Poems About Aging Published by Members Recently Online
#aging
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
I AM STILL LEARNING
DISCOVERY
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
#fate
#aging
#luck
#dating
#responsibility
676 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
I AM STILL LEARNING
DISCOVERY
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
#fate
#aging
#luck
#dating
#responsibility
676 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
2nd Jun 2021 2:30pm
I AM STILL LEARNING
DISCOVERY
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
I use to think
I knew it all until
someone asked
me a question.
When I swaggered down
the steps of the university
with my BA in my hand,
the world said, "Sit down
and I'll teach you the
rest of the alphabet."
WAKE-UP
It has been a wonderful
journey since the day
I realized how wonderful
it is to be a continual
learner in the never
ending School of Life.
I'm still learning to live
every day admiring the
beauty in the garden
of life where I have been...
#fate
#aging
#luck
#dating
#responsibility
676 reads
2 Comments
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
50 reads
1 Comment
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
114 reads
10 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
114 reads
10 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
143 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
143 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
143 reads
3 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
Vintage Beauty
Her breasts, warm beneath my hands,
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
#aging
#erotic
#teens
127 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
Vintage Beauty
Her breasts, warm beneath my hands,
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
#aging
#erotic
#teens
127 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
Vintage Beauty
Her breasts, warm beneath my hands,
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
#aging
#erotic
#teens
127 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Aging Published by Members Recently Online
