Aging Poems
Poems about Age, Aging, and Getting Old
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination.
There is also a collection of my early poems, many about getting older and aging, toward the bottom of this page.
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
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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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Faster ‘Round The Sun
by Michael J. Nappi
Sweet recollections of youth,
tiny giants in immense world.
When days were lite and slow,
birthdays scarce and Christmas distant.
Knowledge... perspective
mortality, brutal realities
swelling with years
shrinking the world.
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his sunset years
by Ghairo Daniels
in his sunset years he daily
traversed a mile to smile
waiting
w a t c h i n g
A L E R T
the lilt of phantomic voice to
O P E N his
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when you are old
by Rikske Kessner
“when you are old”
When morning cradles you in gentle glow,
And kettle’s whisper stirs your sleepy mind,
Recall how laughter helped our spirits grow,
And spread warm light in every heart you find.
Many cherish the brightness of your smile,
And treasure stories from your steady hand.
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when you are old
by Rikske Kessner
“when you are old”
When morning cradles you in gentle glow,
And kettle’s whisper stirs your sleepy mind,
Recall how laughter helped our spirits grow,
And spread warm light in every heart you find.
Many cherish the brightness of your smile,
And treasure stories from your steady hand.
......
a moment turning
by Rikske Kessner
"A Slow Turning"
The stairs lengthen each season,
though the house remains the same.
Names slip from my tongue—
like coins through a frayed pocket,
clinking faintly in corridors I no longer patrol.
I misplace mornings,
folding them into afternoons
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Adulthood
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Here comes —
slowly— the greyed fitness with heavy,
clasping hands, that tie up
limbs with the flayed string of life,
in which we build gingerly,
toddle for the last time,
and climb stairs more with our breaths
than with our senses.
Old hands
by Mario Odekerken
The skin is thin now,
a map of work and weather.
They rest on the table,
quiet as stones in a riverbed.
Once,they built,lifted,
held small lives steady.
Now they move slower,
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When gravity takes his toll(Reflection on Aging)
by Mario Odekerken
It begins softly-
a slower rise from the chair,
a name on the tip of the tongue
that stays just out of reach.
Lines appear
not as flaws
but as evidence-
laughter lived,
worry carried,
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