpaarpaarp /
think them super'ultra'posi'tive idears.
whothfck are wee, anyway? were wee ever any'thing at all?
(just put'em a-way before they get-in-the-way of
...
to
this place of broken fckn eldering?
so little space for such broke relics,
tho the adverts
shout (obscenely)
'bout how
NICE
it all is........once ye join aarpaarpaarpaarpaarp /
think them super'ultra'posi'tive idears.
whothfck are wee, anyway? were wee ever any'thing at all?
(just put'em a-way before they get-in-the-way of
...
#anger
#frustration
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 1:32am
15th Aug 2017 1:32am
bright lights, big city ..
it's only when you
see, say, an old
film
that you realise
how much things
have changed
over the years
everything
used to be
so
black & white
grimy
grey
more dark
than light ..
see, say, an old
film
that you realise
how much things
have changed
over the years
everything
used to be
so
black & white
grimy
grey
more dark
than light ..
#dark
#aging
#historical
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zebrablack
Zebra Black
Zebra Black
Poem Published
9th Aug 2017 11:37pm
9th Aug 2017 11:37pm
FOREST OF DOGS
i live in a small clutch
where people seem to think in a discordant chorus
where beauty and eloquence
are lost
to small talk muling monkeys
and mute turnips
am i an old man
i feel like a bird in a forest of dogs
i am my own ancestor
haunted by the intimate sufferings
of the autumn years
i find my self
a teacher
a child
a satyr
in a temporal crisis
shifting my bones
feeling hollow
thinking i want to finish
more then i want to continue
it is my love of beauty...
where people seem to think in a discordant chorus
where beauty and eloquence
are lost
to small talk muling monkeys
and mute turnips
am i an old man
i feel like a bird in a forest of dogs
i am my own ancestor
haunted by the intimate sufferings
of the autumn years
i find my self
a teacher
a child
a satyr
in a temporal crisis
shifting my bones
feeling hollow
thinking i want to finish
more then i want to continue
it is my love of beauty...
#myself
#aging
#SelfReflection
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