Adulthood Poems

Adulthood poems bring the best collection of short and long adulthood poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great adulthood rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these adulthood poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on adulthood are here for you.

The Song Of The Caged Bird

The Song Of The Caged Bird prose poem

Listen closely. Do you hear it? Do you hear the song of the caged bird? Listen harder. Listen to her yearning. Listen to her cries from being locked away for years on end. She wants to be set free. She

Choices

Choices prose poem

Choices She just stopped one day, halted and held back, from going to school, My little girl. She sat back And ruminated. halted and held back By a force invisible, Her reasons: immiscible . Whispers and worries, ricocheted back and

Poems containing references to : Adulthood

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

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

To My Sister

To My Sister long poem

We have not got a lot of memories that are fond Do not share the norms of a family bond Lacking shared memories seen as fond Of times that we were happy for once Tied by blood, shared a home,

The Endangered Teen Girl

The Endangered Teen Girl short poem

She has blossomed like a flower. Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young. She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly, Ignorant of the predators, around her. She smiles with one and

Misty Cups Of Tea

Misty Cups Of Tea short poem

Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the

Accepting Myself

Accepting Myself short poem

Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the

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The Mirror

The Mirror short poem

You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your

The Doldrums

The Doldrums long poem

A war has begun, not one of bullet nor bomb, precariously parsed over a landscape of a people, weaker than another, to whom the bomb might be enchanted cries of heavenly lord – gift from God! Level my home. A

The Fallback Girl

The Fallback Girl short poem

So you play the Friend Card, Holder accepts no responsibility, So do you feel better? Do you feel friend-worthy? Treating me as an option, Does it stoke your ego, honey? Keeping me in your back pocket, For when the day

Monsoon

Monsoon short poem

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

I will be there

I will be there long poem

I will be there… I was wrong to judge a man by his face I thought I could get it right by the way he looked at me, The way he talked to me Or the way he smiled. I

Dear Dad

Dear Dad prose poem

Good morning dad and happy father’s day. You have been gone for a very long time now; some 55 years to be exact. When you were still with us, as a child I did not get to know you very

Where Elephants Go

Where Elephants Go prose poem

She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who

The Christmas Stench

The Christmas Stench prose poem

There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers

Saint Valentine’s Curse

Saint Valentines Curse short poem

All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?

Under the drone

Under the drone short poem

And then one old friend lost, with memories of us most.. gone through the long highway, like a hitchhiker does Why do I here, to cry? surprised.. for spared each time when it is hard to decide.. what to live

Ol’ Blighty (not For Sale)

Ol Blighty (not For Sale) short poem

Now that Armistice has passed One Hundred Years this time I wonder what those boys would think If today, they were alive? Through all their years of valour Experiences and pain To fight for King and Country I hope it’s

You

You ode

When the roses were dead,night was stormy. Sky was dusky, weather was smoky. Eyes were wet, It was you who light up my world even in the dark. Those broken leaves, barely alive In the old graveyard, ask you to

A Perfect Range

A Perfect Range short poem

When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsibility to grow Every person must

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

Naïve Innocence

Naïve Innocence short poem

O pink horse, O timeless sun, run on my body, run. Black magic had pierced the needles into my heart. Lying on nails to wrest a superearth from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised ethos of my native conscience –

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss short poem

Better I not know the truth and remain aloof of the fact, at times it is best to ignore and live just like that. Some truths are painful they cause lot of uneasiness, but ignorance seldom keeps you guarded and

Alone

Alone short poem

Never say that you’re unlucky When you have a shoulder to place your head on, Never say that you have nothing When you have one’s hand to swipe your tears, Never say that you’re alone When you see that wet

A Little Hope

A Little Hope short poem

Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap

No Tomorrow

No Tomorrow prose poem

-Good morning Captain! Hey you there… May you have a day full of life! -Am I late captain? Who cares! Look at the horizon. It seems to be dawn Or the dusk… -It’s hard to believe they look the same

Parting Ways

Parting Ways short poem

With our fingers entwined in deep embrace We stare out, away to some different space The passion unspent is heightened here, But then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear We barely meet eyes, We rarely speak, But

Everyday Trouble

Everyday Trouble short poem

I broke a nail shattered the smooth curve on some surface not realizing until I tasted salt and iron realized I etched a jagged trace of blood and plowed skin on my nose like a child then innocently hurting but

Alas My Red Roses

Alas My Red Roses short poem

I live in the cabin up in the woods Where the river winds its way through the oaks Wild squirrels racing on the rosewoods My hound sits by receiving backstrokes I love lilies but more of red roses Stuck in

Invisible

Invisible ballad

You are my husband but you never see me unless you want something. With you I always seem to have very bad timing. I am bugging you. Why don’t you just say go away. Why don’t you just say I

Patron Of The Dying Arts

Patron Of The Dying Arts long poem

Perfect hot white ceiling giving back planetary anger at persons and plants making a griddle of the city’s streetmap and challenging those afoot to not drown swallowed in their own sweat Opera singer enters air conditioned library cool and quiet

All I Remember

All I Remember short poem

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you hunker down for the happenings did not fit in the shoes of black magic it was a damned reversal of the pygmies to become

Fear Factor

Fear Factor long poem

Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky

Who Lives In My Perfect Love

Who Lives In My Perfect Love ballad

Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,

Smile, My Sonshine

Smile, My Sonshine short poem

The baby hands, snugly in mine.. Someday cool, caressing my cheek, Someday, fists waving, amidst tears.. That’s how, I reminisce the baby boy. The gurgling laughter, the cooing songs.. The rocking dances, the running games.. Mom’s time had no go,

Judy

Judy short poem

I hear her giggles and my heart- leaps with beats before my kisses. She knows she puts my nerves to test- but I know she is my favorite mess. She runs around until her hair- sticks to her forehead and

Papa

Papa short poem

Oh papa, thank you for knocking down doors smelling like you do for I am not much different without you. Papa listen. My lungs grind as I run, my knees hurt but I must run. Oh papa, I lost you

Thought You Knew

Thought You Knew prose poem

Can’t You Tell? I Love…. I Smile… I Live in his Grace I make mistakes… I right my wrongs… The light inside shines through my face. They are angry with mean words Judging my pain We Flow in and out,