Short Growing Old Poems

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Left Unsaid

This is better left unsaid,
Would a doctor want this read?
"Growing old is not for jibs,
Your fluid tablets give us the blip!"


Clock(2)

Forty summers, forty springs
You concentrate on brighter things.
Then forty autumns, forty cold
Decembers…and you’re growing old.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Growing Old Is a Process

Growing old is a process…
If you’re blessed…you’ll be around to see…
you have grown up to be 
the person…you always wanted to be.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Fear

Oh, the fear of growing old,


         Youthful bodies now turning cold...


              Death, the fear of a life unworthy.
Form: Senryu

Growing Old But Better

mabe am at that age
where  you seen fade
you see
am heavenly
and also more bold
feel i could live forever
GROWING OLD
BUT BETTER


Old Age

Growing old is not a big deal 
Your only has old as you feel 
Age you'll find 
Is all in the mind 
It's those aches and pains that are real.
© John Read  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Ode To Birthdays

Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!

(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)
Form: Quatrain

Knowings of My Sagely Soul

"This strife shall continually overflow this cup,"

To my inquisitive spirit my sagely soul told,

"Until with growing old

Comes growing up."
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Growing Up Or Growing Old

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
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Never Did

Never did what you thought you might
Wandering through darkness looking for light
Lost in the silence 
A wandering soul
Alone and empty
growing old
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Spring Affair

her face growing old
lines of her eyes, ancient trees.
young lovers are  lost
her branches bend with spring tears.
young rain seeps deep in the wood.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Getting It Together

Hate bedewed with youth
power to impair one’s kin,
grace in growing old
a time to regret, lament...
grandson, reflection of time.

© Harry J Horsman 2012
Form: Tanka

Burn This House

let's burn the house!
	as you snip the wick
	and paint the world -
	you're such a brick!
	if truth be told
	i never liked the thought
	of growing old!
Form:

Premium Member GRATEFUL FOR JRANZ KAFKA

The older I grow the more I’m thankful for Franz Kafka
Who…I’ve read…and I’ve been told
Said:
Anyone who keeps the ability to find beauty
never will grow old
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member GROWING OLD

May we be blessed to understand
in spite of what many of us are told:
That even though we can’t help growing older
it is not inevitable that we grow old.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Mother and Father

Mother and Father 
At the table 
Arguing about the past
For better or worse 
Growing old together.  


            W.A CHOLT.  Copyright  Fergal O Reilly 2013.
© W.A. Cholt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member The Angst of Aging

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

Premium Member Many Times

She said how happy she has been with him
then asked 
if he was happy too…
He smiled.
I’ve fallen in love many times in my life, he answered…
and every time…
with you.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Old Girlfriend

OLD GIRLFRIEND
Remember me as one who's told
your life as you are growing old,
before your time to be
what only I can see,
alone and empty, bare and cold.
     © ron wilson
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epitaph

Growing Old - An Acrostic

Golly gee how did I ever
Receive such a gift of
Old age to pontificate
Wisely winding through
Interests as varied and
New as a
Grand baby who

Only
Loves a
Dear me.
© Sue Mason  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member For Thou Art Woven with Me

Thou anchor of my all, of love and life,
For in a marriage, hearts both beat for two;
For thou art woven with me, wove and wife,
For thus, while growing old, we do renew.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Gravity

Melted skulls and sagging sails:
what growing old with tats entails.
Few give pause to stop and think
how time’s patina colors ink.

—————

H/T to Eric Ashford’s Tat
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Belief

Growing old
More precious than gold
Find a way
Have your say
Fear not beneath
It holds relief
Opened eyes
Helped me rise
Pushing on
Where I belong
Never lost
Within the frost

Premium Member More Than Gold

The sun is setting , the sky is pink

The view is astounding to behold.

A time to relax, reflect and think

As this day is growing old.

Moments like this are worth more than gold.

Invisible Woman

No one sees her cry.
No one dries her tears.
No one calms her fears.
Or hears her quiet sigh

Unnoticed through the day
No one sees her pass
Loneliness will last.
It never goes away.
Form: Rhyme

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