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.
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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skymikan
Poem Published
6th Nov 2021 8:11am
6th Nov 2021 8:11am
Forgive Me
I wanted to live surrounded by trees,
So much green in the atmosphere,
Breathing in the dazzling breeze,
And sleeping for a lifetime of peace.
For once, that kind of life was so simple;
My dreams once traveled through ripples.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window—
Kids jumping in a pile, casting off sorrow.
Somehow, I blame my feelings on anything;
Maybe the weather isn’t to my liking.
Yet somehow, I feel the need to run and stop,
But a month of rest is no longer enough.
And they all want me to believe in...
So much green in the atmosphere,
Breathing in the dazzling breeze,
And sleeping for a lifetime of peace.
For once, that kind of life was so simple;
My dreams once traveled through ripples.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window—
Kids jumping in a pile, casting off sorrow.
Somehow, I blame my feelings on anything;
Maybe the weather isn’t to my liking.
Yet somehow, I feel the need to run and stop,
But a month of rest is no longer enough.
And they all want me to believe in...
#loneliness
#aging
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 6:29pm
5th Nov 2021 6:29pm
How to do Sixty-Two!
In FULL Gratitude
of who you are!
I get asked a lot
for advice, so take it
from an old Crone:
Fearlessly face yourself
running will solve naught
paths are not escape routes
Where you go, you are*
~
of who you are!
I get asked a lot
for advice, so take it
from an old Crone:
Fearlessly face yourself
running will solve naught
paths are not escape routes
Where you go, you are*
~
#love
#birthday
#aging
#philosophical
#wisdom
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
4th Nov 2021 1:10pm
4th Nov 2021 1:10pm
first frost
Shots fired on both sides of the field -
"I can see the whites of their eyes but there's no pupil to yield"
The seasons greetings get harder to exclaim to your friends
Getting drunk in the back seat,
trapped in time,
you're shaking,
inebriated,
terrified, but you're loving every second -
and thats the truth.
I'm reminded of the fact that we're most fearless when we believe we have nothing left to lose.
First thoughts at the first frost was
"I'm not ready to do this again"
And if it takes a year of forgetting I'll forget all...
"I can see the whites of their eyes but there's no pupil to yield"
The seasons greetings get harder to exclaim to your friends
Getting drunk in the back seat,
trapped in time,
you're shaking,
inebriated,
terrified, but you're loving every second -
and thats the truth.
I'm reminded of the fact that we're most fearless when we believe we have nothing left to lose.
First thoughts at the first frost was
"I'm not ready to do this again"
And if it takes a year of forgetting I'll forget all...
#regret
#winter
#snow #aging
#snow #aging
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2021 12:37pm
2nd Nov 2021 12:37pm
Winter 2015
Explosive -
arguments instead
A million years
of smashing
the past
over my head.
Say its over.
Say this is
the next part of
whatever's left.
Say this is not the path,
but I'm on the way to it.
Say something
to try to make some
sense
of the mess.
BLESS
THIS
MESS
Let me down
gently
I know you
meant
no offense.
I know I have
no right
to get so
goddamn
defensive
of what's right
and
wrong,
because I never...
arguments instead
A million years
of smashing
the past
over my head.
Say its over.
Say this is
the next part of
whatever's left.
Say this is not the path,
but I'm on the way to it.
Say something
to try to make some
sense
of the mess.
BLESS
THIS
MESS
Let me down
gently
I know you
meant
no offense.
I know I have
no right
to get so
goddamn
defensive
of what's right
and
wrong,
because I never...
#sadness
#love
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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Spanker
Poem Published
26th Oct 2021 10:14am
26th Oct 2021 10:14am
Bred For the Distance
You old stayer
You’d do two miles
In a canter
You’d do two miles
In a canter
#horses
#aging
#sports
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
26th Oct 2021 3:14am
26th Oct 2021 3:14am
the blush of autumn
the blush of autumn
will soon turn into
the scars of
winter
the vineyards are
cold and without
love or
mercy
how little time
we have
mayflies caught
in the eye of a
hurricane
even the sharpest
swords lose their
edge
temperament
loses its
heat,
and fuck Bacchus,
his wine is
overrated.
will soon turn into
the scars of
winter
the vineyards are
cold and without
love or
mercy
how little time
we have
mayflies caught
in the eye of a
hurricane
even the sharpest
swords lose their
edge
temperament
loses its
heat,
and fuck Bacchus,
his wine is
overrated.
#death
#fate
#humankind #aging
#humankind #aging
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Poetikmind
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Poem Published
25th Oct 2021 9:21pm
25th Oct 2021 9:21pm
To my Dear Brother Wise…
Damn…The shock hit in seconds…
The reality, for certain doesn’t feel real.
I’m at a lost for words as my head reels.
Bro. You were, you are always, to me
a man of few words, yet when you
spoke; for me the depth held a wealth
of wisdom. I couldn’t understand that
as a child, but once I became a man
it’s not lost in my vision, why everyone
had chose to call you Wise.
A music lover, I recall the classics that were
your favorites, quickly became mine. Looking back in my mind, I hear singing in Lil’ bits n’ pieces; Ashford...
The reality, for certain doesn’t feel real.
I’m at a lost for words as my head reels.
Bro. You were, you are always, to me
a man of few words, yet when you
spoke; for me the depth held a wealth
of wisdom. I couldn’t understand that
as a child, but once I became a man
it’s not lost in my vision, why everyone
had chose to call you Wise.
A music lover, I recall the classics that were
your favorites, quickly became mine. Looking back in my mind, I hear singing in Lil’ bits n’ pieces; Ashford...
#birth
#death
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 5:55pm
24th Oct 2021 5:55pm
Hindsight 2021
Call me a mountain
of names
and
I’ll bury them
under the hole in the space
where I fit
everything else
in.
Can’t sort it out,
I’m too old
at this point of the game,
I'm too late in the inning.
Never you mind the things that we did,
because that person
you knew is
no longer
living.
Was it you that I knew
or someone else
that I continued
to constantly
burden
myself
with?
When do things start
to go the right way?
Why are we born
to...
of names
and
I’ll bury them
under the hole in the space
where I fit
everything else
in.
Can’t sort it out,
I’m too old
at this point of the game,
I'm too late in the inning.
Never you mind the things that we did,
because that person
you knew is
no longer
living.
Was it you that I knew
or someone else
that I continued
to constantly
burden
myself
with?
When do things start
to go the right way?
Why are we born
to...
#anxiety
#scary
#aging
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 3:05am
24th Oct 2021 3:05am
Sanskrit skies
the eyes,
two dead marbles
staring into a scotch
tape Sanskrit sky
wine, women, song
have moved on to
someone new
who do we share
tomorrow with
when there is
no tomorrow
and god has turned
away his
favor
two dead marbles
staring into a scotch
tape Sanskrit sky
wine, women, song
have moved on to
someone new
who do we share
tomorrow with
when there is
no tomorrow
and god has turned
away his
favor
#aging
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 7:48am
21st Oct 2021 7:48am
Aging Disgracefully
There's no sense in feeling rage
at the dramas of old age
acceptance is necessity
when your book has one more page
And let us not forget
we've still time to hedge our bets
a flutter on the afterlife
may help to soothe regrets
But if preaching from the pulpit
is not your cup of tea
it's still fun to mock good manners
by pretending old means free
at the dramas of old age
acceptance is necessity
when your book has one more page
And let us not forget
we've still time to hedge our bets
a flutter on the afterlife
may help to soothe regrets
But if preaching from the pulpit
is not your cup of tea
it's still fun to mock good manners
by pretending old means free
#aging
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 3:02am
18th Oct 2021 3:02am
Moon
Absences are incense,
senseless divinities
cradled by months,
moths of you painting
fork patterns by night,
the fall out of needles
caught under foot
traipsing through fresh
thickets of pine,
mushrooms to satchels
later soaked in wine,
careless of origin,
that sublime space
where our ghosted frames
paper thin, paired in white,
meet and seep away -
to riled, spat oil sound,
your softened, light decay,
fingers frazzled with misfortunes
returning to me as retellings,
hunting you across ...
senseless divinities
cradled by months,
moths of you painting
fork patterns by night,
the fall out of needles
caught under foot
traipsing through fresh
thickets of pine,
mushrooms to satchels
later soaked in wine,
careless of origin,
that sublime space
where our ghosted frames
paper thin, paired in white,
meet and seep away -
to riled, spat oil sound,
your softened, light decay,
fingers frazzled with misfortunes
returning to me as retellings,
hunting you across ...
#love
#aging
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