Aged Poems - Poems about Aged

I happened on a tardigrade. He told of places he had stayed, and sadly sighed. He spoke of the friends he had made, and the times he'd been afraid, and then he softly cried. He'd lived in Antarctica and Spain, the fiery desert and icy rain, and neither froze nor fried. He was old, in so much pain, and asked, "why must I remain?" before...

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Their fists were of furious intent, But backs were too aged and bent. It wasn't the seizing, But rather the wheezing, That both to the hospital sent....

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The palace of love we built ~ when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins, is now a crumbled castle — its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood; a jaded clock and faded photographs ...

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When old age comes and I grow weak and slow, And cannot do the things I used to know, Dear Father, please take care of soul and flesh, And guide me through life’s trials. It brings me shame to rent when I am old, Lord, bless me with a house before I’m cold. Let me build my own home before that...

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Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm still the same berry, same fruit, slightly fragmented, a little indented, not demented. You got a sample of me when I was at my prime, taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our...

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in the aged pear tree ...

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Archaic silence reasons with my soul Not the latest model, and not really a classic Just a girl who trembles with expectation When the sun regards my flowers with a smile, Sending her delicate shafts of hope Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings While the rain seeks to nurture the petals Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light Breaking through...

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Got my last name, It’s Privislav until the day that I die. Glass full of pain, Paint thinner halves the days I have alive. Tomorrow is yesterday by the time the check came on by, I cast my net out wide, But the catch ain’t the same. Can’t even dash, I just gotta dine. Sipping on...

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It’s taken a lifetime to write the song Legends of joy upon the mountain peaks Evoking rhapsodies from festive weeks Written by one whose always been headstrong It’s taken such strength to write each soft verse As the silence reaches past my heart’s chase Shadows of my soul slumber with disgrace Where the story of my heart seems a curse It’s taken strength...

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Waterlogged with life washed up like castaways on the shore of old age. ...

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Maybe it's not what we think it is, why you're having all these problems. Yeah, you are on one. It's our age that gets in the way. It's fine. Fine as wine. Wine is better aged. Not that I would know because we ain't on wine. We're better aged. On one is just a number. Yeah, we're better this way. We're better aged....

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This can't be my age! I am still young at heart The life of a party Though hitting the bed by ten Gained a few kilos of weight But can fit into my youthful jeans Grew sluggish and shorter in height Although ready for a morning jog Have to wear glasses now As the print size has become smaller A few grays in...

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i was chosen for the next moon landing and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting in lightweight space suits but i wore my black leather jacket to show my contempt for space i speak to anyone in similar attire in supermarket queues i've jumped to tell a co-customer i like that the world beard and moustache championships were postponed due to the covid-19 pandemic tailored...

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I guess the question begs for an answer, at what age does our life start to plummet? When do all of those eager years of youth, reach the peak and fall over the summit? I wonder how old do we have to be, before we will begin that downhill slide? Towards that predictable river’s bend, where uselessness and old age now reside? Someone...

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Super woman is middle aged now Her headlights hang low; her back aches. Her feet are as tired as the day is long. Why do you still do it? Her friends ask. Yes, she still leaps off of high buildings. But it takes more than a single bound. And she tries her best to save people But the bad guys are faster...

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