Popular Poems About Aging
#aging
My birthday.
There is 365 days of a year . I am sure that’s correct as I have felt every one by myself . Triple interest rate rise on your mortgage when you can barely survive as it is but you know this is life . I mean what are you going to do about it suck it up and shut up . Your health takes a nose dive as stress mounts up it’s not a hill now it’s a mountain. Your cat of 14 years that makes five thousand and one hundred and ten days was your text messages every one of those days with you got this with paw prints of love . He didn’t miss a single one even though food truly was his first love . Now as...
#sadness
#mother
#family
#aging
#bittersweet
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In Her Girlish Wistful Gaze
In her girlish wistful gaze,
She now laments those fleeting days.
Youth's whispered echos, soft and clear,
Her innocence fades, replaced by fear.
Regret looms like clouds from her past,
Her youthful lust is all that lasts.
She now laments those fleeting days.
Youth's whispered echos, soft and clear,
Her innocence fades, replaced by fear.
Regret looms like clouds from her past,
Her youthful lust is all that lasts.
#regret
#lust
#teens #aging
#teens #aging
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charred
amber of bourbon
aged in charred oak barrel
her heart
aged in charred oak barrel
her heart
#women
#aging
#emotions
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A Mangled Mind
The night seized prisoners of sleep.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
#aging
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Surrender
Listen closely, sweet maiden
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
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