Old Age Poems - Poems about Old Age

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

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors. Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay? Would it were the same with all of my dolors. But age hasn’t washed any of my dolors away. I finally saw hills as old as me, and it was such a pitiful sight to see, with many a...

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I have become A child again ...

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