Old Age Poems - Poems about Old Age

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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I have become A child again ...

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Just Like an Old Shoe I am worn and torn from hard use. I bear the scuff marks of a life, lived. I live alone, my partner has long since disappeared. I reside in a dark place tossed into a corner. I am no longer in style, old and forgotten. I will be discarded someday, thrown out with the trash. I am just like an old shoe, good for...

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when you are old age deeply thank God anyway I would like to say...

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Well tomorrow’s the big day!! Wow!! A geriatric President hands the keys of power to one who will be even older than him four years from now ...

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Let me now sing the song of my old age, All I recount now belongs to the past. Since the noticed changes are far too vast, Let this song be sung by a real sage. This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled, Once shone with a glow, bright and appealing. Though no longer fine, smooth, and now peeling, This same old...

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Loneliness Single fate, single food, single room Amazing lifemate, lifesaver at my noon Coming snowy old age, the afternoon I will watch the past, non-existent illusion ...

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It’s taken a lifetime to write the song Legends of joy upon the mountain peaks Evoking rhapsodies from festive weeks Written by one whose always been headstrong It’s taken such strength to write each soft verse As the silence reaches past my heart’s chase Shadows of my soul slumber with disgrace Where the story of my heart seems a curse It’s taken strength...

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Old people remember They remember the babies And the babies are terrifying! Suddenly they rise up Grab power in their greedy little hands And don't remember anything!...

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When your steps have changed their measured stride And I can’t seem to uncover the ways love brings its soft light When your heart beats in silence, all worries aside I feel your song, rhythmic and graceful as the autumn night When your mind wonders and you can’t remember a thing Know that I still love YOU – whatever this...

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The maracas of leafy trees whisper rhythms to the wind, a quiet song of December. Four days---- left to go--- till the year ends, and time spills forward, its hands brushing past us, softly, relentless. You and I, counting moments, the weight of years settling like dew-----light, inevitable somethings are done, a lot many left undone but the ceaseless march of time moves forward. But here in the...

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As we wait for the day To start over anew We watch the sunrise Dry the morning dew. You have a paper, And I have a bowl This drink has stained everything, Even seeped to our souls. When we were younger We would dance until dawn. Now the thought only Makes both of us yawn. Though we have been tested, By my side there was you. Still, life holds...

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