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Poem Details | by Gail Roberts |
Categories: age, death, old, woman,

The Old Woman

Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all 
but distant memories 
and moments carved 
treasured wooden dolls 
faces and form 
now whittled away
Lines and furrows etch 
the frail countenance
struggling in vain to see
a fast approaching 
Daylight dims as twilight fades,
and lurking in the corner there,
A Dark Shadow
smiles. . . . .
as the old woman waits 

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Poem Details | by Michael Wegman |
Categories: age, care, caregiving, death, devotion, health, life,


I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without much fuss
Yet still it seems I burden those who care
To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. 

Each time I rise to face my life once more
Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard
For pains one takes to move upon this earth
Or see and hear with clarity implored.

I thank my Lord for each new day He gives
And givers who see beyond one’s struggle
With patience and always kind words spoken
Dignity and respect to me maintained.

Poem Details | by anbes rawal |
Categories: age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,


My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: age, child, death, mystery, tree, woman,

The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery

Poem Details | by Warren Doll |
Categories: age, death, fear, life, water,

The Sea

When I was young
To her waves I clung
And, I would play
Upon her sun baked bank all day

As I grew, I could do 
What my spirit wanted to
I was free
Becoming a close friend of the sea

On the day my parents died
Upon her bank I sat and cried
As my tears flowed forth from me
My sorrow was washed into the sea

Now advanced in years
Full of many old age fears
On her bank, I sit and wait
Pondering my eternal fate

After giving it some thought
Ignoring much of what I’ve been taught
I’m wading into the sea
My friend brings Peace and Death to me

Poem Details | by Aaron Wheeler |
Categories: age, death, life,


Body aches and pains.
Limbs unwilling to function.
My name is old age.

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: death, nature,

- Haiku X 163 - The Stone Age -

                                     many stones lifted

                                     a cemetery for loss

                                      rest your wheels - amen

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: age, death,

Old Age

It came upon me unawares
As I bargained to make a living.
Thus absorbed in daily cares
The years I deemed forgiving.

Getting old was ages away
I told myself each new year.
"I'm still young," I liked to say,
"I'm certain to stay right here."

But the clock began to chime
Messages in muted tones.
I was running out of time,
A blackening in the bones.

I felt it too in others' acts
Addressing me as sir.
They excused my mislaid facts
Ever pretending I didn't err.

A godly mercy attends old age,
The past becomes a blur.
It eases one off life's stage
Thinking things that never were.

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: age, death, life,

The Last Tomorrow

All his tomorrows rattled by
rumbling along the predestined track
an endless freight train passing
as he sat in traffic at life’s crossing

Lulled into pseudo sleep by the monotony
of the swaying flashes of daylight
he had stopped counting the passing cars
sat in his loneliness, longing for the caboose

That fantasy of life’s last tomorrow
laboriously lumbering into view
blindly following all his yesterdays
disappearing in the hazy heat of passing

John G. Lawless

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 11th grade, 12th grade, age, anxiety, death, feelings, imagery,

Designated Driver

Old age often feels like a waiting game, for life's end is stealthily approaching. And your allotted years have lost their flame, now that the shadow of death's encroaching. You start looking back rather than ahead, memories outweigh thoughts of tomorrow. And hope feels like an unraveling thread as your past evokes envy and sorrow. Strangely enough, you don't feel old inside, but every day, time keeps ticking away. And unruly teens are hard to abide for youngsters ignore what wizened tongues say. When hope is life's designated driver, crashes oft devastate the survivor. (Sonnet) 9/22/2018

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: age, angst, death, growing up, life, sick, silence,


Reminders we are not finite
Lest we should forget
Time tends to stop and hover
In a slow motion whirl
Caught in an endless loop
Like a 45 record that skips
It’s a typical phenomena
In all hospital waiting rooms
A soupy silence so very palpable
Contemplating the meaning of life
And what is left of it
Prisoner caught in a time warp
While life goes on outside this window

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 20, 2019

Poem Details | by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: age, angst, body, death, depression, emotions, nostalgia,

Secrets of Aging

Secrets of Aging

When we age, no one tells us 
how our bodies will change.
No one tells us how our minds 
will be full of fog and useless content.

When we age, no one tells us
How to deal with the death of loved ones.
No one tells us how to cope with moving
Out of a home we had expected to die in.

When we age, no one tells us 
How emotional we will become
Just looking at a pair of old boots
Or a child’s tiny baby shoes.

When we age, no one tells us 
How much we will miss the feeling
Of being young and invincible
And in love with the manner of living…

Poem Details | by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: age, death, hope, life,

Someplace comfortable and warm

The nights now seem a little colder,
Each morn I wake a little older,
My view of life keeps getting bleaker,
And my will keeps growing weaker.
That star has dimmed that used to guide me
And helped me when I lost my way,
And though there's no one here beside me
Somehow I still get through each day.
But life is just what I have made it,
I've some remorse but few regrets.
When comes the end, I won't evade it
But hope that the reward I get's
Someplace where I'll be safe from harm,
Someplace that's comfortable and warm.

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: age, death, life,


From, my age's snow-covered mountaintop, 

I discern into the horizon of my life 

the serene valley of welcoming death 

where ends all of humanity's strife! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
       25 June 2020

Poem Details | by Mark Toney |
Categories: age, death, life, old, perspective, youth,

Limited Immortality

The older we are
The more invisible by far
We seem to the younger mind
But soon they will see
What's known by you and me
We're only immortal for a limited time

Poetry notes: 

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, age, death, faith, how i feel,

Great Escape

Getting old I view death differently,

Recalling both the good days and the bad. 

Eventually, everyone will die

And death should be as momentous as birth

Tomorrow's sunrise grieves today's sunset.

Escaping the confines of the body

Souls seek out higher planes of existence.

Christ faced death before He was resurrected

And through death, we’ll gain life everlasting.

Ponder the worth of a world without death

Eternity would be boringly long. 



Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: age, care, death, health, hope, life,


let me rock you
in my arms
wipe away your sadness
and sing you
sweetly a lullaby
erase your worries
and your frown
kiss away your fears
on your face put a smile
and convince you
make you
believe again
everything will be ok

Published in my mini photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020

AP: 2nd place 2020

Posted on July 28, 2020 (I thought I had posted this earlier)

Poem Details | by Peter Rees |
Categories: age, dark, death, feelings, old, sad,

Speak of it not

Speak of it not,
think of it not,
lest regrets may 
cloud the failing light,
and weariness
a shroud becomes.
This little thing,
once proud in love
and lust,
now hides its face
and soon
it will be dust.
Gone is the lustre
and delight
of fond imaginings,
as shadows deepening 
enfold what once
seemed ever bright,
impervious to
encroaching night.

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Janet Eaton |
Categories: age, death, family, parents,

Cherished Memories

I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.

I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.

I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.

I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.

I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.

I cherish every sacrifice
You’ve made for us today.

And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay

I’ll remember all these moments,
I’ll remember every day.

I’ll remember all the stories,
I’ll remember what you say.

I’ll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton

Poem Details | by Zara Bosman |
Categories: age, analogy, anger, beautiful, bereavement, eulogy, grandmother,

Lemon Mouth

Removed for publication

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: age, conflict, courage, death, soldier, war,

Anzac Day

It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay