Adult Poems - Poems about Adult

Thirteen

I found her as a whispered line in an editorial
stuck on the silk folds of a silver jubilee
like regret.

She had bled once in a different continent
A red thread pulled taut at thirteen
Doctors sealed the loom forever.

I was thirteen too, still learning the
topography of my brown skin.
My hands trembled like birdcage doors
unsure whether to open or

Meat

You crave my honey-glazed legs,
relish my breasts with practiced flair.
You chip my wings mid-conversation,
While dissecting my dressing,
Too raunchy, too clingy
never quite suited to your taste.

You want me plated just right:
thighs weighed in grams,
skin stretched to your appetite,
injected for volume, deboned for ease.
my fear tenderized for flavor.

Still, palate demands more
side dishes to seasoned
to disguise the ravine

Sizzle

My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine
pulling my head back
She slaps me harder than she should
Her smile slightly offset
My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand
Shifting herself forcing me deeper within her
The pleasure of her warmth
subdued the pain
My throb in unison with her undulating frame
Cast myself down in reverence
Genuflect to her genitalia
Praising with my

Doing Adult Things

Doing Adult Things 
Working long hours 
House work 
Solving everyone’s else’s problems 
Too much drama 
Coffee in the morning 
Kids always hungry 
Running errands  
Calendar full 
Late to work 
Running red lights 
Exhausted into the night 
What's for dinner? 
Always 5 o'clock somewhere 
Adult beverage in hand 
Always busy 
Always behind with laundry 
Everyone

Stages of Life

Embryonic Stage

So comfy and warm
Not feeling a hint of harm
Oh, what’s happening

Birth

Good grief, it’s so cold
O’er and o’er again was told
“Beautiful baby”

Child Age

Play sports, make good grades
Life’s full of adventure days
Hates vegetables

Teen Years

It’s an  awkward age
Parents struggle through  this stage
Just stay sane through it 

Young Adult Years

Leaving home first time
Into unknown, a steep

Early 20-Somethings Calendar

Some days are Mondays
But most of them were Fridays-
And then Saturday

Adult Fairy Tale

complicated book
hibernated, with its bear
on loose, checking in

mundane existence
both selfish - different ways
two hearts not yet one

the world divided
N.I.C.E is not - it is evil
science’s talking head

book makes my head spin
not my usual genre
just keep turning page

satisfying end
this trilogy on steroids
hence, skipped the first two

and not on purpose
but the story holds its own
adult fairy tale

Adult crimes

Adult crimes 



1.It's fifteen past midnight, and I'm still thinking

About everything that led me to purging 

My success is a far cry, and my stomach aching 

Whoever told me growing up would solve my problems

shouldn't be living.



2.Nothing has changed; I just changed the crowd.

My friends are in the past, and traitors remain in my presence.

I

Friendship

What is there to say now
What is left to be said
Has it not all been expressed
Let’s refrain from speaking  further words
Discussion can turn into argument
So let’s just walk away agreeing to disagree
We do not have to agree to be friends

I respect all your views
You are my closest friend
Yet we don’t always agree
But that doesn’t

Power 'ours

A smart sore, in time your threshold increased.
Deadly in missionary.
His
invitation
extends when unafraid.

Let loose,
upon firm and voluptuous gifts these women sit.
A cushion secured, made from just cheek and some meat.
Expletives in-between.

A gander
so golden my eyes are still rolling.
Holy Roller.
Into that wagon she has been towing.
Ocean Royal,
can't stop, won't stop when I've gone non-stop.
Insider witness,
all reports confirm

What would I tell my 19 year old self

What would I tell my 19-year-old self?

At nineteen, standing at the cliff's edge,
News hit me hard, a storm in my head.
Reached out for a lifeline, asked, "Which way to tread?"
They said, "Return to your roots, keep it simple, don't dread."

Reflecting back on those days of rain,
Didn't know the dance, the length of pain’s reign.
Empty pockets,

Sexual Fustration

What can I do?
To fight these urges
In my adult life, I have no luck
No luck with love
But my body needs to 
But I can't disappoint God
Nor give Satan the power
So what can I do
To fullfill my Sexual desire
The beating in my chest
the urge to rub a womans breast
and rubbing her feet would also be best
I

ODE TO THE YOUNG ADULT CANCER SURVIVOR

I stood at the threshold 
Of a promising life,
Ready to step out bold,
Face challenges and strife.

I wanted to soar,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Eager to conquer more, 
To reach really high. 

One fateful day I awoke, 
To a painful, swollen knee,
In one terrible stroke,
It changed what I was to be.



Multiple hospital trips,
And neverending tests.
Our hearts

UNFINISHED NOVEL

UNFINISHED NOVEL
by Matthew Tripley

Once, an author I tried to be...
Dazed In The Life was my story.
Movies and music - central themes
Plotting characters and their schemes.
Surrounding the shootings of breeze,
Misbehaviour and murder sprees.
Put together in their fusion...
Somewhat coming to conclusion.

Summary, I will try to tell
If my memory serves me well.
Nebula and Desdemona...
Teenage girls, twirlers by stoner.
The

Death Beckons

Beneath midnight’s vexing veil, 
   insidious shadows creep.
A tormented mind weaves its tale,
   where solitude and loneliness weep.
A soul surrounded by a storm of woe, 
   death’s relentless call,
Lost and all alone,
   he drifts through labyrinthine halls.

The mirror’s ghastly gaze,
   reflects a loathsome face.
Each etched

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