Aging Poems - Poems about Aging

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

... Written: May 03, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike, I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike. The colors shim......Read the rest...

... Young Anna* worked with yarn and loved a quilting bee, but someday she’d do works that all the world would see. Her genius flourished late in life and freely flowed, for not by man but nature ......Read the rest...

...Aging braincells get rewired And one way I surely know it Is that I am always tired And my face and body show it. Even after hours of sleeping, If I sit to read a book, Sometimes drowsiness ......Read the rest...

... Dark, sexy, ebony eyes that light up, sparkle and twinkle. Tender lips, as tempting as red, sensuous, burgundy wine. On your handsome face, not even one, creeping, aging wrinkle. Wish......Read the rest...

...We are losing daylight Carry on, carry on I've not yet chosen Whether darkness Lightens my load Conversations Float on air Perhaps me to me There is no right Nor wrong When you expertly ......Read the rest...

...I sit next to you, I have never seen such beauty in my life. My beautiful, darling wife, I have seen you stand in front of this mirror a million times, And not once have I wanted to l......Read the rest...

...There's more rust in my joints than ever. My bones sound like an old screen door, and my knees predict the weather better than any app. Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers, and the creak o......Read the rest...

...Rebirth: Tragedy has been your favorite genre— A fount of acts and scenes of wailing tears and excruciating scars punctured alive by so-called healers. That oozing wound paints the genr......Read the rest...

...In the attic of your heart, they dwell, Like forgotten relics in a spell, Their whispers soft, a distant stream, In the labyrinth of your surreal dream. Within this dream, your parents a......Read the rest...

...From the valley of a lone Victor, Hope bloomed on mornings dew, Carrying promises of a brighter sun, In echoes of joy and persistent smile. Here he comes, draped In night’s shroud , Messenger ......Read the rest...

...wooden spoon worn smooth calloused hands’ enduring tool sleeps in a drawer......Read the rest...

...Time continues to slip past. Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by. You can't slow it down. You can't halt it. No matter how much you try to hold it back It is still sl......Read the rest...

...Your racing bike is broken with a bad derailleur. I look back at my life and admit it’s a failure. If a daft old hen laying scrambled eggs, so sad, can, Then I will concede that I’m an a......Read the rest...

...We want to look young Ginseng for anti-aging Flower that sprung.......Read the rest...