Best Midlife Poems
On my way to work today,
It struck me out of the blue,
There’re lots of things I haven’t done,
There’re things I need to do,
I need to bungee jump from off a bridge,
And leap right out of a plane,
I need to speed around in a sportsman’s car,
Then cover myself in Champagne,
And I really need to get a tattoo,
And go to the gym to get strong,
And cut away all these little grey strands,
To help me feel I belong,
Then moisturize my cheeks and nose,
Remove the wrinkles around my eye,
As I drive right through my midlife crisis,
Now my life has just gone by.
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
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A midlife challenge offered me its hand-
with careful thought, I took the challenge up.
This choice I made- some could not understand
why this endeavor would help fill my cup.
The cup of knowledge I was meant to fill-
to gather facts of which I never knew.
To read great books and write with added skill-
breathe deep the satisfaction as I do.
Began my part-time college-going days-
a steadfast choice I never will forget.
My journey took six years, and in all ways
a firm decision I would not regret.
Each day on campus, in another world,
my mind consumed sweet knowledge like fine wine.
A deeper way of thinking soon unfurled;
fulfillment and accomplishment- were mine.
Summa cum laude- my graduation day!
My father, husband, children, family
stood proud to honor this in every way;
to praise my choice- be overjoyed for me.
September 9, 2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Graduation Blessing
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelly
Judged: 07/06/2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: The Choices We Make In Life
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Judged: 09/11/2015
What is it?
Must we mark a calender,
and tell ourselves,
Okay, this is the midway point,
we’ve reached the summit.
From this point forward,
we’re on a downhill slide,
where the river’s bend
is transparent, purple turns
to gray, and summers char
your insides to ashes?
Do winters now
begin to freeze bones,
crack them like icicles
falling on concrete?
I have passed
the midway point,
so where does this leave me?
Do I vegetate, or
keep sliding into zero?
Well, listen up, mark it down.
I refuse to accept defeat,
I will beat the odds.
I am my mother’s daughter.
Her indomitable spirit
permeates my genes.
Midlife Blossoming ~ The Late 1970s
Age thirty-nine...kids, grown and out;
the empty nest, so stark and cold.
Two off to college, third, almost...
glum days ahead can be foretold.
Just like a ghost town... home became,
though hours at work filled time up well.
But still, I felt a door had closed,
and life became a shallow shell.
To help fill gaps, I soon began
to study books and write once more.
So much to learn to improve skills...
my thoughts led to another door.
That door I opened. Six years passed
at college, where I had enrolled.
Earned my degree...English BA
and business minor, now I hold.
My writings flourished, published some;
new skills soon helped our company
expand and thrive for many years...
dear husband Pres, and I, VP.
March 24, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Where Were You In the '70s?
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 03/10/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: When A Door Closes
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 04/03/2016
Upon reaching forty
and going
over the hill.
None of her dreams
had been fulfilled.
Malaise descended
on her like
fall in September.
Due to monotonous routines
from New Years'
to Decembers.
On the spur of the moment
longevity had it's wish.
She laid burdens down
for a
small amount of bliss.
Some were frantic
wondering where
she had gone.
Twas learned a little
later while far from home.
A necessary step
which preserved
her life.
Thereby gaining
a new perspective
minus stress and strife.
After reattaining some measure
of who she should be.
Through liberation
a soul's return
has needed serenity.
blind leading the blind of psychological holes in the plot
which tag to follow
can't tag the butcher
ignorance is bliss
as the game of life gets more complex the more we go
forgetting to keep it simple
A useful idiot
made out of my mistakes
ahead of myself
got sick trying to care
the target audience, we dont tend to
to make ourselves feel better
cares for themselves by tending to the story
i came to be
nurturing and mothering until we are unable to give
slaves of salve
and the laughter of bliss
what am i forgetting
the have no problem from their distances helping me out
tables of perception
everyone who cares is going to get sick
love is a battlefield
and caring now a days subconciously we know to be dangerous
a soul train
of poisoned prayers to be answered
and look in hindsight of what you accomplished
without any help
you did it for you
enabled them
so they could start on the first level of how we all belong
and do it for themselves
Away in this manger
the trespasses
and how and why they will be forgiven
what we learn through our mistakes
the art of balancing body mind and soul
to make ourselves a miracle out of the walking contradiction
the spiritual sacrifice
a story of a king
condemning innocence
man's plan to take their power back
we don't see the train coming,
for the reason even the trees cant help but laugh
the game of life
from the confusion of sex and diamonds
woken up to their treasures to find
the soul train about to go off its tracks
there we stood drawing lines in the sands
searching for a needle in a hay stack of the delivery of this message
instead of a line its a bridge serperating sands
the messenger a vehicle of thousands of controversial mediums
geared for this one purpose
no one will be forgotten
my turn is over
one foot forward, backwards to the last person who never made it over
the bridge behind me burning
thousands on the other side
there is another way
all of you shouting in unison to save the day
what we would have never seen
if i would never have gone back to lend a hand
take the long way home
and by then the message and messenger will understand
As youth flows out with middle age,
I find it hard to turn the page.
Life deals the cards and calls our name.
We ante up, or leave the game.
Working, saving, spending, craving
If success is measured by the things we own
By glorious deeds so widely known,
Then I must fold; in shame confess,
“I've lost this hand, I've failed the test.”
Labor, scheming, planning, dreaming
The dreams of youth are so elusive,
Love and fortune, so exclusive,
Time has placed them beyond my grasp,
The lock of age is on the hasp.
Experience, yearning, study, learning
Notions in granite, supplanted anew,
Ideals, so innocent and true
That filled my adolescent thoughts,
Replaced with truth; by patience wrought.
Knowledge, growing, wisdom showing
Life is not over! Not soiled with rust!
The dawn is now! A light to trust.
My coffers fill to overflowing.
My treasures humble, still are growing.
Riches tallied, courage rallied
A home and family; sacred ground,
With spouse and children gathered 'round,
A stronghold, safe from worldly trouble.
My life's net worth has been redoubled.
Performing at a karaoke place,
he strode to the stage, such a mammal; oh!
That song he sang! Its words I can't erase:
" I want to f*ck you like an animal."
A pervert he and everything that's base,
yet strangely, I was feeling flammable.
He ambled off onto his girlfriend's arms.
I wondered her impression of his charms.
Then later at a concert i would spy
right smack in front of me and my own mate,
the buck against his girlfriend was that guy
behind her pressed.I watched them undulate,
like having sex, but dressed, and they can't wait!
A yearning suddenly came over me.
That night a strange boy was my fantasy.
(Stanza one is Ottava Rima while Stanza 2 is Rhyme Royal.)
True story from one of the few times I attended a long-ago motorcycle rally with hubbie. Posted 4/6/17 John Lawless' GO AHEAD....I DARE YA!!!Contest
It's raining and the sun has returned home
although I am by myself, yet I am not alone
mind engages intellect, with time to consider
how this heart of mine, has grown so bitter
Not long ago, reflections of the past were a delight
then in a brief moment, my happiness took flight
once having a life with meaning, love and security
now with remorse and desire, for a heart with purity
Continuing to pursue life normally, while anxieties drown the mind
no matter what I might do, any sense of happiness seems confined
confused with mixed emotions, and knowing that they are both true
yet despite my conflict, still mustering the will to tell her, I love you
With each and every passing day, I look forward to behold
once again to greet those yesterdays, those yesterdays of old
but those yesterdays are buried, the fear of the future takes hold
all of what now remains, are those few tomorrows left to unfold
Worries must stem from this lack of control, how not to consider
thinking of how few years are left to live, could anyone not be bitter
the unknown of what the rest of your life will bring, an awesome fear
when you advance in years, only then does it become all too clear
Times passes, the body ages, memories flounder, and reality sets in
maybe tomorrow the mail will arrive, addressed to: The Next of Kin
finding yourself in an emotional upheaval, there is but one thing to do
forage deep down inside, and uncover your faith, your only rescue
Faith will give you the strength, it will guide you to trust in the One above
fears of the future and of the unknown, disappear in this world called love
experiencing midlife crisis, something you can and will successfully overcome
but first never stop searching, trusting in G-d, and to depression never succumb
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Words perched on the tip
of the tongue not forthcoming
very frustrating...
Midlife Crisis, or so they say
They call it this when grown men play
They buy shiny cars and fly in planes
They chase young women to dull their pangs
They hang in packs and tell their lies
And find no truth in empty eyes
They take great voyages to find the truth
Yet no one gets wet in the fountain of youth
They color hair and wrinkle not
But time comes forth, although not sought
And Time, my friend, is an unbeaten foe
Rolling you over in its under-toe
The battle lost, they bow their heads
Father time sets the hour glass next to their beds
And in the end , they remember this
That time well spent is time of bliss
Life is a whirlpool
It drives you to the bottom no matter how hard your try to get away.
Life is a thunderstorm
It weighs you down and strikes down the proud.
Life is a blizzard
It is freezing cold and eventually buries you.
Life is a desert
It burns and offers little relief.
Life is quicksand
It traps you and leaves you no escape.
Who can truly give me refuge and comfort?
When will God be merciful and give me a turning point?
Have I been pierce enough?
Have not my tears flooded enough oceans?
Why must I live when each day pierces me?
Why must all I have sown be left to the crows?
When, O Lord, when will I enjoy a harvest?
When will I be satisfied with a full cup and overflowing chalice?
Midlife crisis
Is this just
A midlife crisis
Or am I doing
what I like
for I just went
and purchased myself
a brand new motorbike
is this just
a midlife crisis
or am I just insane
for just last week
I went and jumped
Out of an aeroplane
Is this just
A midlife crisis
Climbing up this hill
Not at all
I told myself
I’m just looking
For jack ,or jill
Is this just
A midlife crisis
As I go dancing
Every night
Not at all
I told myself
It brings me much delight
Is this just
A midlife crisis
As I drive my car
So fast
Not at all
I told myself
I couldn’t afford it
In the past
When you hit
The midlife hour
Some may say
Your sappy
But who care’s
What the others think
Just do what makes you happy
Stuck in the middle
of one thing and another
I wait for something
but nothing begins
I start it going
a crisis of my own
I like kids music
and pop TV
It's middle ground
between birth and death
Finally midlife comes to me