Mirakee
Child of Time
The woman stands near
The old cracking window
Hands strategically placed
Upon the stained glass
Once fair faced
Now pallid and gray
Barely remembering
The child
Who still dwells within
©alli_c
#aging
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alli_c
3d
Read MoreI wrote this poem when I was 16. I'm including it here for posterity. Photo by Samantha Hurley #Aging #Age #Loneliness #shortpoems @writersnetwork
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Reflect
there you are
there you once were
standing in the mirror as you have done
as you have always done
ever since you were able to stand
and continue to do
while your routine hasn't changed
the person doing them has
experience slowly defining who they are as it
extends its reach to their external canvas
scars, wrinkles, stretch marks, and so on
you gaze into the mirror remembering how you once looked
and the memories associated with that appearance
reflecting not on your image, but your actions
questioning whether you made good choices
questioning everything you've done
did you enjoy yourself?
did you experience life?
did you live?
©telannis -
Aging
Aging is the most unwanted
And un-welcomed phase for everyone.
It should not be treated so
Aging never means the end
It is the new beginning of realisation.
Aging brings maturity
Aging gives some relaxation
After a long and stressful busy life
Make the best use of it
Live life to the fullest.
©beensN -
pallavi4
16w
Read MoreHourglass
Some days I feel myself fading
Into tiny grains of sand
In an hourglass.
It was inverted a while back
And since then I have
Tried very hard not to be
Lesser and lesser of myself.
I wonder what will become
Of the bits and pieces of me
Once they are collected-
Will they still be me or
Will I have changed into
Something far removed from
Who I was before.
@pallavi4
9th of October, 2020
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Hands of time hourglass”
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normancrane
16w
Digging Potatoes
I hold the tool. I am the blade. I drive
myself into the fertile ground. I dig
potatoes out. They were buried alive,
but in darkness they thrive. Now the old pig
will feast. When he grows fat I will slay him
to feed me and kin. I don't like killing
but when necessary it's not a sin.
I shall live another year, God willing.
I have long been on the land. I am old
but my sun is not yet setting in the
sky. When I was a child I was told once by
my father you become earth when you die.
If so, I hope my children carve my chest
with blade. I hope I'll yield a fruitful harvest. -
sarahrachelea
24w
Her crystal soul's aging like a fine wine
And her ethereal beauty, level up in grace
Like a shiny pearl, a sparkling diamond
©sarahrachelea -
OLD
Well you know you're getting on in years,
Yes you know you're getting old,
when everything you touch turns to crap,
when it used to turn to gold.
Your vision goes bad
And your health starts failing,
and the aches that used to whisper,
have now started wailing.
Your seas turn rough
when it used to be smooth sailing,
though you used to keep up with your kids,
you have now begun trailing.
It happens sooner for some,
and later for others,
it happens to the bachelors and cougars,
it happens to the fathers and mothers.
It happens to us all,
and no it's not fun,
but getting old is certainly better,
than dying young.
~ Rachel G Ezell
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Growing Old is Going to Suck
Broad lines will be brushed onto our brows
Crags and crevices composed by a cruel counterpart -
Our own obvious obsoletion
Flightless feet will forget their foxtrot
Hands held high, hoping for help
While weak, wandering worries wear on
Memories mashed and mauled maliciously
Hallucinations, high hopes, all havoc
Above all, abolishment of absolute ability
©kyriesativa -
poetryly
33w
Read More#Loneliness. #Friends. #Aging
Pic credit - found on the Art Showcase board on Pinterest
Hmmm🤔TOO LATE?
She seriously ponder,
not just lightly wonder.
When you arrive at certain age
realizing your extreme damage.
Is it too late for repairs
in getting your life affairs
in order?
Is it too late of date
to make new friends?
Are destined time for more
relative loneliness ahead she
now fear is only ensure?
©poetryly -
oyveyrachel
48w
Read MoreConstructive feedback is welcome as I experiment with more spoken-word type pieces. As always, thank you for reading.
#birthday #aging #birthdayblues #maam #poem #poetry #prose #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #readwriteunite @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @worldofpoets @smallbutmightywriters @globalpoetcultI hate my birthday
If I could sleep through one day every year, it would be the 27th of February.
I don’t mind getting older
or my aching back
or that I can never remember that thing I wanted to say.
I don’t hide my age;
I made it this far in life.
But every year as my birthday nears,
my heart begins to race.
I want to hide.
I don’t want a party or presents or singing or cake.
Or, do I?
The pressure to have a “special” day is crushing.
I just want a day.
An ordinary, beige kind of day,
where any attention on me is blurred
and I talk to my bubbie and listen to Tchaikovsky and maybe take myself out for a slice of banana cream pie.
Maybe this is aging gracefully.
Maybe this is aging anxiously.
Maybe there is no right way to age or celebrate or mark a milestone,
but one thing is always certain:
No matter how old I look,
never, ever call me ma’am.
©oyveyrachel -
mmbftd
52w
Read More#fear#panicattack#anger#guilt#shame#sadness#alone#anxiety#majordepressivedisorder#seasonalaffectivedisorder#agoraphobia#mentalillness#relationships#marriage#hig'hsandlows#aging#loneliness#love#tears#pain#burden#suicidalideations#mmbftd#wife#men#strength#tolerance#monotony#moody#defeated#hope #love #friendship #life #thoughts #diary
Silent
When you begin
Your anger welling up
From within
I don't know where to go
I want to help
It's my first reaction
When you are angry
Or frustrated
And you yell out
In absolute
Exasperation
Because the world presses down on you
And me
In different ways
And you don't let me help
So I want to run away
Or cry
Because every thing is
My fault
Always
And always was
And always will be
From the time I was small
Till this time now
Being old.
So. I have learned (although it goes against every single part of me)
To stay silent
Or go away from you.
Because I get angry too
And I need to remind myself
How much it affects you
When I do that to you too.
Although I rarely get angry with you
It is life or other people who continue to hurt me
But I cannot escape them
I am bound by obligation
Much like you feel you are to me
And your silence far outweighs
Mine
And it hurts to never speak or be spoken to
Now your anger has passed
As my panic has grown to an undeniable pitch
Until I spill out of myself
In tears and choppy
Barely sustaining breaths.
So I hide from you
To allow myself to be possessed
By the other spirit
Of chaos
Created from toxic shame
Guilt and self-loathing.
It tells me your life would be so much better
If I wasn't here-
And my life would be better
If I wasn't.
You and I would be free of this tether...
But I shush those voices
As I always have
As I always will
From a young girl
Until now
An old woman
with wrinkles mapped out on a face that carries sadness like it is all she has ever known.
I cry into the silence
And look around
As the chaos spirit
Lessens it's hold
Around my soul.
I am alone, and once again-
Silent.
Just the way you prefer me.
And the way I was always shown.
©mmbftd -
Peaked
How do you know when you've "peaked"?
Can you peak more than once?
If you peaked in highschool, can you peak again at 25? 55? 85?
If you're at the bottom of a pit, can you ever hope to peak again?
What if you never peak??
Are there people who walk around their whole lives waiting to peak until they die in their sleep?
What do you do when you missed your peak?
Even when life has passed you by and you've been living through other people, surfing their peaks while you fester in your valley?
When do you know your life is too far gone to be saved?
©thesleepysleep -
Fallen Rose
Petals dry and withered
The once pastel blush, now pale
Given up your thirst for rain
... you fall
Petal after
Once, beautiful petal
©Alta H Mabin -
meera_04
53w
AN INNOCENT TRUST
The five year old drank the milk
From her magical glass.
Her tiny brain had an open mind that
Knew all about caste, creed and class.
Her naive little secrets were locked up
In that old diary with a key.
She imagined a perfect planet,
Oblivious to the harsh reality
But like always. good things come to an end.
And this time. the world was not her friend
A different worship. attire and prayer
Was the guilty teenager's hideous crime.
No words. yet she deciphered
Every meaning of the unreal mime.
The little girl felt betrayed.
But then understood her mistake
For she had once believed humanity
Can never be proven as fake.
The magic shattered, secrets tore
And innocence turned to dust,
For it was the first time that the heart
Saw what is a broken trust.
©meera_0419 2
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MY GENERATION
From what's that alphabet
We went to what's in a name.
Thoughts had to remain happy,
But it was age who changed the game.
This is not another depressing piece
So please don't get me wrong.
This is a reminder that no matter what happens
It is important to stay happy, stay strong.
There was a quote I read the other day,
A quote that got me worried and made me pray.
It said that my generation is full of dull minds
Broken hearts and wrists that are slit,
So today I want to break this down
Bit by bit.
Why let our beautiful brain think
Of every depressing thought.
Why not for once think of
Every battle you have fought.
Yes people will leave, some
Are fake and may even lie
But why break your heart over them
After all there is a good in goodbye.
How is it that all the big problems
Are solved by that sharp little blade
After all it takes courage to end a life too
So of what are we really afraid.
Why do this to ourselves
Why think of our life as a living hell
Life after all is a one time offer,
So doesn't it make sense to use it well.
©meera_0412 1
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As I Grow Old
Where the life has taken me?
Where the life has taken me !
Young, naive and clueless I was.
And bitterness of reality was far -
fetched in my dreamy world.
The fast approaching humps felt
like mirage to my cloudy eyes.
But the brave,confident and cheerful
soul faded to the oblivion.
Coward,diffident and dull soul
taking over is stranger even to me.
I am realising that as I grow old,
it isn’t just the age I fight!
©cluelesssoul -
near_lane7
58w
Reason
Not to need a reason
For explaining a state
Found in advanced aging
When past nowhere on a slate
Avoiding comments displeasure
With oneself
It's society within to reside
Steps are short now
No leaps leaning wide
Enter the new hemisphere
without temptations glide
©near_lane7 -
autumnbreeze
63w
Read MoreFlares of time
doom the aspirations l hold.
Loose pigment of art
forecast the ghost l hide from.
Uptight words
hum broken syllables of youth.
Time tickles the obscurity of living.
Halos of regrets
configure a swing of hostile around me.
Young memories of freedom
timid the wisps of adulthood.
Rhythms of tales
shun the echoes of exhaustion.
Ruthless words of grief
dance on the tune of tomorrow.
Open windows
still lurk for fragrance of faith.
Grabbed by the notch of promise,
l balance between the love l lost and the love l need.
For l too am weak at holding love,
like the way you used to be.
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kinhin
68w
I try to feel young
For your sake, but sometimes I
Can't help being old
©kinhin -
They started to exchange what they could give to each other as if they had become a newly-married couple at the end of their lives.
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