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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On Aging
by Maya Angelou
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
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Aging
by Ken Ripley
Is getting old just adding years
Or is it really more subtraction?
Every birthday is a celebration
Of advancing bravely life’s frontier.
But joining all the jubilation
Comes the sadder revelation
That age is not all it may appear.
For every act there is reaction.
What wisdom seniors may acquire
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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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weird girl vs orange cat in the wild
by Ella Sophia
dear diary . i am turning twenty . there is nothing that i want , but to go back home .
to the village i grew up in , playing with friends , socks pasted with dirty sand . i am
not in despair , i spend my time thrifting clothes , jewelry that fits the color of my skin ,
footprints that i follow as i walk outside . i am full of sliver , tattooed on my skin , left
arm filled with bruise . i feel bad as i look at myself — how i ended up looking like a fool .
cigarettes tasting good as it never did like before , cherry wine ; i swallow it , like a glass
of water that i consume when i was seven . i see, an orange cat in the wild . i want to be
free just like it . running , feeling the breeze , sun being paired with my pale skin . i do not
know what to do . i do not want to turn twenty . i am scared . take me back to being a kid ,
simply enjoying the life that i never knew i had of me .
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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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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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weird girl vs orange cat in the wild
by Ella Sophia
dear diary . i am turning twenty . there is nothing that i want , but to go back home .
to the village i grew up in , playing with friends , socks pasted with dirty sand . i am
not in despair , i spend my time thrifting clothes , jewelry that fits the color of my skin ,
footprints that i follow as i walk outside . i am full of sliver , tattooed on my skin , left
arm filled with bruise . i feel bad as i look at myself — how i ended up looking like a fool .
cigarettes tasting good as it never did like before , cherry wine ; i swallow it , like a glass
of water that i consume when i was seven . i see, an orange cat in the wild . i want to be
free just like it . running , feeling the breeze , sun being paired with my pale skin . i do not
know what to do . i do not want to turn twenty . i am scared . take me back to being a kid ,
simply enjoying the life that i never knew i had of me .
......
Reflection
by John Stetson
Though my world view become tarnished with age,
Let my imagination not so follow.
May its memory burn bright with the vigor of eager youth,
Happy to confront the dichotomy of discovery,
Which doesn't comport with my upbringing, my schooling, or my experience.
Only then will my self-worth meet the expectation of my promise.
Only then will I fulfill the destiny that Providence allows.
That pool can magnify, fool, and obscure.
But down at the bottom, that pool can cure.
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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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