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.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2023 00:20am
22nd Aug 2023 00:20am
old news
things have been stolen from the british museum, there’s irony for you
don’t get me wrong, I love the museum
is one of the best places to go on a cold wet afternoon
I was sitting in the pub reading the story in the newspaper
and I just found it funny
don’t get me wrong, I love the museum
is one of the best places to go on a cold wet afternoon
I was sitting in the pub reading the story in the newspaper
and I just found it funny
#aging
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
20th Aug 2023 3:00pm
20th Aug 2023 3:00pm
at the end of the day
there is nothing left to
wish for
there is nothing left to
battle against
there is nothing left to
hold onto
there is nothing left
to let go of
( there is nothing left to
hope for
there is nothing left to
unhope for)
dreams pull up their covers
and go to sleep
the day is limp and bleached
out
lying stretched out across my
lap like a old, tired cat looking
for rest,...
wish for
there is nothing left to
battle against
there is nothing left to
hold onto
there is nothing left
to let go of
( there is nothing left to
hope for
there is nothing left to
unhope for)
dreams pull up their covers
and go to sleep
the day is limp and bleached
out
lying stretched out across my
lap like a old, tired cat looking
for rest,...
#fate
#aging
#luck
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Aug 2023 6:36pm
19th Aug 2023 6:36pm
I'm a Swinger
Hot and sweaty
from half an hour on the basketball court
my eyes drifted to the nearby playground
everything filtered out
except the swings
You're not supposed to said my superego
fuck you said my id
soon I was facing the mountains
cool breeze on my face
my unrestrained mind
drifting to poetry
Don't tell me I'm too old
to swing on a swing
don't tell me I'm too old
for indulging in juvenile humor
don't tell me I'm too old
to write poems
of a certain nature
Actually, go ahead...
from half an hour on the basketball court
my eyes drifted to the nearby playground
everything filtered out
except the swings
You're not supposed to said my superego
fuck you said my id
soon I was facing the mountains
cool breeze on my face
my unrestrained mind
drifting to poetry
Don't tell me I'm too old
to swing on a swing
don't tell me I'm too old
for indulging in juvenile humor
don't tell me I'm too old
to write poems
of a certain nature
Actually, go ahead...
#happiness
#identity
#aging
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11 Comments
peninnah
Poem Published
18th Aug 2023 9:32am
18th Aug 2023 9:32am
THE RIDDLE OF TIME
There we were, (at the bloom of youth)
Assured and grit.
Certain we will-
By all means;Become!
"Look at you now,"
Time taunts with mockery and scorn.
"Undone-"
"Indeed you did become!"
Assured and grit.
Certain we will-
By all means;Become!
"Look at you now,"
Time taunts with mockery and scorn.
"Undone-"
"Indeed you did become!"
#betrayal
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#aging
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 8:12pm
15th Aug 2023 8:12pm
Loss of Faith
Loss of faith
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#LookingForLove
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javalini
Poem Published
12th Aug 2023 2:29am
12th Aug 2023 2:29am
OUR GOOD LOVE
i love
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
#happiness
#love
#beauty #aging
#beauty #aging
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AveryPineapple
Dan A
Dan A
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 10:09pm
9th Aug 2023 10:09pm
Yippee
My god people”
Says the boy
Delight in his voice
Cheezy snacks on his desk
His mom allowed him to drink cola
He has a liter bottle
He’s going to play fortnite and drink cola
Yippee
Why does it make me sad?
Nostalgic?
Sentimental
His day is made
He has what he wants in life
Coke and a video game
Like so many children
Over so many years
Through so many afternoons and evenings and well into mornings
Why do I want to cry?
I’m 29
My life has gone in more directions
Than...
Says the boy
Delight in his voice
Cheezy snacks on his desk
His mom allowed him to drink cola
He has a liter bottle
He’s going to play fortnite and drink cola
Yippee
Why does it make me sad?
Nostalgic?
Sentimental
His day is made
He has what he wants in life
Coke and a video game
Like so many children
Over so many years
Through so many afternoons and evenings and well into mornings
Why do I want to cry?
I’m 29
My life has gone in more directions
Than...
#confusion
#aging
#nostalgia
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 00:09am
8th Aug 2023 00:09am
a portrait of his later life
they see the stick,
and the awkward gait
that’s dragged along with it,
an old git
who loves his books
and his wife, and is
so much more than a cripple,
but who accepts that
that’s not how
it looks
and the awkward gait
that’s dragged along with it,
an old git
who loves his books
and his wife, and is
so much more than a cripple,
but who accepts that
that’s not how
it looks
#aging
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anonymouszoe
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 10:42pm
7th Aug 2023 10:42pm
Lyric 5
My childhood was filled with a bright little girl,
She was sweet and had silly little curls.
She’d spend the evenings reading in bed,
with a book in her hand,
and the world in her head.
She’d build figures out of lego,
but she never wanted to let go,
of the One Direction fish she kept in her room,
next to a Harry Styles doll with only one shoe.
I used to skate in the car park right next to my house,
hold on to my Dad, so I wouldn’t fall down.
I’d ride around on my bike, and bruise up my knees.
We’d bake cakes and...
She was sweet and had silly little curls.
She’d spend the evenings reading in bed,
with a book in her hand,
and the world in her head.
She’d build figures out of lego,
but she never wanted to let go,
of the One Direction fish she kept in her room,
next to a Harry Styles doll with only one shoe.
I used to skate in the car park right next to my house,
hold on to my Dad, so I wouldn’t fall down.
I’d ride around on my bike, and bruise up my knees.
We’d bake cakes and...
#teens
#childhood
#memories
#aging
#fatherhood
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
5th Aug 2023 1:14pm
5th Aug 2023 1:14pm
My Elder Self
Will I be pleased to meet my elder self?
Will I wish I’d sought an earlier exit,
or lived my life as someone else?
Will I wish I’d sought an earlier exit,
or lived my life as someone else?
#death
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
313 reads
6 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 2:32pm
4th Aug 2023 2:32pm
...and in time
..and in
time
where once there was
beauty
there will be only
blight
where once there was
love
there will be only cold, sharp
steel
where once there was a
chance
there will be only
purgatory
where once there was a
dream
there will be only a dry
hole
where once there was
flowers
there will be only
dirt
where once there was
joy
there will be only
desert
and still...
time
where once there was
beauty
there will be only
blight
where once there was
love
there will be only cold, sharp
steel
where once there was a
chance
there will be only
purgatory
where once there was a
dream
there will be only a dry
hole
where once there was
flowers
there will be only
dirt
where once there was
joy
there will be only
desert
and still...
#aging
#apathy
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Aug 2023 4:27pm
1st Aug 2023 4:27pm
neigbourhood
The neighborhood
At last, I found the bairro of my dreams
so quiet, for once I could hear the swallow sing
A grocery, a cafe and a pharmacy, what more does an old man need.
Tall trees protected by the North Westerly, here autumnal
leaves fall in peace.
Alas, I shall not live here, but go there on my bike
when I want to listen to stillness
At last, I found the bairro of my dreams
so quiet, for once I could hear the swallow sing
A grocery, a cafe and a pharmacy, what more does an old man need.
Tall trees protected by the North Westerly, here autumnal
leaves fall in peace.
Alas, I shall not live here, but go there on my bike
when I want to listen to stillness
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#dating
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