Different Age Poems | Examples

These Different Age poems are examples of Age poems about Different. These are the best examples of Age Different poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberFlight Patterns

Some birds fly south in Winter climes,
and they may have their reasons.
There are other birds, sometimes, 
who fly by different seasons.

Duck feet led me to the toilet, south -
welcome partner, shut my mouth. 
I'll be making that southern flight
six more times, each vexing night.


Premium Member What Matters - Five Perspectives On Different Ages

When I was only five. My dolls were the big thing, we would sit and sing. Then my tricycle I learned to drive. At fifteen I was dating. Boys were sure fickle, some of their words were like a pickle. We loved to go roller skating. Now thirty is life half over? Today is a new day, no more hair of gray. Maybe I need a new makeover. At fifty should I retire? Many days are way too long, is life a game of ping-pong? Some days I feel like I want to expire. I never thought I would reach seventy. Here I am, drinking hot tea and eating strawberry jam. Seventy is fun and not my enemy.

Premium MemberThe Darkening Of The Light

Trespass on your square, and soon it grinds into a circle.
No edges left for thee— all smooth, round, and forever in denial. The solid square your feet once stood upon now spins beneath you, offering less purchase.

The light drops down behind the trees.
For over thirty years you feel the breeze.
Then the light rises from a distant horizon,
and you stand still, at last seeing what you are.

What became of careless, wasted dreams?
What became of youth before this freeze?
Now the mirror reflects a different man.
The eyes are darker the body carries itself another way than when you were young, innocent, and free.

Premium MemberDifferences

Two stones sit in the same swift river.
One is worn smooth by the constant pull,
the other holds its jagged, ancient edges.
They share the same cold, rushing water
but tell two different stories of time;
what one keeps or what is given away.

Premium MemberWall Flower

I’ve always felt different. 
Always feeling as if I need to act to fit in or compensate.
Always trying not to be seen.
When in doubt, a wallflower, quiet and easy to not see. 
Never talking with the group, just listening. 
Never dancing in public, worried too many eyes would be watching, thinking the worst. 
Always missing the opportunities and experiences just to stay in her safe space.


Premium MemberThe Time of Youth and Age

Young man, you are rich with time -
you have a whole life ahead.  
Young man, how I wish it were mine,
and I had your riches instead. 

So, won't you, on this fine Spring Day, 
spend a little of your time on me?
I don't take cash.  I will take it as pay
if you tell me of being young and free.

Old man, you have the whole day, 
you are surely rich with time.
Work and school have taken mine away. 
How I wish your time was mine -

and with that, the young man swiftly left,
and that ended their debate. 
Both of those fellows were feeling bereft -
with currencies exchanged at a different rate.

Premium MemberDiamond

Diamond

You are, beautiful love, mine, hmm, why far?
You, loved, the perfect beauty and personality. The Lady

Always, my love is yours—sadness in my life.
Sadness. Yes. My time. The age. Different times

Oh, love. My life is soon passing away. You stay
My young love, hmm, the youth, I am loving you

You are a goal, yes, of my life. Need to give all
My life is not mine, I will die, stay in your heart

I love you, Diamond, my Secret Love, in all times
Hmm. I need your touch, beautiful Hungarian Love

The Only. I want to respect you. That’s my fate
Past. Correcting the past. Sorry for the disappearance

Get my life
For a servant
In home
Of your heart

I needed to talk to you
Always, always
I love you

I love you
My crystal

Diamond
Life

Premium Memberlife is different now

younger me smelled like suntan spray in summer
now I smell like off deep woods spray, a bummer
wood ticks love me, my parasites of choice
last week we counted ten on my cousin Joyce

it’s strange how life changes as we age
We don’t get wiser, can’t claim to be a sage
but our scents change as our teeth get long
life is different now, not right, not wrong

Premium MemberGetting Old is Not for the Young

Sure, youth can run marathons,
But not of the sort
It takes to get old,
That’s a far different sport.

Getting old takes patience
And you must set a pace
To perform to the end,
For this is far from a race.

But here’s some advice,
To aid in the run:
Make sure to hydrate 
With wine and bourbon.

Premium MemberBloodlines


Bloodlines 

Family lineages relatives we call Elders, Uncles, Aunts, 
Cousins,  Brothers, Sisters. Bloodlines 

Inherited unspoken patterns of generational dysfunction. 

Did you Inherited any anxieties,  gossiping,  vexation?

Judgements creating cycles that's hard to escape from.

Transcends from kin to kin, a proportion of ancestors 
that are undisclosed prior to the present time.

Moreover the bloodlines inheritance lives within me.
I am the First born combined of two different family members. 

Comparable to roots of the branches from a tree when
I fall, I'm never down for long.

I originated from strong men and women from eras of
bloodlines cycles.

Premium MemberAs You Get Older

You start to look through another pair of glasses
If you lacked any experience, life has offered you classes
You learn from your past failures and successes
You've  become wiser while your heart has grown restless
What entertained you before, now irritates you somehow
Things that made you laugh, you shake your head at now
You now see the pitiful state of each generation 
You're no longer too busy to enjoy God's creation
The questions you asked in the past are now asked of you
Youngsters are now coming to you asking what to do
Different ones are coming to you for loving advice
Helping them not make the same mistakes twice
As you get older it seem to benefit you and others
When it comes to experience its like you play the mother

Premium MemberGeorgie

Men's minds are devious at the best of times Always twisting their stories I should know, I'm one of dem der guys Pretty sure I'm no different than 98% of my fellow males It's inbred into our psyche and of this I'm sure We're really damn proud of it However I'm a straight shooter At the expense of my fellow males I apologize Hate blowing the whistle on you guys But I can't help it... as George Washington once said “I cannot tell a lie Everything and I mean EVERYTHING That comes out of my mouth Is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth So help... Z-Z-Z-A-A-A-A-A-P-!” Georgie

Premium MemberAs It Goes By

when I was a little fellow
sitting on the front porch
waving at the Amish buggy
as it goes by
 
we weren't much different
as we were farming with horses then
but now there's a machine shed
instead of a barn
huge machinery my grandson uses to farm
 
I'm ninety now
sitting on the front porch
waving at the Amish buggy
as it goes by

Premium MemberOctober 30 2024

October 30/2024 Miracle Man With age came the realization, that most good times lay in my past. Often these become a temporary fixation, and I cling to these both hard and fast. My want to do useful things has remained, but ability no longer shows its face. My mobility today is now restrained, and I dream of life in a better place. Desire and Ability are two horses with different pedigrees. Tom
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Memberused to dance and sing

I used to be able to dance and sing
Seventy-one has a different ring
My ankles are screaming in pain right now
Teeth are cracked and broken, cannot eat cow

Would walk with a limp if I thought I could
Cannot see street signs police say that I should
Sitting in my chair passing lots of gas
Invited to go out? Thanks; I’ll take a pass.

Lost lots of good friends who were worse than me
Shake like an earthquake when I have coffee
Count me out there are alligators there
I will stay alive holding down this chair

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