Short Aging Poems
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Every
pass in time
we are at our
oldest moment--also,
youngest.
Date 09/03/2019
howmanysyllables
23462
Wandering into
Mist-shrouded, cavernous rooms.
Gliding past ghostly
Mirrors. Choking on Pages
Of a Faded Existence.
Is tapping in to that youthful energy
Instead of pretending you still have it.
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Experience is worth a whole lot.
Once
too young
for romance
She's grown quite a
bit.
I
wonder
if she would
like to be kissed
now.
Written 3/2/19
for tunes
forgotten...
foresights
forecast...
forces foreseen
for aging
forever...
foraging...
for tunes
stan sand
autumn’s rusty ghosts
haunt the naked cherry trees –
memories of fruits...
torpid mists enshroud the sun
with prophecies of winter...
When his joints ached as he rose
he kicked the chair leg in despair.
He knows it is the fault of age…
but it’s easier to blame the chair.
Aging is not for the faint of heart
smile lines bags and cellulite sags
Your butt begins to fall apart
As your mind matures wisdom hacks.
May we be blessed to embrace getting older
every wrinkle, every line…
because wrinkles are only the remnants
that our smiles leave behind
Instead of finding someone to grow old with…
may we all break the mold…
and find someone to grow younger with
as together….we grow old.
Dealing with one’s mortality
Reveals a stark reality
As you age
You set the stage
For you own finality
Bill Marable
9/17/24 6:39 pm
Getting younger every day,
Achieving your goals more so,
With life, with its assertion of entitlement,
Enabling you to arrive at fulfilment.
Lanterne - Old or New Poetry Contest
11/16/23 Joseph May
Old?
Laugh, learn,
live, love, move
to find the young
you.
May we be blessed to remember in the school of life
the syllabus has but one directive…
Growing old is a mandatory class
Growing up…is an elective
The tree stands stately
A thousand rings betray age
The birds sing like sages
Gnarled trunk suffers all weathers
Light dew moistens bird feathers
The enhancement of God's beauty
Is shown upon your Face
With marks and folds and creases
And lined with heavenly Grace.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
old photograph
she smiled
many years ago
What ages one's body is the passing of time
What ages his heart, is his lack of dreaming!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 December 2019
Each line is like a daub of the brush stroke
Of the Artist painting Grace
And the final adoring beauty
Is the image of your Face
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Age rushed in like the waves of an unrelenting sea…
knowing she could not hold back the tide
she welcomed in the ocean
and did her best to enjoy the ride.
‘If you’re lucky you’ll find someone to grow older with’
as a young man he was told
instead he found someone to grow younger with
as both of them grew old.
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hip dips
left, uneven~
gravity pulls hard now.
each step swaying pendulum’s grief.
hold me.
Today I’m thankful to be aging
and taking with me the wisdom of a sage…
Who said:
Live your life the best way you can
and forget about your age.
he lived in a group home in Corning
he went to a room without warning
“You’re in the wrong bed!”
“Don’t worry,” he said,
“I won’t remember in the morning.”
I never thought much about growing old
While challenging the idea of “getting” old
A well-aged wine or cheese has merit
A well-aged man has wrinkles and nose hair