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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:06am
25th Nov 2021 2:06am
Auburn Goddess
Auburn Goddess
Auburn tresses falling in wavelets
Like sunset clouds on fire with love
That cloaks the green shirt of earth
Whose deep forest hue rolls in rivers
To meet the ivory shoulder of heaven
Where cleft of nature’s music abounds
That ascends into a Celtic beam of smile
The promise of her dawn made real
With finger drawn to sketch the universe
On oceanic eyes of love’s sweet dominion
A headscarf of nature’s burgundy
Auburn tresses falling in wavelets
Like sunset clouds on fire with love
That cloaks the green shirt of earth
Whose deep forest hue rolls in rivers
To meet the ivory shoulder of heaven
Where cleft of nature’s music abounds
That ascends into a Celtic beam of smile
The promise of her dawn made real
With finger drawn to sketch the universe
On oceanic eyes of love’s sweet dominion
A headscarf of nature’s burgundy
#love
#romantic
#beauty
#spiritual
#aging
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 6:28am
24th Nov 2021 6:28am
Her Achilles Soul
Her Achilles Soul
Trellis of tresses drapery of heaven
Falling into midnight arpeggios
Her rose held like an English pardon
For sins of red stains on yellow petals
Yet her eyes know your Achilles soul
And how to bring angels to earth
Where organic love finds its lyre
Trellis of tresses drapery of heaven
Falling into midnight arpeggios
Her rose held like an English pardon
For sins of red stains on yellow petals
Yet her eyes know your Achilles soul
And how to bring angels to earth
Where organic love finds its lyre
#romantic
#beauty
#spiritual #aging
#spiritual #aging
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TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 6:35am
23rd Nov 2021 6:35am
Cold and Lonely
I'm cold and I'm lonely
And I'm sinking fast
Ain't got a future
but I sure gotta past
And there ain't no body crying
or pining for me to come home
I'm to tired to run
To old to roam
I been sitting on this bar stool
Nigh on twenty years
Drowning my sorrows
In tequila and beers
It sucks being an old man
I hurt most every day
Pains never in the same place
But they won't go away
I may be an old man
But I ain't dead yet
And if I live to be a hundred
I won't ever forget ...
And I'm sinking fast
Ain't got a future
but I sure gotta past
And there ain't no body crying
or pining for me to come home
I'm to tired to run
To old to roam
I been sitting on this bar stool
Nigh on twenty years
Drowning my sorrows
In tequila and beers
It sucks being an old man
I hurt most every day
Pains never in the same place
But they won't go away
I may be an old man
But I ain't dead yet
And if I live to be a hundred
I won't ever forget ...
#loneliness
#aging
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 7:21pm
18th Nov 2021 7:21pm
Memories of Love
My mind is full of bittersweet memories,
Memories of the first time I saw you,
Memories of the sultry look in your eyes,
And memories of the feeling you gave me
The memories of you will never go away
Darling, I can’t block out the memories,
Memories of your soothing voice,
Memories of your smile that melted my heart,
And memories of the times I kissed your face
You give me endless memories of love
Though I’m old, I still have the memories,
Memories of your seraphic beauty,
Memories of having you in my arms,
And...
Memories of the first time I saw you,
Memories of the sultry look in your eyes,
And memories of the feeling you gave me
The memories of you will never go away
Darling, I can’t block out the memories,
Memories of your soothing voice,
Memories of your smile that melted my heart,
And memories of the times I kissed your face
You give me endless memories of love
Though I’m old, I still have the memories,
Memories of your seraphic beauty,
Memories of having you in my arms,
And...
#love
#beauty
#memories
#aging
#hurt
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 9:01pm
17th Nov 2021 9:01pm
A Wider Vision
After all these troubled and tumultuous times
And the craziness happening around the world
We’ve been able to stay calmly together
Even when things seemed so unsure
After all the ups and downs in recent years
Even when we thought it would be the end
We were able to pull ourselves through it
Even though we lost some dear friends
After all the frustrations and latent vexations
We managed to solve our problems with clarity
Growing older has given us a wider vision
A collective wisdom coupled with sincerity
After all...
And the craziness happening around the world
We’ve been able to stay calmly together
Even when things seemed so unsure
After all the ups and downs in recent years
Even when we thought it would be the end
We were able to pull ourselves through it
Even though we lost some dear friends
After all the frustrations and latent vexations
We managed to solve our problems with clarity
Growing older has given us a wider vision
A collective wisdom coupled with sincerity
After all...
#peace
#aging
#gratitude #wisdom
#gratitude #wisdom
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 8:27am
17th Nov 2021 8:27am
Time
I'm turnin' thir'y,
and I've binned lace pants,
underwire bras,
contraceptive pills,
the belief we stay forever
in anything,
that we can ever feel
too safe,
that pride is positive,
that dancing is for anyone
but the ocean
within your soul.
I lay in a king-size bed,
revel in surprise
as a highlight to be found
everywhere,
that forgiveness takes work,
that no one deserves goodness
they have to keep striving,
that striving for life
is not some pessimistic statement
but the magic
of...
and I've binned lace pants,
underwire bras,
contraceptive pills,
the belief we stay forever
in anything,
that we can ever feel
too safe,
that pride is positive,
that dancing is for anyone
but the ocean
within your soul.
I lay in a king-size bed,
revel in surprise
as a highlight to be found
everywhere,
that forgiveness takes work,
that no one deserves goodness
they have to keep striving,
that striving for life
is not some pessimistic statement
but the magic
of...
#confessional
#aging
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 10:48pm
16th Nov 2021 10:48pm
Villanelle Nr.20 — Age Divergence
We are ageing in different ways
and there are signs of a future time
when lights will dim in a strange maze
Barring sudden death, this phase
splits loved rhythms from known rhymes
as ageing takes on different ways
It’s hard to tell, predicting days
how long until a foreign bell will chime,
signalling lights dimmed in a strange maze
A theatre production plays
where actors dare not speak — they mime
the act of ageing in different ways ...
and there are signs of a future time
when lights will dim in a strange maze
Barring sudden death, this phase
splits loved rhythms from known rhymes
as ageing takes on different ways
It’s hard to tell, predicting days
how long until a foreign bell will chime,
signalling lights dimmed in a strange maze
A theatre production plays
where actors dare not speak — they mime
the act of ageing in different ways ...
#love
#wife
#husband
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
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Tallquietguy
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 3:34am
14th Nov 2021 3:34am
A Table Set for One
The trees are almost bare,
The skies cloudy and gray
The air is crisp and cool
Winter can't be too far away
It seems the holidays are upon us,
times of tidings and good cheer
Families gather together to feast
with all their loved ones near
My table is set for one,
my feast a frozen dinner tray
I solemnly raise my glass to toast
treasured times and younger days
In the silence, mom's calling out
as she rings the dinner bell
Dad bows his head to bless our food
and our family, to wish the...
The skies cloudy and gray
The air is crisp and cool
Winter can't be too far away
It seems the holidays are upon us,
times of tidings and good cheer
Families gather together to feast
with all their loved ones near
My table is set for one,
my feast a frozen dinner tray
I solemnly raise my glass to toast
treasured times and younger days
In the silence, mom's calling out
as she rings the dinner bell
Dad bows his head to bless our food
and our family, to wish the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#memories
#aging
#separation
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skymikan
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 1:17pm
10th Nov 2021 1:17pm
Window
I made coffee and sat beside the window,
Not doing much at all on a fine, boring day.
I had no luck at work, tripped three times, but
As always, I still feel like I might give it a go.
The sun had risen earlier than scheduled;
I’m always flabbergasted by its magnificence.
It almost wraps the earth in gold—
Damn, the glorious light is just so priceless.
The sky is blue in the windy afternoon;
Kites soar smoothly before the coming monsoon,
And kids play, hopping around like zombies,
Realizing I’ve missed how beautiful...
Not doing much at all on a fine, boring day.
I had no luck at work, tripped three times, but
As always, I still feel like I might give it a go.
The sun had risen earlier than scheduled;
I’m always flabbergasted by its magnificence.
It almost wraps the earth in gold—
Damn, the glorious light is just so priceless.
The sky is blue in the windy afternoon;
Kites soar smoothly before the coming monsoon,
And kids play, hopping around like zombies,
Realizing I’ve missed how beautiful...
#happiness
#aging
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
farming words
Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
#marriage
#aging
#nostalgia #pregnancy
#nostalgia #pregnancy
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 10:38pm
7th Nov 2021 10:38pm
when I am gone
when i am gone,
the stars will continue
to shine.
when i am gone,
the spring will return
and the robins will
find their way home.
when i am gone,
couples will still make
love to each other.
when i am gone,
streetlights will still
guide the way
through the darkness.
when i am gone,
bottles of wine will
continue aging
to perfection.
when i am gone,
I will be gone,
that's it.
...so simple,
...
the stars will continue
to shine.
when i am gone,
the spring will return
and the robins will
find their way home.
when i am gone,
couples will still make
love to each other.
when i am gone,
streetlights will still
guide the way
through the darkness.
when i am gone,
bottles of wine will
continue aging
to perfection.
when i am gone,
I will be gone,
that's it.
...so simple,
...
#death
#aging
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