Aging Poems - Poems about Aging

Aging rocks fall into the sea; the tides erode all norms over time. ...Read the rest...

Crappy, crepey skin What a shape I'm in Is it inherited though Watch out daughters for The warning signs or It will slip up on you so Fast as speeding car Superman by far Get on it keep it at bay Whom am I...Read the rest...

Fats and sugars and other such we pack our stomachs with too much; the result is an expanded waistline duplicated by a rear not far behind....Read the rest...

The leaden cloud-covered sun relentlessly starves the summer harvest- strangling its life-giving light to wield the death of all filaments and assemblance of living green. Leaves plot their fate turning into a fiery protest of orange, yellow, cinnabar, and tawny...Read the rest...

The older I get The weaker and slower And more tired I get (with, from, of) And the less I care (about, for, to). When I was younger I guess I saw this coming, At least I saw it in old...Read the rest...

Age like fine wine Gets better more Handsome with time....Read the rest...

A man only grows old when he no longer dreams, then he decreases....Read the rest...

a seed is planted in the garden watching it push up slowly through the wet soil green shoots rising in the spring rain she holds the baby in her arms softly cooing in the blazing heat of summer...Read the rest...

What is time if not an elusive, capricious thing? We want more of it—but with more of it, we age. And if we age, we have less time. What an elusive, capricious thing—time is, ...Read the rest...

I never thought much about growing old While challenging the idea of “getting” old A well-aged wine or cheese has merit A well-aged man has wrinkles and nose hair ...Read the rest...

I used to walk with such a sprightly pace, Now I shuffle slow, like I am in a race... With a turtle. My steps, they take their time, Each creak and crack a rhythmic rhyme....Read the rest...

In the quiet hush of morning light, He stares at her with tender eyes, A face familiar, yet out of sight, In the fog where all memory lies. Her voice, a melody he once knew, Now stirs something deep inside, A...Read the rest...

In his old leather chair he sits and blinks his eyes the off white sits on his hair like dust upon the mantle. A murky sea of bluish grey where smoking gave him cataracts but they still burn of yesterday the tobacco...Read the rest...

I age gradually as obstacles come on suddenly...Read the rest...

Two old men. That’s all; not much to look at. Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces Upon their welcoming checkerboard. I...Read the rest...