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.
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
80 reads
2 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
When We Learned What We Learned
When you were glitter and sparkles
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#wisdom
78 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
28th Feb 2025 3:05pm
Thought Less
I worry,
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
often
That i think
to much
But
as i age
I worry
That i'll
reach a stage
Where
i may not
think at all......
by Jemia
#aging
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
66 reads
1 Comment
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:15pm
26th Feb 2025 10:15pm
Old
Father why are you so old
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.
#aging
66 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 11:29am
25th Feb 2025 11:29am
Hoods
Childhood
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
#aging
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
121 reads
13 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:05am
25th Feb 2025 5:05am
Ratio
Jewish Singles 60 & Over:
Hey members, we have 547 women signed up for our Zoom chat
and 8 men!
That's the most men we've ever had.
Get your sexy on ladies
for the big eight
One might even be interesting!
You have slightly better than lottery-like odds
but you know that queen of cleavage from Brazil is going to be on
and no doubt some other super slim hotties
competing for the bloated and bald
the short and the shy
the nerdy and not that nice
15 minutes in, a decent-looking male doctor will sign on ...
Hey members, we have 547 women signed up for our Zoom chat
and 8 men!
That's the most men we've ever had.
Get your sexy on ladies
for the big eight
One might even be interesting!
You have slightly better than lottery-like odds
but you know that queen of cleavage from Brazil is going to be on
and no doubt some other super slim hotties
competing for the bloated and bald
the short and the shy
the nerdy and not that nice
15 minutes in, a decent-looking male doctor will sign on ...
#aging
#dating
157 reads
12 Comments
BITS
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:24am
24th Feb 2025 5:24am
Memento Mori
I have mastered shouting at the stars,
I now know how to speak to storms,
Liquid pity in my eyes,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I hear the words braided in the wind,
Hurling my curses into the void,
Whisper sweet nothings to the unquiet dark,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I have learned to paint with nebulous hues,
To sew with gossamer threads,
Construct unreal intangibles,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment,...
I now know how to speak to storms,
Liquid pity in my eyes,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I hear the words braided in the wind,
Hurling my curses into the void,
Whisper sweet nothings to the unquiet dark,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I have learned to paint with nebulous hues,
To sew with gossamer threads,
Construct unreal intangibles,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment,...
#aging
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
104 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:44pm
19th Feb 2025 3:44pm
Fruit for a Season
The lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes,
and the pride of life will pass away
and I, as one given to such desires,
will pass away as well and cease to exist.
The beauty that captured me in your eyes was like
sunlight glimmering on a floating bubble
that lasts only a moment.
When the liquid edges of our lives collide with death,
we cease to be.
We will not have a home in darkness.
We will not dwell in some spirit world.
We will not BE at all.
I bowed between the spreading wings
that gave...
and the pride of life will pass away
and I, as one given to such desires,
will pass away as well and cease to exist.
The beauty that captured me in your eyes was like
sunlight glimmering on a floating bubble
that lasts only a moment.
When the liquid edges of our lives collide with death,
we cease to be.
We will not have a home in darkness.
We will not dwell in some spirit world.
We will not BE at all.
I bowed between the spreading wings
that gave...
#aging
#death
#LifeCycle #sex
#LifeCycle #sex
218 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:22pm
18th Feb 2025 11:22pm
and as for those I loved
whether I knew them from
television or records or
real life growing up it isn’t pleasant
to see them all dying
television or records or
real life growing up it isn’t pleasant
to see them all dying
#aging
72 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
18th Feb 2025 7:49am
Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
67 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
sorry your phone’s broke
older I get
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
#aging
#food
#nostalgia #technology
#nostalgia #technology
78 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:57am
11th Feb 2025 00:57am
tomorrow
I’m tired
of what?
I don’t know
I’m too tired to analyse it
maybe (may be)
tomorrow
of what?
I don’t know
I’m too tired to analyse it
maybe (may be)
tomorrow
#aging
104 reads
9 Comments
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