Old age Poems

Old age poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of old age poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on old age are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Gloomy Old Man

The Gloomy Old Man short poem

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

Heaven Of The Dark Age

Heaven Of The Dark Age short poem

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

Memories Of Old

Memories Of Old long poem

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little

Old Age

Old Age short poem

Wishing a long life for some one dear, may be gesture oozing deep from ones heart The long life may be a boon if the person is hale and healthy If the person is sick and tardy his life is

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu short poem

It feels like in some place Else, I’ve been here – now, then And before! I seem to embrace A life of times I know not when; The fall of this evening’s sunset Ripens red recesses in the head; I

Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age long poem

she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those

Age No Bar…

Age No Bar... short poem

When age comes between You and your Prospects Choose Prospects Forget your age Which may be on the high side So many elders have done a lot Written a lot Gone to many places When such being the fact Why

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

To My Thirteen Year Old

To My Thirteen Year Old short poem

Dear Nikkie, Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries You are stepping out of your baby clothes And entering the almost adult world You may be

The Old Odhani

The Old Odhani prose poem

She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to

Old-Man-Poet

Old Man Poet short poem

Old-man-poet! Write from the heart; Reboot the world; make it new again! Turn its white hoary head with a start; Spin a poem of ablative gain! Let ablution be the God-ablated birth; Let it unravel the umbilical whorl That winds

20 Years Old

20 Years Old short poem

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife

A Simple Old Man With Righteousness Rife sonnet poems

The simple old man cherished self-determination, For he knew how harsh past subjugation had been; He spent his last days ameliorating his city from within, Restoring harmony by easing friction led to his elation; Hark! The baleful bell of belligerence

An Old School Poem

An Old School Poem short poem

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

Old Woman

Old Woman short poem

  My heart is filled with strain and sympathy This picture that I never want to see A loose feeling borne out of misery When I looked on someone as frail as she As she calmly gazed the camera lens

Grow Old With You

Grow Old With You short poem

I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay, believe. I don’t want you to go. I want you here even if it hits my ego. You are my Sun in the morning. My moon in the evening.

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

An Old Pair Of Jeans

An Old Pair Of Jeans short poem

We stood there, Leaning against the rusted rail. Watching the blend of day and night- With stars slowly coming to life, Shining bright. We watched the purple horizon- Comforted by the passive fire, Of our presence. Like an old pair

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron

Eulogy To The Age Of Iron ode

As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we

Old Pair Of Socks

Old Pair Of Socks short poem

That old pair of socks, lying in the drawer, Reminds me of mom, winters and A long lost lover… Those fresh white textures Look worn out and grey And yet there’s so much they’re waiting to say… I touch them

Ripe Old Age

Ripe Old Age prose poem

We will all live to a ripe old age. If not here, then probably over there… If not over there, then defiantly someplace else…. The mind is everywhere at once…. Experiences vary…. When I die in one place the others

The Old Vine

The Old Vine prose poem

The red brick wall was old and cracked, but still was strong and active; all covered by a tough old Vine that made the wall its captive. Each year in Spring, the vine grew leaves of green and tiny flowers,

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

Golden Age

Golden Age short poem

A million years ago when I was 17 I was one with the garden… I was free to come and go as I pleased…in the breeze of angel Wings… Well it was The Golden Age of Innocence and serenity, it

Like Cain Of Old

Like Cain Of Old short poem

I placed her as a goddess above me And gazed upon her in awe and worship I harvested the best of me And brought it before her in words and deeds My very soul I placed upon her altar My

Old Friends

Old Friends long poem

You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you

An Old Snap

An Old Snap short poem

There’s a big room in the house- It has many doors. Colourful lights reach my eyes, From underneath those doors: Red, then green, …blah blah blah. An old snap on the southern wall- It doesn’t pull me anymore. There’s a

Old Men

Old Men short poem

I saw the soldiers Marching off to war. Lean, strong and hard Like young lions. I went to a mirror and there I saw a grey haired, fat old man. How did this come to be, What happen I ask

Age Of The Straw

Age Of The Straw short poem

Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

New Ways From Old Days.

New Ways From Old Days. short poem

Through the arthritic wrought iron gate that squeaks from a pull or a push, up the weedy cobbled path past the grope of a sentinel bush. In one hand the past In a bulbous ballooning black bag with keys to

Eight Years Old

Eight Years Old short poem

Eight years old, Growing up so bold. Thoughts of getting older Now regrets of the past Years go by so fast I wish I could’ve made it last Now 19, working like a machine, on a one man team in

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and

An Eighteen Year Old Lad

An Eighteen Year Old Lad short poem

Here I am, an eighteen year old lad Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old

Too Brave To Say Goodbye To Old long poem

It’s now time life will reward me with a new hello I am only just starting anew and have far to go Today is the day, Now is the time To take back the life that is rightfully mine Don’t

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

Age And Desire

Age And Desire short poem

Our age is a deciduous tree, sheds yellow desires every year makes room for new ones in the spring of opportunity. Some desires resemble oak leaves, cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms like our plans, albums, possessions. Alas,

Age Knocked On My Door

Age Knocked On My Door short poem

My head is in a real bad state My memory is running late I feel like I am going mad My eyesight now is really bad My teeth have now come to an end Impossible to ever mend My confidence

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit short poem

Both of them are running from Aesop’s days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot them at running track Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Old Year’s Eve

Old Years Eve short poem

The ghosts of winters past plague my mind with a blissful memory of the first coquettish look and the first breath of her omniscient essence The failure of one’s duty by thine own hand is the blade that cuts the

The Old Lady

The Old Lady short poem

Walking down the street for a lively walk Saw a pair of eyes which wanted to talk The teary eyes and the gloomy face Asking help for heaven’s sake..! No!It’s not just water from the eyes. It’s a pearl that

Me, An Old House

Me, An Old House short poem

Demolishers descend upon me with chisel and crowbars strike me where I am vulnerable most they look at me with glee deciding which part of me is juiciest out come my doors and windows which lineup with SALE labelled on

What Is To Age?

What Is To Age? short poem

Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is

The Skeptical Old man Speaks

The Skeptical Old man Speaks ballad

3 am in every good morning, He wakes to open the Bible. He sees through some chapters, He puts it down on the table. But never forget that it’s vital. In the midday time, He checks on the Quran, For

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At Sixty

At Sixty long poem

AT SIXTY I approached SIXTY I started behaving FUNKY I thought life will be MESSY I feared my brain to be EMPTY I started thinking life will be SHODDY I was deep into WORRY I dreaded the fateful DAY I

Span Of Life

Span Of Life short poem

I bloomed like a flower in the wood- the bees and flies danced around me. they tried to touch my face.. but the wind protected me the sun looked at me it was too harsh and hot the moon stared

Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

Amazing how Time elapsed Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand I feel I am not even a competitor to

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Time

Time short poem

Time can drag pass in a flash or indeed, stand still. I wish it would meander to-day and for a few more tomorrows yet, as I can’t keep up these days with all the changing ways. I don’t breast feed

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

That Day And This Day

That Day And This Day short poem

Then young & handsome Now old & ugly Then very active and efficient Now passive & inefficient Wise & sharp then Foolish & stupid now Attractive romantic hero then Scary & hated villain now Teeth were a shining diamond then

Distant

Distant short poem

You brought me to this world You fed me when I was not able to eat on my own You helped me to walk, you helped me to grow You are the one who is responsible for my existence, my

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories short poem

He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.

Dreams Of A Life

Dreams Of A Life long poem

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but

Tribute To Grand Son

Tribute To Grand Son long poem

Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring

The Shell

The Shell short poem

As sure as eggs is eggs, My aching feet sing. But not out of love, joy Or any good thing. They’re fed up and tired Defeated by time. The joints have eroded Just listen to them grind. Like a rusty

Just A Memory

Just A Memory short poem

As my days feel longer and my brittle bones begin to weaken, I drift like the sea, a spark dampened, my mind a dimming beacon. My legs are shaken and my fingers start to tremble, My thoughts are twisted influenced

Epilogue

Epilogue short poem

You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything

A Beautiful Mind

A Beautiful Mind short poem

I have known a beautiful mind A mind that never ceased to work A mind that wove webs of thoughts And emotions I have known a beautiful mind That stored beautiful memories within A mind that never ceased to be

The climb

The climb long poem

I cannot trek, my knees give way, The hills do beckon, but home I stay; But when I shut my eyes, I am there On the uneven slopes with the wind in my hair. I stretch, I climb, to the

Memory Lane

Memory Lane prose poem

I remember the days past, the years past they all passed so fast as I take a walk on memory lane my mind remembers the rains, the pains and the gains and it places a strain on my brain because

In Our Minds

In Our Minds short poem

Bent tree, drooping branches, wilting leafs aged from time Knurled fingered, hands wrinkled much like mine. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and time. We are old and that is fine, we’ve aged

A Purple Umbrella

A Purple Umbrella long poem

A purple umbrella What once blocked the rain Now catches the opportunity A purple umbrella What protected me from discomfort Now prevents puddles A purple umbrella The comfort of not being wet Has been exchanged for the freedom to breath

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

As I have aged and looked back in time I Wonder do Others minds think like mine. My knuckles have knurled, Hands have wrinkled in time. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and

Cut Grass In Snow (v4)

Cut Grass In Snow (v4) short poem

All day long night is my storm lantern. I carry it into this farmland cutting into my harvest emotions covered by snow edge them in half in front of me. Do not laugh at me, a circus clown down, I

Doom, Impending

Doom, Impending short poem

Swing of the sundial and capricious collapse my soul left vexed at the precipice of night vacant stare from the dew of dawn damned my inexorable fate and despite! Insular folds they threatened to burst though stimulant swam in the

Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

Old and lonely at life’s end Taking life as it comes many sunrise dry the dew that soaked the clothes many sunset I have seen Barren lands are now towns right before my eyes roads have sprung where vegetation thrive