Poems About Aging by Top Critiquers
#aging
Keeps on ticking
Minutes and seconds are passing us by
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
My one wish is to stop the hands of an enemy we call time
Time will age
Time will heal
Time will drag
Time will kill
No one has any idea what will happen in the next second
But only time will tell
#aging
#dark
#death
#minimalist
#philosophical
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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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Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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QUESTIONS OF DYSFUNCTION

#aging
#men
#rhyming
#sex
#women
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the essence of absence (everything & nothings of newness~nothingness)
sanctum's reminiscing memory papillae
still stuck hard in revolting astringencies
of million brewing theobromine crisis
had but just caved in again and again
to indelibly imprinted submissions
of passion smeared wine red lipsticks
over and beyond the woven ranges
of once fluttering fabric herbarium
in pleated cottons to crinkly punks
now idly under hermetic enclosures
that do dare out a little here & there
in hung remnants of trivial traceability
whilst the basic principle of the active you..
yes...
still stuck hard in revolting astringencies
of million brewing theobromine crisis
had but just caved in again and again
to indelibly imprinted submissions
of passion smeared wine red lipsticks
over and beyond the woven ranges
of once fluttering fabric herbarium
in pleated cottons to crinkly punks
now idly under hermetic enclosures
that do dare out a little here & there
in hung remnants of trivial traceability
whilst the basic principle of the active you..
yes...
#love
#memories
#aging
#mystery
#passion
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I saw myself in you
It's remarkable really
I've lived many years beyond yours
Yet watching you live in the present
Brings back my memories
Often we're talking in different directions
Eager to share experiences
I've lived what you're about to ..
Part extraordinary part wreckage
Had a BIG birthday yesterday
I feared that age, the # and all
Didn't make it public on social media
Just wanted to hear from real friends
Back to you though
I'm significant in your life
You in mine
We manage each other, care
Each...
I've lived many years beyond yours
Yet watching you live in the present
Brings back my memories
Often we're talking in different directions
Eager to share experiences
I've lived what you're about to ..
Part extraordinary part wreckage
Had a BIG birthday yesterday
I feared that age, the # and all
Didn't make it public on social media
Just wanted to hear from real friends
Back to you though
I'm significant in your life
You in mine
We manage each other, care
Each...
#love
#kindness
#TruthOfLife
#aging
#philosophical
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Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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Moonlapse
What symptoms are you noticing?” he asks.
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
And I fumble with words,
trying to shove the frayed thread of them
through the needle’s eye
of all the awkward ways that I am
dissatisfied and
confused and
just generally itchy
in both my psyche and
in parts he can’t comprehend
And clear as day I can read his thoughts
as they float in a massive midair speech bubble:
“please let her mention something
that I can order tests for…”
But there is no test for the way
my soul has stopped fitting in this body, ...
#women
#frustration
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
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...Women...
Every lass is a grace by thirds
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.
#aging
#relationships
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Made It To Thursday
No, Elaine.
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
#sadness
#death
#aging
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Hoods
Childhood
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
#aging
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
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A Healthy Mind, Temple, Promotes A Healthy State Of Existence
About time this medical journal reaches you, may it find the body at its peak performance, the strength of the mind in a serene place, and the heart pulsating to give you the vital essence of life.
We are moving into a new season of winter, just peaking on the horizon. Caution in the elements that could have dire consequences if we do not take care of our immune system, keep it holistically boosted, by eating the right food to sustain our vitality, exercising at least three times a week, for keep our lung oxygenated, and if you are elderly, or immobile due to unforeseeable...
We are moving into a new season of winter, just peaking on the horizon. Caution in the elements that could have dire consequences if we do not take care of our immune system, keep it holistically boosted, by eating the right food to sustain our vitality, exercising at least three times a week, for keep our lung oxygenated, and if you are elderly, or immobile due to unforeseeable...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction
#aging
#philosophical
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DU Poetry : Poems About Aging by Top Critiquers