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Best Aged Poems

Below are the all-time best Aged poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of aged poems written by PoetrySoup members

Premium Member Middle Aged White Guy
How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching 
With women...

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Categories: aged, angst, racism,
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Whispers Shared

Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in...

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Categories: aged, appreciation, beauty, community, creation,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My Winter's Wishes
In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  

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Categories: aged, age, god, hope, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member THE MALE MENOPAUSE - please feel free to join in the collaboration
Ted’s libido has now gone astray
He refused a quick roll in the hay
So what could be the cause -   
It’s the male menopause...

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Categories: aged, age, body, humorous, men,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member An Omen Of The Taste Of Twilight

is the wild magic of this place;
this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
Afterlife mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how...

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Categories: aged, angst, animal, death, fate,
Form: Free verse

There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in...

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© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: aged, faith, friendship, love,
Form: Prose
Premium Member The Irony Of Fate
In a moment of juvenile jealousy 
he envies his red rival

with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet...

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Categories: aged, age, desire, fate, irony,
Form: Free verse
Ode to Mum

Brown paper memories she puts in my hands
Twine roughly tied in a bow slightly askew
Part and parcel of a humble life once led?
My defiant eyes...

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Categories: aged, inspirational love, love, mum,
Form: Ode
Premium Member Regret
Why I did it, I don’t know
Tornado of regret tortures my heart

On a moonless night, he approached 
Limping toward me as I pumped gas
Why was...

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Categories: aged, angst,
Form: Free verse
The Train
 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,

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Categories: aged, lost love,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member His Golden Essence
The oyster shell 


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Categories: aged, appreciation, beauty, father, inspiration,
Form: Monoku
Premium Member SEX AFTER 40

You are old and fragile
Claiming to be a lion when in bed
In some way, you remind me of the walking dead
Your bones make...

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Categories: aged, body, change, confusion, depression,
Form: Free verse
A Poet with a Priceless Pen
I am poet with a priceless pen
born to burnish the beauty of men.
I wonder what mortal mirrors reflect...
For me, all races deserve respect.

I often hear...

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Categories: aged, analogy, poetry, poets,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon Second Poet In Dedication series
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist,...

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Categories: aged, appreciation, art, assonance, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member In Your Ruins

               I'm lost at sea and weary

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Categories: aged, love, love hurts, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Sun That Parts The Clouds
Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 

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Categories: aged, age, emotions, fear, hope,
Form: Free verse
The Night Before Christmas By Edgar Allan Poe
On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,

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Categories: aged, christmas,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Memories and Mourning
Trickle tender tears - those that take their time
born to bathe and baptize bereavement;
dew drops cling to fragile petals of forlorn feelings ~

aged and alone

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Categories: aged, bereavement, emotions, grief, loss,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Beyond the Breakers
Calm, cobalt seas beyond the waves beckon
Baby Boomer surfer responds
he stands upon his nicked, red board
placing his precious cargo on its deck

tired arms paddle to...

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Categories: aged, farewell, sea,
Form: Free verse
our colour of yellow
The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching...

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© Lynn Marie  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: aged, happiness, inspirational, love, me,
Form: Free verse
My maa touches my poems
My aged mother
she can't understand English...
feels my poems by touch

she touches the words
her frail fingers caressing...
smile in wrinkled face

'write a poem for me'--
'all the poems...

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© kash poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: aged, motherinspirational, poems,
Form: Senryu
Premium Member -Untitled-
A gentle tickle belies the sadness
as the corner of my eye swells and my vision blurs.
The beauty and the joy fading from my mind,
the "what...

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Categories: aged, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Poem for Michael
Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician 
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision 
to respond to you 
our multi-versed 

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Categories: aged, abuse, angst, discrimination, identity,
Form: Rhyme

A father of six he was in his early forties,
struck by cancer
toiling to provide for his children 
no property
no land
no animals 
but a loyal old...

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Categories: aged, evil, world,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member A Short Fleeting Moment of Happiness
I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
Yet I prefer to...

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Categories: aged, love,
Form: Free verse