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.
oskar
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
8th Dec 2020 9:39am
bank robber
the bank robber
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be...
#marriage
#holiday
#aging
#luck
#fatherhood
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 8:46am
8th Dec 2020 8:46am
Winter 2020
Bare bulb bright
A lonely sight
Against the fading bones of the night
Boiling kettle
Tea for one
Household chores are all but done
Morning light
Dull and grey
Don't think I'll leave the house today
Television the only company
Time moves very slowly for me
In my chair or shuffling about
Staring into old photos that recount
Family Christmases gone
Life in the past
No one told me it wouldn't last
Now wind blows the final leaf
Skeleton trees in stark relief
Cobwebbed, dark
Robbing my belief
In...
A lonely sight
Against the fading bones of the night
Boiling kettle
Tea for one
Household chores are all but done
Morning light
Dull and grey
Don't think I'll leave the house today
Television the only company
Time moves very slowly for me
In my chair or shuffling about
Staring into old photos that recount
Family Christmases gone
Life in the past
No one told me it wouldn't last
Now wind blows the final leaf
Skeleton trees in stark relief
Cobwebbed, dark
Robbing my belief
In...
#depression
#loneliness
#winter
#aging
#pandemic
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PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
4th Dec 2020 7:38am
4th Dec 2020 7:38am
Mirror
She’s observing me.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
Bloated, sea-green eyes
Freckled with brownish bits.
Still pretty…
But.
There is more.
Cutting through her face
Are deep-set crevices
Bittered by the rigour
Of many lackluster years.
She’s attentive to the person looking back
Who’s undergoing a reckoning
Filing through
A flurry of anguish
At the lies she must believe
In order to rise from bed
Each day.
#depression
#aging
#emptiness
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 11:22pm
2nd Dec 2020 11:22pm
Rates of Morbidity
picture this
picture that
picture this''n'that,
[ or don'look at nothin'
at all. ]
I picture them picturing me in my
shiny coffin
wit all that silky lining and silky
pillows.
Of course, there'll be no silky,
be'pillowed
shiny cas'kette (Cas'kettle?), yeah,
casket,
to put my lifeless , maked-up,
corpus into.
/ jesuschrist....too fuckin eX'pensive. / ...
picture that
picture this''n'that,
[ or don'look at nothin'
at all. ]
I picture them picturing me in my
shiny coffin
wit all that silky lining and silky
pillows.
Of course, there'll be no silky,
be'pillowed
shiny cas'kette (Cas'kettle?), yeah,
casket,
to put my lifeless , maked-up,
corpus into.
/ jesuschrist....too fuckin eX'pensive. / ...
#dark
#death
#illness
#aging
#emptiness
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
1st Dec 2020 2:23pm
1st Dec 2020 2:23pm
Like Father, Like Son
#teens
#sex
#aging
92 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Nov 2020 2:21am
28th Nov 2020 2:21am
Some Where Over The Verrazzano Narrows Bridge (from Brooklyn side)
/b] PHOTO: Daniel Kozak Sr. USMM, c1948 [/b]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ain't it some
thing how
so many
things
have gotten
far far far
passed (past)
...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ain't it some
thing how
so many
things
have gotten
far far far
passed (past)
...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#aging
#daughter
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 3:24pm
24th Nov 2020 3:24pm
Momma Never Knew
#sex
#aging
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
24th Nov 2020 2:55pm
his first love
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#fate
#aging
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nikkimoe
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 4:46am
24th Nov 2020 4:46am
Beauty
Cursed with an eye for beauty.
Shallow like an almost
dry mud puddle, I feel with my eyes.
I will be alone with my memories
of all the faces I loved.
Never cared about the heart or soul
except now I'm getting old,
the exterior fades, what I want
won't want me sooner then later.
I could fucking cry.
The shallow mud puddle is almost dry.
Shallow like an almost
dry mud puddle, I feel with my eyes.
I will be alone with my memories
of all the faces I loved.
Never cared about the heart or soul
except now I'm getting old,
the exterior fades, what I want
won't want me sooner then later.
I could fucking cry.
The shallow mud puddle is almost dry.
#beauty
#death
#aging
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 10:37pm
17th Nov 2020 10:37pm
A SUDDEN INSIGHT'S COGNIZANT GLIMPSE (11-17-2020, 12:07am, Palm Springs, California)
as i
continue
to age
along my
lifes
increasingly
accelerated
journey here
with
sixty seven
now just
around
the bend
only
two and
a half
quick months
away
this sudden
brief insight
just occurred
to me
here
upon seeing
my naked
bodys reflection
in the
bathroom mirror
from whence
this spontaneous
seed thoughts
new poem
sprang forth
and so
quickly
arose
to say
and express
this here
now
i
await...
continue
to age
along my
lifes
increasingly
accelerated
journey here
with
sixty seven
now just
around
the bend
only
two and
a half
quick months
away
this sudden
brief insight
just occurred
to me
here
upon seeing
my naked
bodys reflection
in the
bathroom mirror
from whence
this spontaneous
seed thoughts
new poem
sprang forth
and so
quickly
arose
to say
and express
this here
now
i
await...
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#aging
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slipalong
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
Another bite at the cherry
My old Nissan
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
#romantic
#aging
#RitaDove
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 9:38pm
12th Nov 2020 9:38pm
Wallpaper Dreams
Creed: my sacrifice
https://youtube.com/watch?v=O-fyNgHdmLI
She cracks through
a crepe-paper husk of fragile memory;
her fragments scatter
where glass water shatters,
every color in her image.
My one true eye sees her --
recalls in an instant coming alight
and how she was my candle drowning
in a dream as the band played on
all the while to her tribute.
I never left her there where
she broke through my fractured skin
to remain; burned, branded
as I grew old --
I am only young...
https://youtube.com/watch?v=O-fyNgHdmLI
She cracks through
a crepe-paper husk of fragile memory;
her fragments scatter
where glass water shatters,
every color in her image.
My one true eye sees her --
recalls in an instant coming alight
and how she was my candle drowning
in a dream as the band played on
all the while to her tribute.
I never left her there where
she broke through my fractured skin
to remain; burned, branded
as I grew old --
I am only young...
#dreams
#music
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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