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.
Alviola
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 1:53pm
23rd Sep 2022 1:53pm
We Must Beg the Body to Wake Up, Oh, So Slowly
The groan is the sound effect of the body
bidden to do a little more, it punctuates
the call to stir earlier than accustomed,
before the sun throws a ray across your face.
We must beg the body to stir bit by bit,
to first check the dream if it is dream, and then
wake but by grunts and nudges, rub the eyes,
flex a cramped toe, stretch, yes, practice living.
Is the jiggling of the foot a slow dip
into the unfriendly air of time on earth?
Waking up must be allowed ample time,
for the body is animated by inch,...
bidden to do a little more, it punctuates
the call to stir earlier than accustomed,
before the sun throws a ray across your face.
We must beg the body to stir bit by bit,
to first check the dream if it is dream, and then
wake but by grunts and nudges, rub the eyes,
flex a cramped toe, stretch, yes, practice living.
Is the jiggling of the foot a slow dip
into the unfriendly air of time on earth?
Waking up must be allowed ample time,
for the body is animated by inch,...
#death
#morning
#sleep
#aging
#responsibility
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 10:16am
22nd Sep 2022 10:16am
Away on Holiday
It's funny, I forgot about this place
Until yesterday
I wonder how all my friends are?
I've been outrunning death
Stopped to catch my breath
And to give a few hugs
I hope you all know I'm grateful for you
I read my words from long ago
I was ready to die, I wanted it
As sad as I was
And a times still am
I must admit it's mostly anger now
I'm too pissed off to die
I want to watch my enemies demise
All of them, watch them fade out alone
Knowing the fault is entirely their own.
Until yesterday
I wonder how all my friends are?
I've been outrunning death
Stopped to catch my breath
And to give a few hugs
I hope you all know I'm grateful for you
I read my words from long ago
I was ready to die, I wanted it
As sad as I was
And a times still am
I must admit it's mostly anger now
I'm too pissed off to die
I want to watch my enemies demise
All of them, watch them fade out alone
Knowing the fault is entirely their own.
#anger
#depression
#aging #IMissYou
#aging #IMissYou
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 9:44am
19th Sep 2022 9:44am
Incurably so
The easy years
have carried me to today
Immune to beauty
I have watched it's fall
learning each step
on the path of decay
Each defeat
leaves me fearful to dream
through pain of unwelcome change
turning pages of tomorrow
into faltering shadows that fade
Peering at stars through clouds
in search of God's cute answers
fine wisdom that never came
I grew weary of the moon's spell
became wary of the sun's rays
but though all of his mysteries remain
safe in my heart
the spark of hope
is burning...
have carried me to today
Immune to beauty
I have watched it's fall
learning each step
on the path of decay
Each defeat
leaves me fearful to dream
through pain of unwelcome change
turning pages of tomorrow
into faltering shadows that fade
Peering at stars through clouds
in search of God's cute answers
fine wisdom that never came
I grew weary of the moon's spell
became wary of the sun's rays
but though all of his mysteries remain
safe in my heart
the spark of hope
is burning...
#love
#hope
#God
#LifeCycle
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 00:41am
19th Sep 2022 00:41am
and everyone’s a critic, so here goes ..
Mortimer and Whitehouse - gone fishing is the most poignant bloody thing I’ve seen on the television.
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Sep 2022 2:09am
16th Sep 2022 2:09am
the old poet said, sighing
I wish I’d been alive in the nineteenth century, along with all the old poets and writers I love the thought of being dead and no longer scared of dying
#aging
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Sep 2022 1:31am
14th Sep 2022 1:31am
under the table, my wife’s hem
first thing you notice as you get older is that they stare rather in/curiously at you, or that they flinch at the thought that it might one day be them
#aging
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:16pm
10th Sep 2022 3:16pm
Death
Kings and queens do not regard themselves as being equal to other people,
But that does not make them better human beings than the peasants.
In the foolish imaginations of kings and queens, they are high and mighty.
Moreover, royalties seem to forget that they are just mortal beings.
Who in this world can prevent the occurrence of sickness, aging, and death?
Death is not concerned about whether a person is wealthy or poor,
And neither will death spare anybody, no matter the status of the person.
Unfortunately, nobody will escape the sting of death when...
But that does not make them better human beings than the peasants.
In the foolish imaginations of kings and queens, they are high and mighty.
Moreover, royalties seem to forget that they are just mortal beings.
Who in this world can prevent the occurrence of sickness, aging, and death?
Death is not concerned about whether a person is wealthy or poor,
And neither will death spare anybody, no matter the status of the person.
Unfortunately, nobody will escape the sting of death when...
#death
#illness
#humankind
#aging
#poverty
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Greenman47
Poem Published
7th Sep 2022 3:58am
7th Sep 2022 3:58am
Full Disclosure
I’m prone to joy
and not to depression,
transparent to the point
of shameless self-confession,
I’m an open book
overt and uninhibited,
vices and virtues
equally exhibited,
frank and outspoken
since I was very young
I’ve never figured out
when I should hold onto my tongue
but I speak my mind
without fear or filtration,
which can cause
considerable consternation.
I utilize my words
to the best of my ability,
hoping to amuse
with erudite agility, ...
and not to depression,
transparent to the point
of shameless self-confession,
I’m an open book
overt and uninhibited,
vices and virtues
equally exhibited,
frank and outspoken
since I was very young
I’ve never figured out
when I should hold onto my tongue
but I speak my mind
without fear or filtration,
which can cause
considerable consternation.
I utilize my words
to the best of my ability,
hoping to amuse
with erudite agility, ...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#aging
#SelfReflection
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Sep 2022 1:02am
7th Sep 2022 1:02am
old book on the shelf
old books are rather
like old people, like myself, they’re still worth a look ..
like old people, like myself, they’re still worth a look ..
#books
#aging
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 2:53pm
4th Sep 2022 2:53pm
Lines in a forgotten diary
And you will never see my face
because I stand between
the mirror and its nearest place.
So as you go and going seen
by faces not your own,
the face that’s not your own but is
will grow as plants that live un-shown.
And then one day you’ll catch yourself
an older man, moving from shelf to shelf.
because I stand between
the mirror and its nearest place.
So as you go and going seen
by faces not your own,
the face that’s not your own but is
will grow as plants that live un-shown.
And then one day you’ll catch yourself
an older man, moving from shelf to shelf.
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#aging #MovingOn
#aging #MovingOn
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 6:50am
4th Sep 2022 6:50am
I want to die in these hills
There is something inside me
That knows this is where I should be
In this curve in the many hills
The Blue mountains there in the distance
The world has been ending my whole life
But things feel as they always have here
The world goes on and on and on
And I know I belong here deep inside
One of the resident freaks and happily so
It's starting to feel like Pompeii in a way
The wine is flowing freely more than before
They've torn out the fruit orchards
Just to plant their soil destroying vines
They come here to drink...
That knows this is where I should be
In this curve in the many hills
The Blue mountains there in the distance
The world has been ending my whole life
But things feel as they always have here
The world goes on and on and on
And I know I belong here deep inside
One of the resident freaks and happily so
It's starting to feel like Pompeii in a way
The wine is flowing freely more than before
They've torn out the fruit orchards
Just to plant their soil destroying vines
They come here to drink...
#fall
#mountains
#peace
#aging
#acceptance
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2022 10:02pm
2nd Sep 2022 10:02pm
A Nip and a Tuck
Our time is but a nut to crack
why choke on agonies of youth
To dwell in fashion's ugly tomb
denies the fabric of our truth
Lines that skulk like cellar rats
betray us with a smile
quaint martyrs of emotion
to disown the surgeon's guile
Who carves this stone for all to carry
and deems age is a sin
It matters not that youth can't tarry
when beauty lies within
why choke on agonies of youth
To dwell in fashion's ugly tomb
denies the fabric of our truth
Lines that skulk like cellar rats
betray us with a smile
quaint martyrs of emotion
to disown the surgeon's guile
Who carves this stone for all to carry
and deems age is a sin
It matters not that youth can't tarry
when beauty lies within
#LifeChangingMoment
#vanity
#aging
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