Aging Poems - Poems about Aging

There is a hush inside the bone, A silver thread the stars have known, It winds within the blood’s slow stream And carries time like drifting dream. The lilacs bloom, then fade to dust, The hands grow soft, then stiff with rust, And all the while, the silent spark Dims gently in the growing dark. It is not sorrow, not regret, But something deeper,...

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(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic) Along For The Ride The older I get the less I seem to know Or even care And the more I feel a somewhat detached Observer. I’m okay with this Simply because there is no alternative Although I’m sure a doctor could give me Some drug or hormone to change my view. And being okay with it, Not resisting or...

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On Growing Older Sometimes my steps are steady, Sometimes my hands shake. Sometimes my memory falters, And I make some sad mistake. Sometimes I hear you talking But I do not understand. Just remember that I love you And I do the best I can. My skin is sagged and wrinkled. I look a little like an Elf. My eyesight's getting hazy, Sometimes I repeat...

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early evening walk two shadows walking ahead melting into one...

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I still wake to crisp morning air, but hope dissolves right then and there. As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh— another day begins, and I wonder why. Time drags slowly—no spark, no fun, another long cold day, no warmth, no sun. No ambition, no energy, nothing gets done— just me and this silence I cannot outrun. I used to be...

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Our story began behind bars with the broken, Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken. Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on, Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone. You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace, Me, burnt out but still showing my face. We stitched up souls with words and care, In a world where few...

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me the truth, tell me all. The passing of youth, and of dreams young. Reverence for the truth, songs of the heart, freely sung. I see the happy days of innocence, the fond memories of childhood. The unquestioned acceptance of all things pure, all things good. Mirror, mirror on...

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Aging Hiku 26 s. a. n. d. s of time drip on s-t-e-m and l ~e~ a~ v~ e~ s...

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Once, colours bloomed beneath my fingertips, A world alive in every waxy line. With careless joy, I painted paper ships And skies where suns and silver moons would shine. Each shade, a song of summers never gray, Of laughter loud, of barefoot, grassy trails. But now those hues have slowly slipped away, Replaced by ticking clocks and grown-up tales. The red of courage...

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being 'sixty' was nearing a... retirement age and the sixties were fun just... as the seventies were mainly a pleasure and now the eighties are almost less than closer to what they coffffhrrrmmmph might be but that's life on the edge of adventure : ) len ...

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The years linger on taking its toll. You’ve been through it all looking back you behold. All the things you’ve seen. The many crazy dreams. Now you wind down as your life begins to slow. Seeing faces that are unfamiliar these people you don’t know. Daydreaming you stare outside. You wonder over your life and how it has passed you by. All the...

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Springtime and The Fall Spring is most certainly an uplifting time, All around Life growing With infectious enthusiasm, But lately I’ve been feeling mine Beginning to unravel. I knew it would come eventually But now I’ve reached the point Where I could care less About what I have done Or who I have become Simply because it is all Just so many layers, Built...

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Sinners, we're all afire, Immersed in our desire, Naught can impact flame, No one really to blame, Earthy, human embers, Revival, age remembers, Sensual, our Decembers!...

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I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile. Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow. You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing, you see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing. But you don’t see me. I am no longer desirable, desired, nor worth a glance...

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