Short Poems About Aging
#aging
Waning
Too soon
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
#sadness
#hope
#aging
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Helping Hand
You're a budding rose
I'm a withered aging plant
Help me see the light
I'm a withered aging plant
Help me see the light
#motivational
#flowers
#haiku #aging
#haiku #aging
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voices of ancestors
i heard
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#admiration
#emotions
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thought I was
dying, but she said no you just ate your dinner too fast
and you’re suffering from indigestion.
I baulked and hiccoughed
and coughed at the
very suggestion
and you’re suffering from indigestion.
I baulked and hiccoughed
and coughed at the
very suggestion
#aging
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we all fall down
ruins of the castle still stood atop
the hill, admittedly not as
strongly as the castle once did, but we’re old, the ruins said
the hill, admittedly not as
strongly as the castle once did, but we’re old, the ruins said
#aging
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Old Library Books
Sometimes even the most cherished
become something time has perished,
so next time you want a quick look
blow the dust off an old library book.
become something time has perished,
so next time you want a quick look
blow the dust off an old library book.
#books
#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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Haiku/Senryu, Nr.12 — Window of Opportunity
By the time Lennon
was my age he’d been dead
twenty-seven years.
was my age he’d been dead
twenty-seven years.
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#aging #SelfReflection
#aging #SelfReflection
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my wife, when I met her
she’s as beautiful now as ever she was wonderful then, but now, she’s even better ..
#love
#wife
#aging
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grains of sand
the rough winds blew
through my hollowed eyes,
the sun bleached my bones
i became grains of sand
added to the desert.
through my hollowed eyes,
the sun bleached my bones
i became grains of sand
added to the desert.
#death
#nature
#fate #aging
#fate #aging
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The great work ethic.
Frosted flakes
In glass.
In glass.
#aging
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Life in a Few Words #120
Time
never
forgets
how to fly
never
forgets
how to fly
#unicorns
#LifeCycle
#aging
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DU Poetry : Short Poems About Aging