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

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

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,

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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Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland short poem

The snow has been falling for days. It’s the holiday season. Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night. It is finally here you can hardly wait… You walk outside and there is it, like walking

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

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

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free

Tomorrow, You Will Be Free prose poem

Please don’t stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground, let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun

Power salute to Nelson Mandela

Power salute to Nelson Mandela short poem

One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him

Emptiness

Emptiness short poem

The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound The driest and

Melody Of Life

Melody Of Life short poem

Sky , it never say’s bye , day and night makes me believe , that faith only hugs and with hope future can surely can be conceive , green and blue are not just color but emotions to feel. every

Nest

Nest short poem

Love’s labor lost A deranged nest Twigs scattered all around The nestlings have flown off Some died in mid flight Some survived the ordeal the mother looks at the nest in shambles with a lonesome gaze once there were fledglings

Confrontation

Confrontation short poem

It erupts and then sublimates in thirst of response from the faraway wholeness of truth. Will not be the same again this life in motion of reverse malignity. Lifting the passage from script to justify the suicidal chair of kingdom.

Service

Service long poem

cracking bones in the kitchen use the heavy knife swallows on the lawn want inside paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows you’ve used up all the hot water old iron bathtub ringing like a gong this tone your elbow,

Where My Heart Lies!

Where My Heart Lies! short poem

To the south lies my heart Torn and ripped, never to be whole My mind and body crippled with pain, of the memories of closeness of being one And yet to stay away brings darkness So I embrace the pain

Shopping List

Shopping List short poem

Marble pillars grace castle throne rooms Marbled veins like blood stopped abruptly Pillars with natural lines Not intaglio So elegant, so delicate Like a dahlia But so strong So steady Perhaps the gods created marble To look so effortless, but

Grant Me Humanity

Grant Me Humanity short poem

when all the success comes my way when all the fruits come in my tray when everything happens according to me in the day oh god! I would just pray grant me the humanity, don’t let it slay give me

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when

Death

Death short poem

On a cool evening, With sun shining, And wind breezing, Waves in the sea rising, I was alone walking Along the beach improvising the thoughts of simple living And high thinking. I saw a woman and child passing chatting with

My Heart’s Heart

My Hearts Heart short poem

My heart took deep seat. Relaxing in the comfort of plush cushion. Neck twisted, head tucked comfortably in the nook of the chair. A glass of water sitting on the edge of the coffee table next to the remote control. T.V Turned

Not Unbeknownst

Not Unbeknownst short poem

I know what fire is, I’ve felt the embers within my heart So I know what desire is. I know what the weight upon my heart is, Everything feels so redundant now, So I know what sadness is. I know

Enemy

Enemy short poem

Enemy out side of you is myth But Enemy within you is reality An outsider who deceives you is labelled as Enemy But the insider in you which deceives your conscience is never thought of as your enemy An enemy

There Be Monsters

There Be Monsters prose poem

We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We

It’s Gonna Rain Soon

Its Gonna Rain Soon short poem

The sunny time will soon be over The hard time will soon turn to paper My life will soon have a change Though, I may be struggling now The time of struggle will soon be over Everytime I’m up in

For Those Who Walk In Darkness

For Those Who Walk In Darkness prose poem

Where every breath weighs a ton. Where each step takes forever. Where every voice is raging against you. Shouting at you. Disgust. Hatred. Doubt. Where gravity is weak. Where the light is a lost battle. Where memories are replaced with

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge short poem

It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair