Aging Poems
The Old Man In The Chair
by Leo Warne
That old man in the chair
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
The Forest Floor
by Bob Wolff
I set my soul in a meadow, for it to dry in the sun
And drain the dark fetid water pulling it down
The acrimony of life poisons all things around
And erodes the joys of having once been young.
Each day, each moment that carried sorrow
Poisoned my heart and stained my soul
With a darkness steeped black like coal
Ever waning hope for a better ‘morrow.
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Ageing
by Ruth Fainlight
Since early middle-age
(say around forty)
I've been writing about ageing,
poems in many registers:
fearful, enraged or accepting
as I moved through the decades.
Now that I'm really old
there seems little left to say.
Pointless to bewail
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In the weeds
by Oliver Nalder
I want an exit like Van Gogh,
Suicide by crop.
Oh dear, momma don’t you know?
How big I’ve gotten since we last talked.
I know you hoped
that you would see me
grow taller
than the rope could reach.
Are you angry?
You planted thistle, not a dogwood tree.
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Peacock (pls give feedback for improvement)
by axox axox
One must understand the peacock
Graceful and elegant
Powerful enough to give a shock
You must understand what your soul wants
Your jade isn’t enough
Only in experiences, you’ll find luck
One must be tough
Then realization might struck
May Eos come your way
Those blessed with the third eye can see
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The Hope of Young Love
by Angel Wilson
I hope we’re one of those couples.
Who stays in love their whole lives
Those couples who slow dance in the kitchen,
Those couples whose love derives,
From honesty and patience,
compromise and trust.
Those couples who laugh and joke,
Even when they’re full of crust
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Grow old with me my love
by Baramundi Roy
Grow old with me my lovely lass, I pray,
and let us hold hands as we walk life’s way,
embracing together the passage of time,
for I’ll always be yours and you’ll be mine.
You are the very darling of my heart
and I feel so lost when we are apart.
Even when death comes it will never divide,
for I know you’ll always be at my side.
Poems about Age, Aging, and Getting Old
by Michael R. Burch
Golden Years?
by Michael R. Burch
I’m getting old.
My legs are cold.
My book’s unsold and my wife’s a scold.
Now the only gold’s
in my teeth.
I fold.
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The Forest Floor
by Bob Wolff
I set my soul in a meadow, for it to dry in the sun
And drain the dark fetid water pulling it down
The acrimony of life poisons all things around
And erodes the joys of having once been young.
Each day, each moment that carried sorrow
Poisoned my heart and stained my soul
With a darkness steeped black like coal
Ever waning hope for a better ‘morrow.
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In the weeds
by Oliver Nalder
I want an exit like Van Gogh,
Suicide by crop.
Oh dear, momma don’t you know?
How big I’ve gotten since we last talked.
I know you hoped
that you would see me
grow taller
than the rope could reach.
Are you angry?
You planted thistle, not a dogwood tree.
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