Poems About Aging Published by Members Recently Online
#aging
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
Silence Washing Upon The Shore
Silence washing upon the shore,
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
#aging
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
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adagio
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
Silence Washing Upon The Shore
Silence washing upon the shore,
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
#aging
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
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adagio
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
23rd Nov 2023 9:16pm
Silence Washing Upon The Shore
Silence washing upon the shore,
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
disharmonica č la luce, light is
disharmonious
with the scent of your perfume
heavenly sedated with memories,
wandering in silence
listening to the haunting, crawling,
in your shadow's space, whispering,
into my ear
and then the gray of a Gothic stone
collecting the effigy of my forgotten
from the catacombs of silence
washing upon the shore
#aging
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
78 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
78 reads
1 Comment
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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Baldwin
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
21st Jan 2025 1:29pm
Mirrored self
My body is no longer sound.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
It has become time ragged, raged.
My face decayed.
And when I stray
by purpose or by accident
to stand before my mirrored self
I cannot help but ask
“Just when and how
did I become old aged?”.
#aging
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
Retiring Minds
Trump's a freak for speed, like his Nazi muse,
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #vanity
#nostalgia #vanity
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
Retiring Minds
Trump's a freak for speed, like his Nazi muse,
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #vanity
#nostalgia #vanity
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
Retiring Minds
Trump's a freak for speed, like his Nazi muse,
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #vanity
#nostalgia #vanity
154 reads
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