Midlife Poems - Poems about Midlife

Beware the midlife crisis: It takes you by surprise after your 40th existential rise. There is no remedy to cure this dralody. All you can do is feel blue and pout day in and day out. They say that life begins at forty but they are wrong because not everyone starts looking for fun in the birthday song. while dancing and prancing on the road from...

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Running from what is really hurting you -while trying to find what takes the hurt away...

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Dazed and confused Lost in the mire Everyday My hearts on fire Why did I have to Look at you We were doing great things Headed for glory Then u decided To relive old stories Why aren’t we Enough for you All I ever wanted Was just to be good And I really have been But it doesn’t matter That I’m really true Coz s will say Anything To bring you...

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Are my motives questionable Maybe even disagreeable Knowing they will be unforgettable Therefore, under the magnifying glass examine A male hippopotamus lost so much weight He felt he was the bull most likely To stay out late With flamboyant, embellished cows He was no longer A defender of his character Living in abandon His life needed to be abolished His old life he needed to follow Acknowledge...

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The optimist said that fifty years is half your life, but the audience surely knows that men don't live much longer than the heyday of their town's proud factory or the life span of an empire in the modern age. Fifty-five years down a blind path cluttered with bombshells, every wrong foot a heaving blast, brickbats, not lemons rain down on my...

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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...

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I winged with the doves in my unbounded boyhood. Those rainbows and the contrails still stay in the soul. I sweated several times but that never lost me sleep. Now anxieties sprout in the sweat. I lose me in the parching forebodings. Conditioned by the symptoms, both heard and read, I die again, of heart attack this time. I remember a swarm of fireflies decorating my dark...

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midlife crisis her biological clock starts ticking...

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Bewildered in crossroad of crisis midlife steel wool clouds loom in porcelain sky Confused and wearied in stubborn strife autumn leaves chased in wild winds fly Unmerciful corrosion honing voids deep contort soft green tendrils into hard wood Evaporated twilight tears no longer weep in stream of subconscious, all understood. blemish and freckles all wrinkled within yet...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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