Poems About Aging Published by Members Recently Online
#aging
Life Rhyme
Life meaning
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Life Rhyme
Life meaning
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
#LifeCycle
#aging
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the color of dreams
kaleidoscope dreams lie
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
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the color of dreams
kaleidoscope dreams lie
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
757 reads
20 Comments
the color of dreams
kaleidoscope dreams lie
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
they color my dreams hopeful
in patterns and shapes that delight
they soothe me in my twilight hours
then I awaken to gray
gone are the azure blues of the oceans I love
that I will probably never live near
and the greens of the forests that feed my soul
that I've not visited or seen in fifteen years
the colorless flavor of my world is depressing
I live in the country it's beautiful and quiet
it can also be lonely
my passions are red hot while sleeping
then I wake to a bed...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#aging
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20 Comments
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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A "CRONE"?
You see a "crone" -
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
#women
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife #aging
#TruthOfLife #aging
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A "CRONE"?
You see a "crone" -
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
#women
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife #aging
#TruthOfLife #aging
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6 Comments
A "CRONE"?
You see a "crone" -
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
#women
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife #aging
#TruthOfLife #aging
97 reads
6 Comments
A "CRONE"?
You see a "crone" -
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
near skin-and-bone,
whose face well-lined
is age-defined,
hair silver-grey
many-a-day
longer than I
try to deny,
hands more like claws.
Post-menopause
the "spring chicken"
is now "old hen",
with cackling voice
and curses choice,
who's swapped lipstick
for the broomstick...
.
Folk stay away,
not to me stray
as once they might
when lads' delight
and candidate
for bridal mate.
You pass in blink,
but stop...
#women
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife #aging
#TruthOfLife #aging
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6 Comments
On Aging
I was always afraid
Of growing older.
I'm 47.
My twenties and thirties were dark,
Horrible times,
Storms of insecurity and uncertainty.
But now, peace has finally come.
I realize I don't need anyone
To make me happy.
I only have myself.
And that's enough.
It's okay to be alone.
Of growing older.
I'm 47.
My twenties and thirties were dark,
Horrible times,
Storms of insecurity and uncertainty.
But now, peace has finally come.
I realize I don't need anyone
To make me happy.
I only have myself.
And that's enough.
It's okay to be alone.
#aging
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young and fearless
i was once
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
#regret
#childhood
#frustration
#aging
#denial
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