Best Aging Poems

Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
Gate,
Stood opposite the empty wood
Where the...

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Welcome to my ----- life
A beautifully broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
   ...

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'Neath umbra skies I seek a mirrored moment

the breeze a capricious charmer
blows serpentine sways to life
a ballet of tall switchgrass dancers
sweeping edges raspy green
dulling in...

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Girl, Interrupted-

Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life
How did she end up like this?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown
Sorrow...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns...

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Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with...

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When I hold your hand, happily you trek along 
Because you trust me to know where I'm going.
Listening to my stories, you hold my sight...

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Poe's darkness calls to such as I, an ember,
a velvet covered wing chair's grasp on dark nights.
I seek the maudlin moan of his December
to nurse...

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The perky saleslady looked at my aging bicycle
and asked if I would consider a newer model
something lighter
something sexier.

I told her, "My bike and I have...

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        Emily: Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?
     ...

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Seven generations walked through your door,
Which stood so strong and always welcomed in.
You said goodbye when boys headed to war,
Two soldiers lost to battles they...

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Sweet youth with its ghostly shadows of regret 
encircling the mind of an aging maid...like vultures 
       waiting to...

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Playground…

Playground…
I am making decisions every morning,
None of them comes along with any warning.
To go right or to go left, which one is right?
Living in darkness...

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Six feet tall, feisty and tipping the scales
Aunt Eva approached life so playfully
Living in the moment, not fretting details

Even at 80 no harsh wrinkles had...

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To find solace from misty tides that curve,
In low beats gently weaving their way
Along the coastline where our town rests:
This aging lake I knew as...

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