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.
Jollylush
Amora
Amora
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 6:50am
28th Feb 2021 6:50am
Being old
Being old is not a crime,
It's rather a play or game of time.
I remember people say Old is gold.”
they love old gold,
But kick parents out, when they become old.
How can you say old isn't beautiful
with the time, I've seen it turns more dutiful.
There is an old lady lives next door.
I watch every morning her brooming the floor.
While telling stories, your cheeks were prawling
due to turning old your teeth were falling
O dear grandpa!
I wish you would know how incredible you were
Even in frenzy hair...
It's rather a play or game of time.
I remember people say Old is gold.”
they love old gold,
But kick parents out, when they become old.
How can you say old isn't beautiful
with the time, I've seen it turns more dutiful.
There is an old lady lives next door.
I watch every morning her brooming the floor.
While telling stories, your cheeks were prawling
due to turning old your teeth were falling
O dear grandpa!
I wish you would know how incredible you were
Even in frenzy hair...
#happiness
#strength
#courage
#aging
#emotions
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 5:44pm
27th Feb 2021 5:44pm
FREE ME TO LIVE
They say that we got to go through something's, to appreciate and understand the true meaning to value, as nothing shall last forever but yet there is always a tomorrow if we dream, that there could be a beautiful blessing to tomorrow. For I know that might not make sense at this moment in time, but it's just something to pass on to the subconsciousness of your mind. For here I am as I am a mere man of a present of what is called life, yet I am who has an past that follows an path towards my unspoken and unknown future. But yet beneath the surface of my subconsciousness, echoing through the...
#childhood
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
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Razzerleaf
Bumped 26th Feb 2021 7:09pm
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
Sawdust rings (Read by Northen_Soul)
I wanted the real photograph
not the straw bales
and candy apple faces.
The circus tents veil of glamour
soon returns to canvas and rope
as sticky children skip away,
trailing laughter.
I walk small amongst the closing down,
and creep my shadow on bill board walls
side tents glow behind busy glances.
The thin slit of a caravan door whispers
of a world not seen before.
She sits straight on a high back chair
smearing lines across her face,
high above the audience she climbs
each night...
not the straw bales
and candy apple faces.
The circus tents veil of glamour
soon returns to canvas and rope
as sticky children skip away,
trailing laughter.
I walk small amongst the closing down,
and creep my shadow on bill board walls
side tents glow behind busy glances.
The thin slit of a caravan door whispers
of a world not seen before.
She sits straight on a high back chair
smearing lines across her face,
high above the audience she climbs
each night...
#aging
#FeelingTrapped
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 00:51am
24th Feb 2021 00:51am
Alone, Near Done For.....
Lady Luna
lie at your
leisure
down in the mist
of a dream of mine, the dream of a broken old man, alone
in his diminished world worth little, (if anything at at
anything at all).
Moon Maiden all aglow in a place
beyond my space. ( He's a'wishing
he could start all over, ...
lie at your
leisure
down in the mist
of a dream of mine, the dream of a broken old man, alone
in his diminished world worth little, (if anything at at
anything at all).
Moon Maiden all aglow in a place
beyond my space. ( He's a'wishing
he could start all over, ...
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
#aging
#greed
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 3:31am
22nd Feb 2021 3:31am
Ancient diaries of the girl who always knew better
At 13, it was all about the boy
-the one who never saw her-
Maybe if she smiled more...
At 14, she was worldly
and so much more mature
than that shallow girl of last year
At 18, she had it all sorted out
How to love and leave
without losing herself
At 25, she cringed at past folly,
so much smarter now
and learning to commit
At 33, she tasted true loss and love,
surely arrived at the pinnacle
of discernment now
At 45, she discovered
she had never really known pain
as her soul...
-the one who never saw her-
Maybe if she smiled more...
At 14, she was worldly
and so much more mature
than that shallow girl of last year
At 18, she had it all sorted out
How to love and leave
without losing herself
At 25, she cringed at past folly,
so much smarter now
and learning to commit
At 33, she tasted true loss and love,
surely arrived at the pinnacle
of discernment now
At 45, she discovered
she had never really known pain
as her soul...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#aging #wisdom
#aging #wisdom
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18 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 5:00pm
21st Feb 2021 5:00pm
amusing
it is better to be
alone as you grow
old,
that way no one
can be a witness
to the leaves of
yourself:
your mind,
your body,
your soul,
your creativity
growing dry,
falling, failing,
becoming lost
in the dirt of
years.
it must all be
quite amusing
to God,
all the gifts we
are given
like an angry
sea grown
calm and
finally
recedes,
as we find our
way to the
end of the
black rainbow.
how fragile, ...
alone as you grow
old,
that way no one
can be a witness
to the leaves of
yourself:
your mind,
your body,
your soul,
your creativity
growing dry,
falling, failing,
becoming lost
in the dirt of
years.
it must all be
quite amusing
to God,
all the gifts we
are given
like an angry
sea grown
calm and
finally
recedes,
as we find our
way to the
end of the
black rainbow.
how fragile, ...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#aging
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 00:51am
21st Feb 2021 00:51am
BOG-QUAG (1983, Laguna Beach, California)
so oft
bogged down
in life s
myriad quags
what fate
this disconnected cog
intently hounded
by paper dogs
lost at odds
in social fogs
distortia
all around me
wave after wave
of such mazes
amaze me
downtrodden in life
not even
the grave s free
time
life s fickle friend
will tease
taunt
and trample me
to the end ...
bogged down
in life s
myriad quags
what fate
this disconnected cog
intently hounded
by paper dogs
lost at odds
in social fogs
distortia
all around me
wave after wave
of such mazes
amaze me
downtrodden in life
not even
the grave s free
time
life s fickle friend
will tease
taunt
and trample me
to the end ...
#strength
#hope
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#aging
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 10:32pm
20th Feb 2021 10:32pm
DARING TO BE ME (#7)
HUMILITY
Words are, in my opinion,
among, if not, the most
powerful forces in the world.
With words, we start
wars. and with words
we end wars.
With words, we start
a love journey and with
words we end the journey.
With words, we reveal the
opposite of what our
resume may claim or
position we hold affirms.
When I affirm I am
DARING
to be me, I am not
launching a promise
to treat others less than
kindly, lovingly, and special.
Perhaps in the past I haven't,
BUT,
now I am daring...
Words are, in my opinion,
among, if not, the most
powerful forces in the world.
With words, we start
wars. and with words
we end wars.
With words, we start
a love journey and with
words we end the journey.
With words, we reveal the
opposite of what our
resume may claim or
position we hold affirms.
When I affirm I am
DARING
to be me, I am not
launching a promise
to treat others less than
kindly, lovingly, and special.
Perhaps in the past I haven't,
BUT,
now I am daring...
#fate
#aging
#dating #responsibility
#dating #responsibility
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 4:03pm
19th Feb 2021 4:03pm
Love In The Age Of The Asterik
messy dopity dope searchin' for the arms
of hope
(forget the grope while)
holy hope hops
right into the breech.
Forget the bloody
hope.
Cook the dope.
right'ere in th'spoon.
N o w,
elderism has descended
u p o n
the fat'a'flab of unadorned
flesh.....
...
of hope
(forget the grope while)
holy hope hops
right into the breech.
Forget the bloody
hope.
Cook the dope.
right'ere in th'spoon.
N o w,
elderism has descended
u p o n
the fat'a'flab of unadorned
flesh.....
...
#relationships
#conflict
#aging
#consumerism
#hurt
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 10:20pm
18th Feb 2021 10:20pm
Tenancy Agreement (Mumpsimums)
I don't want to be kicked out.
My body spent £3.50p
on an advert.
Wanted:
a warm soul to fit inside
a fifty three year old shell.
I'm not really that bothered,
the place has got too big
for me, the plumbing's
knackered, I can't see shit
through the windows
and I've been growing cannabis
in the loft for years.
We've had a few to look around,
they all say the same thing.
It smells funny and needs too much work.
Well,
at least I have one more night in my own bed,
I better lie in it.
My body spent £3.50p
on an advert.
Wanted:
a warm soul to fit inside
a fifty three year old shell.
I'm not really that bothered,
the place has got too big
for me, the plumbing's
knackered, I can't see shit
through the windows
and I've been growing cannabis
in the loft for years.
We've had a few to look around,
they all say the same thing.
It smells funny and needs too much work.
Well,
at least I have one more night in my own bed,
I better lie in it.
#rejection
#aging
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2 Comments
Stanhoven
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 10:12pm
18th Feb 2021 10:12pm
Thoughts of Memories of a Long Ago
#lover
#aging
#bittersweet
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