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.


It All Went South

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.


Change Is A Necessity

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.

Premium MemberStreams

live past 50 -the blows will commence in a cold and steady stream

Premium MemberFifty

Turning 50 is a feeling and not an amount of years I've made it
age

Becoming our Parents, Take it Easy

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


Growing Up

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?

Nirvana T-Shirt

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.
age

Beside Behind Water and Fire

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.

Premium MemberOur Life-Kuhlmann a Sonnet

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
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberFifty Forever

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)
age

Dead End Senorita

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!

Premium MemberWithout Warning

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
age

Premium MemberIf Time Shifts Into Reverse

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

Where Did the Time Go

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?
© Juli Freda  Create an image from this poem.

Rules and Regulation

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.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

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