Maturity Poems

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

I Need A Man, Not A Boy!

I Need A Man, Not A Boy! long poem

I wish I could teach you, The ways of men, I wish I could change you, Beard doesn’t make you a man, I wish you could open your eyes, And see the woman in me, I wish you could know

Puppy Love

Puppy Love short poem

I used to swoon, gush, internally combust every time i saw your face. At 15, I thought you were sculpted by the greek Gods, I thought each time your skin grazed upon mine, I felt electricity within. Exhilaration. At 20,

Being Mature

Being Mature short poem

When you stop crying over little things, and try to strive everything towards comfort and ease, When you clear the problems,and have the guts, To face every situation and overcome, When you start working towards excellence, and learn that nothing

When I Was Young

When I Was Young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Wisdom

Wisdom prose poem

What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate? Using it as a power to keep

Poems containing references to : Maturity

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

What Is Love?

What Is Love? short poem

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

Search For Love

Search For Love prose poem

In younger years & on my own accord…I wasted so much time on you love, searching for validity of your created nature… seeking the same emotional high, others who’ve experienced you, say, is in the vapors emitting from your exotic

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

Queen

Queen short poem

As I adore her divine smile, those eyes shimmering like never before. Whilst engrossed in grasping her hair as they plummet down on her face, she carries herself with an effortless grace. I remember she was a teenage girl just

Jose & Tess

Jose & Tess ode

Look at them; I struggle to believe time, Seems like yesterday, all were so young, Together in the fields of Kalia, domesticating was fun, Games that touched our young souls, brightening childhood, Like the birds in the onset of rains,

The Penultimate Dilemma

The Penultimate Dilemma short poem

I must not go beyond sunset to discover the consciousness of night, Standing alone on a cliff I was ready to jump for salvation atoning for guilt of survival. My regret was time and timeless suffering. Where was the maturity

I’ve Had Dreams.

Ive Had Dreams. prose poem

I’ve had dreams of other places, other places where I have lived. Places different from where I live now. Places that seemed just as real. All we know is what our five senses allow us to know. There is more

Broken Ideal Friendship

Broken Ideal Friendship short poem

We were kids and we were four Formed the best group of friends before Got to play almost all street games Not minding if sun already sets. Oftentimes, visit each other’s house Happily watched cartoon-series about blue cat and brown

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

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity long poem

Drop by drop your blood is darkning Are you afraid what else is happening? Ever noticed the sun at the time of rising? Its the way satrs sacrifice their lightening Have you ever seen the dead lips smiling? Where maturity

When Will I Grow Up

When Will I Grow Up short poem

Sitting in my room at night, having a drink and a cigarette Wondering about my life so far, haven’t I grown up yet? If I still like to do, all the things that I did When I was younger and

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My Angelic Love

My  Angelic Love sonnet poems

Could there be other angels half as fair? As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart? Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware, My love is pure, has changed not any part; Her aspect of such comely pulchritude, A

Caravan Of Moonlight

Caravan Of Moonlight short poem

She walks the mystic shoreline Tides and seagulls Clouds lift the curtain of pain Rain and fog gone like decades I find her waiting for my dreams Dreams of fire to warm my lonely world Unfurled hearts with eyes bright

I’m Remembering

Im Remembering short poem

Laying here in the darkness Listening to the wind All is quiet Nowhere is there a sound I’m remembering all our memories The many of us laughing and smiling The few of us crying and silent So many memories all

Kathleen

Kathleen short poem

Ohh my sweet beautiful kathleen, You just don’t know how much to me ya truly mean. Your sweetness akin to a fine wine, A love like yours so true and divine. When you say “I love you” it makes me

Lay Me Down

Lay Me Down long poem

cold water laved across my brow in my eyelashes seeping across my cheekbones the beginning of a flood I felt this fever coming joints going loose strange music creeping into every sound lashing out unfinished the jug of orange juice

The Glorious Ones

The Glorious Ones long poem

I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?

New Kings

New Kings short poem

And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of

Group Think Virus

Group Think Virus long poem

Now I remember, My math’s teacher asking a question, And I just had to look around, It didn’t have to be me! We were so many in the classroom, And so did they, I call it today Group think virus

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems)

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems) long poem

Before going , the despair suffocates our love and pumps depression doses in kisses In our addiction We lived together the brightest eras of love The addict lovesick was attacked by infection After the end of love I gave up

Just Me

Just Me short poem

I am not perfect, But please let me be, I ain’t fake or deceptive, I am just me I may not fit in the frame work, As a girl should be, But am honest and determined, I am just me.

Wrath

Wrath short poem

I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds

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

The Voices

The Voices prose poem

One haunting night, I traversed alone in a dark and lonely forest. The stars above did their best to guide me, But the canopy of branches blocked their light. The sorrow-filled cries of wolves filled the silence, And my heart

Dolphins

Dolphins short poem

Sometimes I will meet myself in an unlikely spot to tie the loose ends of fugitive life. Run, run I used to tell my blisters, you are caught in a bushfire. I will say, take hold of the moon and

Phrases From A Jilted Heart

Phrases From A Jilted Heart prose poem

I am me. No one can manage that , it’s difficult . I can’t be you as well. You hurt me,I forgive you. There is no place for guilt and regrets in my soul. I am raw. I am mud.

War Veteran

War Veteran short poem

A rock within a shell encased, lifeless and stilled. Heavier than most, despite the wear and attrition. Stone, cold and caged within. Deliberately chilled. Once, in another’s hand, cast aside like spent ammunition. Collaterally damaged, withdrawn from further crusade. Surrendered,

Have A Heart….

Have A Heart.... long poem

You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just

Sorrow

Sorrow short poem

Again the Sorrow Coming like a crawling thief. By stealing joy and all what was the dearest It leaves me in the hollowness of grey No sun, no stars and neither blue, blue sky I don’t see anything, and I

I Am You

I Am You short poem

Ask yourself, Who am I, Then when you’ve tried effortlessly hard You’ll get a positive reply. Like, I am the last king of the universe, Which is an enormous lie, But you still see it as the truth, Even though

A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

She judged her every step Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair A story of a granddaughter and grandmother Her parents always sent her to her house The old shadowy house with a glittering stream grass to the knees and smell

Love Sonnet 198

Love Sonnet 198 sonnet poems

Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,

House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

A grand old mansion on a hill The stately manor stands there still In the darkness of the night Throughout the window came a light On the veranda I did creep To glowing window for a peek To filthy pane