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
31st Oct 2024 1:19am
31st Oct 2024 1:19am
we love you
doubt we’ll live long enough
to see little
Oliver grow up to be a man, but hope he
at least remembers something
of his grandad and
his nan
to see little
Oliver grow up to be a man, but hope he
at least remembers something
of his grandad and
his nan
#aging
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:41pm
30th Oct 2024 12:41pm
Marriage of Elders
Here before us stand two souls, their hair glistening like threads of moonlight, each strand a testament to the knowledge and serenity earned through the years. Their voices, rich with the timbre of experience, echo the depths of life's embrace—joys and struggles of life formed into beautiful people still able to dance.
With love's fire yet untamed, as they join hands, we are reminded that the fire of love knows no age—it dances in the hearts of the young and the old with equal fervor. Their wisdom, a beacon of light, guides them in their journey together.
Tonight,...
With love's fire yet untamed, as they join hands, we are reminded that the fire of love knows no age—it dances in the hearts of the young and the old with equal fervor. Their wisdom, a beacon of light, guides them in their journey together.
Tonight,...
#aging
#love
#marriage
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
Retiring Minds
Trump's a freak for speed, like his Nazi muse,
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #vanity
#nostalgia #vanity
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 9:13pm
27th Oct 2024 9:13pm
Body Horror
..
Neck and shoulders groan
when my back acts like a prick.
Brain is an asshole.
Neck and shoulders groan
when my back acts like a prick.
Brain is an asshole.
#aging
#senryu
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u53l355
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 12:54pm
27th Oct 2024 12:54pm
Broken Soldier
Re-emerging from the muddy booze soaked trenches
Into A haze of cigarette smoke and regret.
Drafted into this war by my own past fuck ups.I was fighting before the War , I was fighting against you , fighting for me but I thought it was for you .
Now I fight alone , I fight for love while the other soldiers fight for lust .
Soldier on Young man !
I'm raising the white flag , I lye down in content , I'm to old to keep fighting .
You win , I admit defeat
As A broken man would rather die than continue on and lose everything that makes...
Into A haze of cigarette smoke and regret.
Drafted into this war by my own past fuck ups.I was fighting before the War , I was fighting against you , fighting for me but I thought it was for you .
Now I fight alone , I fight for love while the other soldiers fight for lust .
Soldier on Young man !
I'm raising the white flag , I lye down in content , I'm to old to keep fighting .
You win , I admit defeat
As A broken man would rather die than continue on and lose everything that makes...
#aging
#depression
#loneliness
#relationships
#suicide
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 7:55am
27th Oct 2024 7:55am
Age Shall Not Conquer
I want to lie naked before you
In the brightest of light
So you can see how time has changed me.
Creped skin,muscle wastage ,age spots.
Underneath, lust and desire lives
Where it always has
Sometimes it appears on the surface
Throbbing
Aching for attention.
Look at my lust
Touch it, feel it
Take it inside of you
Climb on top of it
Bend over in front of it
Taste it...
It's there for you
The energy of my life
But it's finite
It will eventually
Leave my body
And my body ...
In the brightest of light
So you can see how time has changed me.
Creped skin,muscle wastage ,age spots.
Underneath, lust and desire lives
Where it always has
Sometimes it appears on the surface
Throbbing
Aching for attention.
Look at my lust
Touch it, feel it
Take it inside of you
Climb on top of it
Bend over in front of it
Taste it...
It's there for you
The energy of my life
But it's finite
It will eventually
Leave my body
And my body ...
#aging
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oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
Hope I Don’t Fall Before Time Runs Out On Me
Hope I don’t fall before time runs out on me
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
#aging
#dawn
#fall #fate
#fall #fate
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oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:30am
23rd Oct 2024 5:30am
I Can’t Remember
I Can’t remember
Can’t remember
Walk in a room what for
I don’t know as the day begins anew
Can’t remember when I started to forget
Cobwebs on my brain
Try to brush them off
I can’t remember
Say to myself check it out
Get on my phone to look it up
Who am I why am I here
Can’t remember when
And I’ve got cobwebs on the cranium
I can’t remember when I
Started to forget
Blank pages in my mind
Sit and stew but the key is simple
Think about something else ...
Can’t remember
Walk in a room what for
I don’t know as the day begins anew
Can’t remember when I started to forget
Cobwebs on my brain
Try to brush them off
I can’t remember
Say to myself check it out
Get on my phone to look it up
Who am I why am I here
Can’t remember when
And I’ve got cobwebs on the cranium
I can’t remember when I
Started to forget
Blank pages in my mind
Sit and stew but the key is simple
Think about something else ...
#aging
#memories
#nostalgia #patience
#nostalgia #patience
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 4:04am
21st Oct 2024 4:04am
Echoes of the Past
It was a cheap room in a cheap hotel he knew well. The only furnishings were a bed, a chair, and a small bedside table. The bathroom light was on casting a dim glow.
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile...
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile...
#admiration
#aging
#lust
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:08pm
15th Oct 2024 5:08pm
Too Pretty
Ain’t going nowhere
I’m too pretty
Even though skin getting saggy
Firm in my veins
Muscles not so supple
But still able to deliver
Mind firing lyrics
Legs stand one to one
Weight on the rack
I still can put it down
Never creeping even in dark recesses
Wouldn’t think to end this experience
On a ledge looking down
I step back cause I cant curse them
Float like a butterfly
Scream like a Banshee
Life is a surprise
Meant to be opened on Christmas Day
If...
I’m too pretty
Even though skin getting saggy
Firm in my veins
Muscles not so supple
But still able to deliver
Mind firing lyrics
Legs stand one to one
Weight on the rack
I still can put it down
Never creeping even in dark recesses
Wouldn’t think to end this experience
On a ledge looking down
I step back cause I cant curse them
Float like a butterfly
Scream like a Banshee
Life is a surprise
Meant to be opened on Christmas Day
If...
#aging
#music
#nature
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