Old Age Poems - Poems about Old Age

Old age, a few years far off

Whene'er my old age is on blame,
A few years far off gets than I’m.
As learnt I’ve to push goal,
Thanks to hints from my soul,
My youth whilst sprouts a twig on stem.
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Limerick | 30.07.2025 | youth, old age, 

old age blues

It is a dreary day and my feet don’t work
I sit alone feeling like a kind of jerk
when young I could have run circles around them
Now I sit on a bench with an old guy named Jim
the energy I used to have is a mystery, long gone
saying old age is great is a strange saying,

Southern Climes

Spectre, South Pole's chills,
Frost clawing at window sills,
Vague fears, old age thrills....

Tiktok

Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.

Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.

Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in

Gold turned Grey

Autumn gold turned grey,
We all do, including you,
Soul lights fade away....

Old age bah humbug

My feet are asleep
Not one of them
All of them

Old age is crucial
You do not feel older
But your body is a trickster

Your skin spots up
Your hands and neck have wrinkle rings
You begin to grow a beard like the men
But you do not get extra pay for it

When you fall you break your hip
Because the walker could

I Am Not Immortal Any More

I used to think I was made of saltwater and wire,
the bones humming with the permanence
of myth.
I stood naked in the mirror—
a girl with the face of her mother,
but none of her death in her yet.

I thought I could outlast sorrow,
that heartbreak would crack
and pour out of me like yolk
without taking the shell.

But now, when

He Grew Old

When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my grandfather. But he wasn’t short either. He had a habit of biting his cuticles that I inherited and would be

In the Autumn of Life

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the wind has died down—
the ground  s t r e w n 
with nature’s debris—
     autumn’s palette
a feast for the eye … a shelved chore
before the
       inevitable miasma of dusty decay 

teased by wind’s chilling fingers
that’s tasted in the back of the throat –
green

Another Year

It’s another year
And with spring
The automatic sprinklers
Once again run like clockwork
Mesmerizing in the morning 
Making me feel like an inmate
In an insane asylum 
Or old folks home
Bound to view the world 
Through the screen
Of a window or TV 
Bound within while 
Merging without a world
Of vibrant greens
The hypnotic pulse
Of watered lawns
A metronome 
To ground my

A Paradise Sepulcher

A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.

She sells her body, a living corpse,
A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force.
Uncertainty looms, her future unsure,
A womb evacuated, her soul obscure.

Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul,
Yearning for companionship, a heart

In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it

In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it,
we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed,
believing we are kings of life, but in fact, we are blind slaves to unripe desires,
servants of our own lives, as we live in an unfinished dream, a labyrinth of illusions.
The

OLD AGE

Old age is a place, we all aspire to go
How does it looks and feels?
Is it graceful and filled with serenity
With wisdom lined engraved on the face
Or a rugged landscape of regrets?
And some memories that time cannot erase?

March 20, 2025

Growing up while Growing old

Archaic silence reasons with my soul
Not the latest model, and not really a classic
Just a girl who trembles with expectation
When the sun regards my flowers with a smile,
Sending her delicate shafts of hope
Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings
While the rain seeks to nurture the petals
Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light
Breaking through

The Ways and Means of Death

I'm just stepping out of line.
I've missed my time to shine,
But don't mourn me;
My soul will soon run free.

Preparing for the long goodbye,
Few know when or why.
Accepting what they can't deny;
In the silence, I hear them cry.

Others are taken by surprise;
Love ones left with only whys.
Hearts and lives suddenly broken.
No goodbyes ever spoken.

When the body

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