50 Age Poems | Examples
These 50 Age poems are examples of Age poems about 50. These are the best examples of Age 50 poems written by international poets.
Into me
When will they see
I shall let myself be
Inertwine in revolution
Searching for peace
Why has it become so hard
Almost 50 years to the day
Alone I sit
Ponder it all
I need it to end
This insecurity
No longer a child
Don't want to be an adult
Time is slipping away
Running out of life
Will I be this way for all my days
Where is the courage to be seen
Hidden away forgotten
Indulged in unspeakable abuses
Welcoming the lies
Avoiding all truths
I am the example
The intuition of what not to be
Here I stare back at me
With so much discus
I don't think six feet deep will keep it secure
They all will call me by name
The demons will run fear
The victims will lie
It will be the carnage I need
To remember all that was left of me before
It all went south.
Don't ask why I change
Life is never be the same
I believe things evolve
This year I'm 55, 56 next year
This time I have many gray hairs
Not knowing next months all are white
I see my face has many wrinkles
Before only few of them I manage
I can push up 100 when I was 40
Now at 55, I barely made 50 push up
Before I always greet the morning free
Cause I wake up early and exercise
Now I mostly wake up late time
It's already hot and meals serve brunch time
Before I can jog a mile, now walk a mile
Love to comb my hair, now a hand brush is enough
Daily bath is routine, now interval of a day
No helmet drive motorcycle during youth days
Now, fear to drive instantly at busy highway
I have much foreboding in life when getting old
Life is never like before, sense of safety is a must
I have never such a impulsive feeling than being compulsive now
I have change a lot because of necessity of aging beforehand.
live past 50 -the blows will commence in a cold and steady stream
Turning 50 is a feeling and not an amount of years I've made it
My mother and father never wavered in their routine. After each one of my siblings sprang into life, my father sat on the porch and spit ‘Day’s Work’ tobacco juice down his chin while my mother snapped beans, hummed softly, and smiled. Even throughout the years, as old friends passed on, they whittled and spit or hummed and snapped. As one-by-one each of their children found lovers and moved away, they remained steadfast. They refused to yield to sorrow. They paid no attention to poverty. They ignored the propaganda of government officials and world potentates. I can’t help but wonder if they ever had dreams of city lights and all-night diners; of drive-through this and 50% off that? Did they fantasize about having a dollar in their pocket, more meat on the table, or just being able to visit a doctor when ailments became more than home-made remedies could fix? Or were they way too busy to worry about such things.
Change those things you can
Don’t worry about the rest
Take life as it comes
I'm still confused about growing up.
What, when, why, and how
Are we talking about maturity?
Naturally, it starts with a womb. I mean, growing up.
You should understand the gentle reminder, “What are you going to do in the future?”
Don’t be irresponsible. attend every class in elementary school.
You're in middle school; act like an adult.
Now that you are a high schooler, you might plan for higher studies.
You are in higher studies; prepare for jobs.
Congrats on your job! You should settle in as fast as you can.
You're so fortunate; you've already settled. Why aren't you married?
Wow… what a beautiful couple! Why not, baby?
Bright children, what about their future?
Wait ! Are you still a child? Your children are already married.
When will you grow up?
…………
Why do people still die without growing?
Why do you want to grow?
Why did we forget about living in this process of growing?
Why don’t you let the child breathe, smile,or just play a bit?
Even in 30, 40, or 50 years, why not 60?
Can't we grow with aliveness?
I mop the floor every night at the local convenience store.
Graveyard shift.
A teenage girl walks in wearing a Nirvana t-shirt.
She’s pretty ... and she gives me a headache.
A James Bond 007 guitar riff. Then the drums kick in. I can see the MTV video.
Cheerleaders.
The kids.
Mosh pit.
I'm spinning. ...
And I'm 17 and I am 50.
I am Generation X.
I am the mop and the bucket, and they are me.
I am Tony De La Rosa.
In the hot A-Ga-Ming night
My wife and I skip the July 4th fireworks
At the sandbar down south on long Torch Lake
Start our own shoreline fire
Count the red electrified dorsal fins
Of the motorboat salmon swimming upstream
Migrating home from the explosions in the sky
20, 50, 80 a hundred 200 in an hour
Rainbow tsunami
Our dock leans rickety to the covenant
Lake soothes its wrinkles when the madness is over
Our souls sit back in decrescendo
Take a deep breath
To the cows mooing
Pastures away on Cairn Highway
Like foghorns from the lighthouse perched on the moon
While picking machines convulse in the cherry orchards
Tree by tree to trampolines
Whining mosquitoes if our ears were the hills
Moon slips behind the blueberry clouds
Campfire snaps its fingers for attention
A cricket chirps just outside our circle of radiant rocks
I planted decades ago
Every year he’s here too
Chirping
Chirping
To the embers of the universe
Until he isn’t.
Through Age: leaves, weather, birds:
the change
In Twilight: dark, cure, cane:
near fade
By Fire: burn, ashes, smother:
will sink
Through Love: strength, esteem, trust:
can quell
From Life: mirth, rapture, bounds:
at fight
From Belief: worth, bliss, drive:
core motive
Poem is inspired from the sonnet “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” by William Shakespeare
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Written: May 11, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1216 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
When you were a young-un
With your whole life ahead of you
It's hard to imagine
Life ever coming to an end
But it does my friends... it does!
As sure as the night follows day
Astronomically speaking
Wouldn't it be great to make it to 50
And then live like 50 forever!
Hallelujah! (or not)
Wanna hang ?
-I might go ,
Busted car
-Still there’s hope
50/50
-I don’t know ...
Meet my crib
-Try once more
Jumping bones ?
-No señor!
Without Warning
David J Walker
Remembering when
Every weekend
Was 50 years in the future
Remembering when Love was
an elusive dream That didn’t mean
A single thing if not loneliness
Remember when rain
Was a synonym for
Depression
Remember when the Sun
Was worshiped for its
Powers to bake our skin
Crisp and brown
Enhancing our chances to attract
The opposite sex
Remember when we were told
We would never grow old
Or at least we would never wrinkle
Remember when
so many things
Would never ever happen
But they have
At last
Come to pass
Without warning
How about if time thinks out of the box
Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse
Now just think, in November
if instead of December
The next month was October
and after that, September --
That would be a year to remember
And of course, no need to be older than 50
once you hit five-oh, just back up and go
49, 48, 47, 46 ~ Time would be fun
if it would think of such tricks
Yet calendars have been printed
coins have been minted
There's money in keeping things
the way that they are
So, I guess I'll move to an island
way far away in the sea
Where time won't bother
to sneak up on me
And suddenly, 50 was here, all the music got
louder, all the drivers for younger. My hair
was on a farewell tour, visiting the sink and the
shower more than my head. The kids got older,
some didn't grow up, but they were older, and
living on their own, visiting when lives allowed.
Then 60 snuck in the back door, kids had kids and
the house was louder, the cars were smaller,
driving themselves, and I lived in a neighborhood
populated by dumped wives, all gossipy and lonely.
Their husbands gone to younger women, or to the
grave too soon, who knew, I didn't care to listen.
70 turned the corner and caught me across the
puss with a backhand when I looked in the
mirror and saw an older person looking back.
Everything got louder with my new hearing aids,
driving became harder, too much going on. I stay
home more often, alone, reading the obits to
find friends I had lost and I wonder,
who will miss ME when I go?
Rules and Regulation
There is the third wave of Corona 19 in Portugal, peoples at
old people’s homes have been vaccinated, but now it has stalled.
So, what is the problem?
Why are people reluctant to follow the rules and regulations?
I think it is because Portugal lived under a dictatorship for 50 years,
when freedom came lifted the heavy burden, and now they are not
going to give this freedom away for anyone.
The dictate from politicians is often ignored, the question is, what
will happen after the pandemic?
Will the new rules still apply to give the politicians more power?
and the police force the right to behave nastily.
The freedom is an illusion, and the right-wing guard is back in power,
giving the political party a prefix of social this.
While privatizing water and electricity,
people cannot afford to heat their homes.
But there are moments when we have to forego the “Democracy.”
for the common good, but be sure to take the freedom back.