Popular Poems About Aging
#aging
Her
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:23am
14th Dec 2024 11:23am
Glass Adults
My childhood
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
#aging
#childhood
#disability
#PTSD
#sister
106 reads
10 Comments
BeautifulDisaster7
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 7:25am
28th Nov 2024 7:25am
The Unveiling of the Ego’s Awakening
Within the chamber of my unspoken soul,
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
#aging
72 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 1:42am
11th Dec 2024 1:42am
Love is…
An obligation carved across
the leaves of stone, genetic book
of life, sometimes diluted by a loss
of love given by those supposed to look
to your development, give care.
I can’t say my genetic book will close.
I still receive its meanings now, for those
I’ve long since disavowed, would soak
in time, indifference. We don’t deserve
but neither are we unworthy of love.
It glows in darkness like a bellied stove,
its heat sometimes a secret thing.
the leaves of stone, genetic book
of life, sometimes diluted by a loss
of love given by those supposed to look
to your development, give care.
I can’t say my genetic book will close.
I still receive its meanings now, for those
I’ve long since disavowed, would soak
in time, indifference. We don’t deserve
but neither are we unworthy of love.
It glows in darkness like a bellied stove,
its heat sometimes a secret thing.
#aging
#family
#love #memories
#love #memories
77 reads
0 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:11am
8th Dec 2024 11:11am
OLD
damn these kids today
with their weird hair and clothes
listening to cringy music
where did the time go?
used to spend all day
rocking out and hanging out at the mall
now I'm tired all the time
and my back is sore
but I can still party hard
with a few pain medications
politics is so flip flopped
when I was young I didn't care
but guess it's not cool to not care
now we believe in the TV
more than our own friends and family
picking up the phone to scroll nonsense
I would go outside
but the world...
with their weird hair and clothes
listening to cringy music
where did the time go?
used to spend all day
rocking out and hanging out at the mall
now I'm tired all the time
and my back is sore
but I can still party hard
with a few pain medications
politics is so flip flopped
when I was young I didn't care
but guess it's not cool to not care
now we believe in the TV
more than our own friends and family
picking up the phone to scroll nonsense
I would go outside
but the world...
#aging
111 reads
3 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 00:32am
28th Nov 2024 00:32am
of freedom
i am
in mind
younger
than
in body,
so many
thoughts
possible
like sunsets,
such wisdom
to bless,
adventurous,
a dreamer,
sometimes
i take
my chances,
leave myself
open-minded,
nothing
shameful,
embarrassing,
i am not
opposed
of freedom.
in mind
younger
than
in body,
so many
thoughts
possible
like sunsets,
such wisdom
to bless,
adventurous,
a dreamer,
sometimes
i take
my chances,
leave myself
open-minded,
nothing
shameful,
embarrassing,
i am not
opposed
of freedom.
#aging
#determination
#dreams
#happiness
#wisdom
55 reads
8 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:06am
27th Nov 2024 2:06am
The Rising
It's evening now. I look out
into the night sky, the moon a cup
of blackness. There are no stars
to guide me through this emptiness.
I think of how my mother died
long ago. This tiny ball of a universe,
casting us off so effortlessly, indifferently.
So small we are, so alone.
My mother loved me when I was a child
but grew to hate me.
Just like my adult daughter does now.
We used to be so close.
Sharing secrets and vodka.
But today I learned I'm just an obligation.
I squeeze my toes, feeling the strange
tingling of...
into the night sky, the moon a cup
of blackness. There are no stars
to guide me through this emptiness.
I think of how my mother died
long ago. This tiny ball of a universe,
casting us off so effortlessly, indifferently.
So small we are, so alone.
My mother loved me when I was a child
but grew to hate me.
Just like my adult daughter does now.
We used to be so close.
Sharing secrets and vodka.
But today I learned I'm just an obligation.
I squeeze my toes, feeling the strange
tingling of...
#aging
#despair
#loneliness
69 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:51am
Today 00:51am
think nothing of death
old man sits at his desk
with his cigarettes, his papers, his books
and his scotch, but
no clocks, no timepieces
whatsoever to remind him
of the time he has left
with his cigarettes, his papers, his books
and his scotch, but
no clocks, no timepieces
whatsoever to remind him
of the time he has left
#aging
26 reads
2 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:32am
7th Dec 2024 8:32am
Never Too Late
It's never too late, you see the light,
You’re never too old to find what feels right,
Through the whispers of autumn, I wander alone,
Searching for sunshine, a heart to call home.
There’s a spark in the twilight, I feel it grow,
A chance for a lover to steal my soul.
It’s never too late to find love anew,
Somebody to hold, yeah, that’s you,
In the spring of our hearts, we’ll bloom and grow,
With passion and fire, let the love flow.
Oh, the redhead with freckles, a pretty smile,
She lights up my world, makes it...
You’re never too old to find what feels right,
Through the whispers of autumn, I wander alone,
Searching for sunshine, a heart to call home.
There’s a spark in the twilight, I feel it grow,
A chance for a lover to steal my soul.
It’s never too late to find love anew,
Somebody to hold, yeah, that’s you,
In the spring of our hearts, we’ll bloom and grow,
With passion and fire, let the love flow.
Oh, the redhead with freckles, a pretty smile,
She lights up my world, makes it...
#aging
#love
68 reads
3 Comments
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