Ageism Poems - Poems about Ageism

Age is just a number they say, But when it come to relationships, They take that back, When it comes to applications for work, They take that back, When it comes to a sound mind , They take that back, When they...Read the rest...

Once you were lush Form sweet and ripe Skin satin, elastic All poreless and tight Now bones are weak Cracked, brittle and thin Womb used and dry No more collegan Dismissed and discarded As if aging a sin Punished for wrinkles...Read the rest...

Treated so cold Sought job, told no Too old, she's deemed Date written: 01/25/2021...Read the rest...

The heart of the matter, is age. More specifically, my age. I'm too old to assign blame, there's no longer any point. The 'me' there is will have to stay, growing older, devouring energy, till the myth of the Mass is...Read the rest...

The invitations are already out for our local community dialogue without need to shout or pout about another straight white male monologue. In fact, as fiction, we have taken a nearly unprecedented step of inviting straight white males over the maturing age of...Read the rest...

Red squirrels, fluffy tails, clamoring up a tree. Chattering with their cousins, in a group of sixty-three. Gray squirrels, brown glittering eyes, to almost black. Staying to themselves, in four hollow tree stumps in the back. Making fun, laughing...Read the rest...

A baby was born with carotene skin and left on a Senator’s doorstep in Washington. This neonate’s pigment was reddish orange, bright too, unusually garish. How will we label it? The lawmakers fretted when the Senator took it to...Read the rest...

Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems. Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me; they also get written into poems. All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all. It...Read the rest...

Angel? Demon? Faerie? Witch? Random labels None apply. We are all changelings Pure and simple Or complicated and unpure Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events. Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us. Changing us completely in one...Read the rest...

Ageism Summer is always hot in the valley the sea breeze does not reach here. I have a fan blowing shifting the air giving the impression of cooling the air. By all means we are prosperous...Read the rest...

a pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble god oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when...Read the rest...

a pervasive bareness walks like an honest lie on the road to truth the bone white marble god oversees the planet green’s woes a climate change of heart its manipulations its intrigues something remains unsaid when...Read the rest...