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
29th Oct 2022 1:08pm
29th Oct 2022 1:08pm
the wanderer
The Wanderer
His marriage was of the middle-class type
the house bought years ago had trebled in value
which his wife liked to point out.
Of course, few people actually own a house
as they pay the mortgage, ownership is an illusion.
He was an average man with a good job, lived
a good life, fucked his wife every Saturday night
after drinking wine when the loins stirred.
He was not happy he was sad, thought life
had a better thing to offer and walked away.
Through towns and villages, he wandered to find
the elusive that gave...
His marriage was of the middle-class type
the house bought years ago had trebled in value
which his wife liked to point out.
Of course, few people actually own a house
as they pay the mortgage, ownership is an illusion.
He was an average man with a good job, lived
a good life, fucked his wife every Saturday night
after drinking wine when the loins stirred.
He was not happy he was sad, thought life
had a better thing to offer and walked away.
Through towns and villages, he wandered to find
the elusive that gave...
#birth
#marriage
#childhood
#aging
#dating
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 11:33pm
26th Oct 2022 11:33pm
alone in my dreams
Sometimes I drown in fantasy
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would...
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would...
#SelfHarm
#aging
#PTSD
#sacrifice
#vulnerability
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Oct 2022 7:57pm
24th Oct 2022 7:57pm
Fickle
The days grow ever short
making me resort
to some old fashioned
nostalgia…
recalling younger days
in an endearing haze
when I did not know winter
before I had not forgot
to always remember
the fickleness of November
making me resort
to some old fashioned
nostalgia…
recalling younger days
in an endearing haze
when I did not know winter
before I had not forgot
to always remember
the fickleness of November
#death
#fall
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2022 8:22am
22nd Oct 2022 8:22am
8th and La Brea
I stood a few hundred yards down the block
Looking at the old Firestone sign
The tire station has been turned into a modern and hip brewery
But I could hardly recognize everything else around
Another block north
The old building on Wilshire
With its Art Deco facade still stands taller than newer lofts around it
The Asahi sign at the very top has been gone for years
And the Samsung sign that replaced it
Gone too
It still bares it’s mark
I remember driving down the boulevard
Looking at the bright lights at night ...
Looking at the old Firestone sign
The tire station has been turned into a modern and hip brewery
But I could hardly recognize everything else around
Another block north
The old building on Wilshire
With its Art Deco facade still stands taller than newer lofts around it
The Asahi sign at the very top has been gone for years
And the Samsung sign that replaced it
Gone too
It still bares it’s mark
I remember driving down the boulevard
Looking at the bright lights at night ...
#memories
#aging
#SelfReflection
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eightmore
Poem Published
15th Oct 2022 10:41am
15th Oct 2022 10:41am
Reminiscing
#sex
#aging
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Alviola
Poem Published
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
12th Oct 2022 8:31pm
We are Born Again as Gods
Why do we deify our dead?
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
Right from the shock of a slap
on the back of the child to start
the motor that purrs, hums, snores,
right from the rupture,
surfacing blind from placenta,
from the gift of first gasp,
human begins the decay,
the decline to grey and hobble,
the blackening of lung and liver,
the shattering of hipbone,
stubbornness of breathing falters,
the breath one cannot hold
for a minute is held forever,
cavities are now a stage
for the...
#death
#religion
#ghosts #aging
#ghosts #aging
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
12th Oct 2022 6:18am
12th Oct 2022 6:18am
LET'S CELEBRATE DESPITE THE WEIGHT
Oh, what the hell!
It's natural!
Let's celebrate
despite the weight
that's descended
and expanded
the hips and ass
of this 'hour glass'
of a figure.
Some may snigger
but it it is my
lived-in body.
I'm what I am;
don't give a damn!
It's natural!
Let's celebrate
despite the weight
that's descended
and expanded
the hips and ass
of this 'hour glass'
of a figure.
Some may snigger
but it it is my
lived-in body.
I'm what I am;
don't give a damn!
#rhyming
#aging
#philosophical #SelfWorth
#philosophical #SelfWorth
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 7:49am
9th Oct 2022 7:49am
Dubiety
There are countless poems...un-writ
Ready for delusions grandeur
Or the brief brilliance of a twit
Renown as a silly raconteur
Due to his love for his own voice
And for the love of errant thought
That lets his jaded brain rejoice
In any manner that it's got.
But jocund quips are not in vogue
When everyone is in a snit
And good intentions will turn rogue,
If they can get away with it...
To harvest, from an ear of scorn,
Old melancholy newly born.
Ready for delusions grandeur
Or the brief brilliance of a twit
Renown as a silly raconteur
Due to his love for his own voice
And for the love of errant thought
That lets his jaded brain rejoice
In any manner that it's got.
But jocund quips are not in vogue
When everyone is in a snit
And good intentions will turn rogue,
If they can get away with it...
To harvest, from an ear of scorn,
Old melancholy newly born.
#aging
#disappointment
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 4:51pm
8th Oct 2022 4:51pm
old enough to lose a dream
where did it
go?
maybe I was careless
and it fell from my
pocket when I grabbed
a fiver to pay for
my Americano.
maybe it was pushed
out of bed on a restless
night and rolled under
a low slung
dresser.
maybe it became
tired of waiting and
moved on to someone
better, far more
radiant than I.
maybe it drugged too
much and went
insane.
maybe it grew tired
of being ignored
and divorced me
maybe it was convicted
of the crime of apathy ...
go?
maybe I was careless
and it fell from my
pocket when I grabbed
a fiver to pay for
my Americano.
maybe it was pushed
out of bed on a restless
night and rolled under
a low slung
dresser.
maybe it became
tired of waiting and
moved on to someone
better, far more
radiant than I.
maybe it drugged too
much and went
insane.
maybe it grew tired
of being ignored
and divorced me
maybe it was convicted
of the crime of apathy ...
#sadness
#grief
#UnrequitedLove #aging
#UnrequitedLove #aging
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
7th Oct 2022 6:35am
7th Oct 2022 6:35am
Locked
when the curtain calls
and it’s time to pack your bags
did you ever think this day would come?
living young, never caring
about the light at the end of the tunnel
this mundane life
seems like a prize
you never asked for
with her eyes
wanting to be back there with you
the destination is never as exciting
as the journey
wish I could hit the road
find places less known
where druggies play with the elite
gathering at a rock concert
where people actually move their feet
partying as if there’s no...
and it’s time to pack your bags
did you ever think this day would come?
living young, never caring
about the light at the end of the tunnel
this mundane life
seems like a prize
you never asked for
with her eyes
wanting to be back there with you
the destination is never as exciting
as the journey
wish I could hit the road
find places less known
where druggies play with the elite
gathering at a rock concert
where people actually move their feet
partying as if there’s no...
#music
#myself
#aging
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 9:45pm
6th Oct 2022 9:45pm
Renaissance
Renaissance
Tresses dyed in strawberry
Cascade over tapioca shoulders
Still luxuriant
Her creamy dreamy soda smile
Is a pink lipstick straw
On a dulcet cloud
That floats in sarsaparilla
For vanilla dreams
When tousled strands fly free
In the dizzying spray
Of her oceanic odyssey
Her medieval blues
Turned into a rosy renaissance
For waltzing with the surf
In a thrift store dress
Purple as her royal bones ...
Tresses dyed in strawberry
Cascade over tapioca shoulders
Still luxuriant
Her creamy dreamy soda smile
Is a pink lipstick straw
On a dulcet cloud
That floats in sarsaparilla
For vanilla dreams
When tousled strands fly free
In the dizzying spray
Of her oceanic odyssey
Her medieval blues
Turned into a rosy renaissance
For waltzing with the surf
In a thrift store dress
Purple as her royal bones ...
#sea
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging #sensual
#aging #sensual
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Oct 2022 8:17pm
5th Oct 2022 8:17pm
My Own Bones
Everything she said was like a
secret voice speaking straight
out of my bones” ~ Sylvia Plath
I feel these bones most
in this old wintery discontent
when my body aches
when its silence breaks
crackles static electricity
becomes again dynamic
potential into kinetic
motion is its only burden
which cannot bear itself
knowing every word I said
means more after I am dead
secret voice speaking straight
out of my bones” ~ Sylvia Plath
I feel these bones most
in this old wintery discontent
when my body aches
when its silence breaks
crackles static electricity
becomes again dynamic
potential into kinetic
motion is its only burden
which cannot bear itself
knowing every word I said
means more after I am dead
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#MentalHealth
#aging
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