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.
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
8th May 2020 6:28am
8th May 2020 6:28am
AGING POEM
I make all the weird sounds
My mom used to make
When I was young
It drove me nuts
My mom used to make
When I was young
It drove me nuts
#mother
#aging
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4 Comments
Enigma19
Atiemo
Atiemo
Poem Published
7th May 2020 00:53am
7th May 2020 00:53am
Foward
The feet leaves foot prints.
Foot prints don’t leave the feet.
Foot prints don’t leave the feet.
#LifeGoals
#aging
#MovingOn
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
4th May 2020 1:20am
4th May 2020 1:20am
such a perfect day
days like these... i am left without any writing
ambition...
was there any to begin with?
ambition... and writing?
i wouldn't call it anything: more -
this unnecessary more it already has become...
it's not an ambition,
but it's also not an escapism...
it's sure as hell not some...
take on sylvia plath or anne sexton:
"treatment"...
writing either comes... or it doesn't...
and if it does: it does... and if it doesn't: with days
such as these: it really shouldn't...
but my...
ambition...
was there any to begin with?
ambition... and writing?
i wouldn't call it anything: more -
this unnecessary more it already has become...
it's not an ambition,
but it's also not an escapism...
it's sure as hell not some...
take on sylvia plath or anne sexton:
"treatment"...
writing either comes... or it doesn't...
and if it does: it does... and if it doesn't: with days
such as these: it really shouldn't...
but my...
#aging
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness
479 reads
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javalini
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 5:03pm
3rd May 2020 5:03pm
REGRET
forget who hurt who
and just be
and do
forget time lost
to the grind --
our good minutes mined
employment endured
for a roof overhead
and a warm bed
and bread
forget
the judgment
of others
they don't have a clue
what it is to be you
and nor can you know
another man's woes
so don't envy his shoes
just sing your own blues --
four chords and a voice
not taken by choice
is all that you've got
it's simple as that
forget...
and just be
and do
forget time lost
to the grind --
our good minutes mined
employment endured
for a roof overhead
and a warm bed
and bread
forget
the judgment
of others
they don't have a clue
what it is to be you
and nor can you know
another man's woes
so don't envy his shoes
just sing your own blues --
four chords and a voice
not taken by choice
is all that you've got
it's simple as that
forget...
#aging
435 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 00:20am
2nd May 2020 00:20am
loving radio 4 extra ..
hancock's half hour could be quite
surreal at times, whereas the goons could
be just silly to think you'd be
interested, of course, but never mind ..
surreal at times, whereas the goons could
be just silly to think you'd be
interested, of course, but never mind ..
#aging
311 reads
2 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
519 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 1:56pm
29th Apr 2020 1:56pm
Soledad
Soledad
With plenty of grey hair to spare my return to academia finds me too old to be there but too emboldened by years not to. But my quest for math is a romantic notion where the fountain of youth is a maiden in whose eyes my insecurities reflect as they did so long ago when my true love saw into my soul.
One fine day I get an A on my algebra exam. The apple of my eye laments her uncharacteristically poor performance on the test. So I hand her mine to answer her uncertainty about a formula. She glowers at me. “You showed me yours to brag about your grade. You are so...
With plenty of grey hair to spare my return to academia finds me too old to be there but too emboldened by years not to. But my quest for math is a romantic notion where the fountain of youth is a maiden in whose eyes my insecurities reflect as they did so long ago when my true love saw into my soul.
One fine day I get an A on my algebra exam. The apple of my eye laments her uncharacteristically poor performance on the test. So I hand her mine to answer her uncertainty about a formula. She glowers at me. “You showed me yours to brag about your grade. You are so...
#romantic
#dreams
#aging #college
#aging #college
499 reads
6 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 3:56pm
26th Apr 2020 3:56pm
senescence
(twenty-six of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Visited my Mom and her cat yesterday
an every other week commitment (mine)
i know the cat looks forward to this
i always bring snacks. . .
Past Christmas time, i brought salmon*
Mom said the cat refused all regular food
for days after i left!!
i laughed, told Her it’s to keep You alert
& it’s working!!
She laughed –
A goal met! (I try to make my Mom laugh
during each visit to help stave off aging)
Yesterday’s visit contain humor
maybe a...
Visited my Mom and her cat yesterday
an every other week commitment (mine)
i know the cat looks forward to this
i always bring snacks. . .
Past Christmas time, i brought salmon*
Mom said the cat refused all regular food
for days after i left!!
i laughed, told Her it’s to keep You alert
& it’s working!!
She laughed –
A goal met! (I try to make my Mom laugh
during each visit to help stave off aging)
Yesterday’s visit contain humor
maybe a...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2020
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10 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 8:13pm
23rd Apr 2020 8:13pm
Becoming Sloth
Impossible with the turbine blades
of younger veins, a head twitch
of excitation that flicks the coil
even faster with each pure pulse.
Then comes the caffeine of learning,
the singed eye lids of burnt books,
knuckle drags turn into crunching visible abs
when body weight is lifted over our heads.
It comes as an elder to our shores in fat bent ripples,
smoking the sensation of being bloated.
While cheek bones lose their edges
we pledge to sweat oceans on gymnasium floors.
Then it happens, the younger than...
of younger veins, a head twitch
of excitation that flicks the coil
even faster with each pure pulse.
Then comes the caffeine of learning,
the singed eye lids of burnt books,
knuckle drags turn into crunching visible abs
when body weight is lifted over our heads.
It comes as an elder to our shores in fat bent ripples,
smoking the sensation of being bloated.
While cheek bones lose their edges
we pledge to sweat oceans on gymnasium floors.
Then it happens, the younger than...
#aging
452 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 00:17am
23rd Apr 2020 00:17am
history is fust ..
been an antiquarian all his life, had
one of the greatest collections of
lesser known artefacts ever seen, whereas
now he sits at home, collecting dust
one of the greatest collections of
lesser known artefacts ever seen, whereas
now he sits at home, collecting dust
#aging
363 reads
2 Comments
rowantree
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 4:03am
22nd Apr 2020 4:03am
Rita
My little blonde dog
has been behind the good times
for years,
a scrappy, scroungy thing.
Rita, we called her,
after Bob Marley's wife.
Mom brought her home
in a McDonald's bag,
said,
"Look what they were giving out with the nuggets today."
Best friends!
God damn -
everyone's dog is made of love;
she was no different,
but she's always looked
like a little old lady
in the eyes,
so loving, yes, and self-important,
and so certain.
So funny and strange.
Brussels...
has been behind the good times
for years,
a scrappy, scroungy thing.
Rita, we called her,
after Bob Marley's wife.
Mom brought her home
in a McDonald's bag,
said,
"Look what they were giving out with the nuggets today."
Best friends!
God damn -
everyone's dog is made of love;
she was no different,
but she's always looked
like a little old lady
in the eyes,
so loving, yes, and self-important,
and so certain.
So funny and strange.
Brussels...
#love
#family
#dogs #aging
#dogs #aging
455 reads
1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
21st Apr 2020 4:10am
21st Apr 2020 4:10am
No Road (Home)
How we live measures
our own nature'
-Phillip Larkin
We look upon what ails us;
there are no roads between the
bricked cottages lining the shore,
the sun shines on them as
grass fills the pathways
where no one walks
and all endures as same.
To will nothing that time can't change
hastens its detriment.
We can go back in our minds to
simpler days when we, as young
helped old, but now we hurry along,
frenetic, placated ever in busy trying;
our clumsy selves in avoidance of
what we can...
our own nature'
-Phillip Larkin
We look upon what ails us;
there are no roads between the
bricked cottages lining the shore,
the sun shines on them as
grass fills the pathways
where no one walks
and all endures as same.
To will nothing that time can't change
hastens its detriment.
We can go back in our minds to
simpler days when we, as young
helped old, but now we hurry along,
frenetic, placated ever in busy trying;
our clumsy selves in avoidance of
what we can...
#home
#aging
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2020
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2020
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