Popular Poems About Aging
#aging
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 1:51am
6th Apr 2025 1:51am
just his pint of view
the old bloke in the pub shrugs
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
#aging
68 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 2:31pm
19th Apr 2025 2:31pm
Keeps on ticking
Minutes and seconds are passing us by
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
#aging
#dark
#death
#minimalist
#philosophical
85 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
127 reads
6 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 5:32am
22nd Apr 2025 5:32am
of popes & kings & weird-ass things
mr leong lies mouth agape
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu ...
on the other side of the curtain
here in room 552
92 years old with wrinkles
converging on the sinkhole
ravaging the center of his face
the nurse comes and runs the protocol,
do you know where you are, she asks
home, he whispers, maui
no, no, she says, you are in hospital, honolulu ...
#aging
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4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 1:27am
30th Mar 2025 1:27am
A Waitress Named Raisin
My sister works in public health
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
I work in public education
We hear a lot of weird names
We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo!
That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road
A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.
And so on.
So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast...
#aging
#funny
99 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 00:06am
9th Apr 2025 00:06am
behind the shop counter intuitive ..
will you take a cheque
you kidding old timer
strictly cash or card
happy birthday
you kidding old timer
strictly cash or card
happy birthday
#aging
#money
72 reads
2 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:41pm
Yesterday 8:41pm
from the bridge
I am standing on the bridge
of titanic 2.0
master of the ongoing disaster
and first mate mcguyver
is duking it out with
captain queeg
and the great white whale
of an iceberg lies just ahead
situation nominally normal
as in fubar to the max
i exist out of time
timeless, dime-less
an archetypal anomaly
chugging along through eternity
earlier I was with William holden
the boy golden--that one!
when he was shouting
don't jump you're a young man--
when a jump cut took me ...
of titanic 2.0
master of the ongoing disaster
and first mate mcguyver
is duking it out with
captain queeg
and the great white whale
of an iceberg lies just ahead
situation nominally normal
as in fubar to the max
i exist out of time
timeless, dime-less
an archetypal anomaly
chugging along through eternity
earlier I was with William holden
the boy golden--that one!
when he was shouting
don't jump you're a young man--
when a jump cut took me ...
#aging
4 reads
2 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 11:00pm
14th Apr 2025 11:00pm
Evening Prayer
For a time, The Priest
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
#aging
#death
59 reads
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 2:19am
10th Apr 2025 2:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
132 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 10:42pm
22nd Apr 2025 10:42pm
...Women...
Every lass is a grace by thirds
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
#aging
#relationships
59 reads
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 2:06am
7th Apr 2025 2:06am
Pontiac Safari: First Owner
Department of Motor Vehicles
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
#aging
#family
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
68 reads
3 Comments
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