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.
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
The Hood
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
#aging
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
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flowergirl
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
16th Mar 2025 6:22pm
Hours, Minutes, Seconds
here I am at 3 something in the morning
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
#aging
#death
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
9th Mar 2025 2:06pm
Why is Art?
I sometimes think
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
that when you’re young
you think of art as
a provocation,
and when you’re old
you take it as
a comfort more
than anything,
and in between
it serves as both
depending on
each need and want.
#aging
#art
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
#MovingOn #SelfDiscovery
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
Eternal Night
In grace, they bloomed, life's tender breasts,
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
#aging
#death
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
7th Mar 2025 1:54am
in her nineties, she doesn’t think it will happen again
mum was a child in the
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
second world war and
I was born thirteen years after all
she says life has to go on
#aging
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Baldwin
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
5th Mar 2025 12:21pm
Decayimg
I never until recent days believed
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
that I, afore I’m in the grave,
would ever find
my body decomposing.
How much I’m knowing now
as I decay before my eyes,
that this belief
was vanityed supposing!
#aging
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not_accounted_for
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 3:34am
5th Mar 2025 3:34am
Grey
Childhood bliss,
Hiding under blankets
In a dark night
Soon the covers would be taken
Just for spite.
Unknown to hate,
A small sprout
Sheltered by trees
I miss those days when we'd run around
as we pleased.
Childhood was forgiving,
Childhood was free.
Childhood was less than rent now for me.
Now it's all different
What colors?
They refract and bend.
It seems this harsh reality won't end.
What once was radiant,
is now grey
And the children are filled with dismay
Because that's...
Hiding under blankets
In a dark night
Soon the covers would be taken
Just for spite.
Unknown to hate,
A small sprout
Sheltered by trees
I miss those days when we'd run around
as we pleased.
Childhood was forgiving,
Childhood was free.
Childhood was less than rent now for me.
Now it's all different
What colors?
They refract and bend.
It seems this harsh reality won't end.
What once was radiant,
is now grey
And the children are filled with dismay
Because that's...
#aging
#childhood
#escape #oppression
#escape #oppression
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Baldwin
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 5:27pm
4th Mar 2025 5:27pm
I live a life that wearies me
I live a life that wearies me.
All vigor in my limbs has drained away
I flail my feet uncertainly
with heavy steps
upon the ground
and make my way from here to there
with a diminished stride.
I know no comfort lies in any coming hour
of coming days,
no promise there of livening by touch
or tender word.
Desire no longer stirs my mind,
my blood. Capacity for joy is petrified.
Regret’s my constant company.
My eyesight dims.
My memory is slight.
It has become a dull
and failing...
All vigor in my limbs has drained away
I flail my feet uncertainly
with heavy steps
upon the ground
and make my way from here to there
with a diminished stride.
I know no comfort lies in any coming hour
of coming days,
no promise there of livening by touch
or tender word.
Desire no longer stirs my mind,
my blood. Capacity for joy is petrified.
Regret’s my constant company.
My eyesight dims.
My memory is slight.
It has become a dull
and failing...
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 00:18am
4th Mar 2025 00:18am
being lame
I balked at the kerb like
a horse at a fence
lost my nerve, but
not my common sense
a horse at a fence
lost my nerve, but
not my common sense
#aging
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Baldwin
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 3:03pm
2nd Mar 2025 3:03pm
decline
I nave become much like
a building ready for
a notice of condemnent.
My eyes, my strength
my memory
and all my wellsprings of desire
are in an irreversible decline
arrayed unripe and dry.
The brightening promises
of fertile yesterdays
are dimmed
and dusty made
so brittle and betrayed.
a building ready for
a notice of condemnent.
My eyes, my strength
my memory
and all my wellsprings of desire
are in an irreversible decline
arrayed unripe and dry.
The brightening promises
of fertile yesterdays
are dimmed
and dusty made
so brittle and betrayed.
#aging
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:00pm
28th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Life force
What makes them cling to life?
The old men stooped over their Zimmer frames.
The withered mothers, grandmothers, struggling with their change at the checkout.
Why don't they just give up?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Could it be the morning birdsong?
The scent of blooming jasmine?
The giggles of a toddler?
The smile of a new mother?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Perhaps the memory of their youth?
The thought of their first love? ...
The old men stooped over their Zimmer frames.
The withered mothers, grandmothers, struggling with their change at the checkout.
Why don't they just give up?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Could it be the morning birdsong?
The scent of blooming jasmine?
The giggles of a toddler?
The smile of a new mother?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Perhaps the memory of their youth?
The thought of their first love? ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
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