Popular Poems About Aging
#aging
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
16th Jan 2025 11:25am
A Slow Demise
Like old photographs,
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
memories fade over time
Part of me has died
#aging
#memories
#senryu
74 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 00:06am
5th Jan 2025 00:06am
quick, another double ..
being architecturally and
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
#aging
70 reads
6 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
17th Jan 2025 9:56am
where in the world
This is a place I never would have thought I could even go to. The asylum doors are bare. Their sanctuary smells and sounds never have washed off me. When ever I am ready, if and when this day arrives, promise me this do not take me here. Stay at my side, wash the cobwebs from the corners of my mouth and eyes. Do not dry my tears. Brave me with magma, make belief, stay, do not leave me, let me become an illusionist just once more. Coo me a dove right then right there!
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
Her rollator hardly used stays in a forgotten corner. A huge screen screams in vanity where an apocalyps takes...
#aging
#humankind
80 reads
10 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 00:05am
6th Jan 2025 00:05am
upon trees and growing old
I loved your leaves, but come
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
#aging
#trees
57 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 1:09am
12th Jan 2025 1:09am
I know I tend to fall down
middle aged woman, in my
eyes young, asks if I need
help to cross the road; I say, no, thanks for asking
how old do you think I am ..
eyes young, asks if I need
help to cross the road; I say, no, thanks for asking
how old do you think I am ..
#aging
58 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
hmmmmm...
that day.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
#aging
#luck
64 reads
6 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 9:30pm
24th Dec 2024 9:30pm
Colorless Youth
Wasted twenties being stacked
with the pile of my lost teens,
where the years seemed to slip away.
Adrift on rogue waves of time,
young, subdued and penned
in a colorless youth, looking for a prism
to cast hues on my fading blooms.
with the pile of my lost teens,
where the years seemed to slip away.
Adrift on rogue waves of time,
young, subdued and penned
in a colorless youth, looking for a prism
to cast hues on my fading blooms.
#aging
70 reads
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
56 reads
5 Comments
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