Adult Poems | Examples

BEE

B = Be sweet as honey is what we are told
E = Every child as you buzz around so bold
E = Every adult no hiding in a hive as you get old

Looking for Home

we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye  ~
moving to a sunny state 
might turn our sadness around

no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches

we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months

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 close.

The article was a medical moonspeak
which orbited her wound like gravity.
Her body was an eclipse,
a shadow swallowing the sun before its rise.

Some thresholds are chasms I learned that day
shaped like hospital beds,
where young girls are unravelled.

The editorial has faded like old ink
on rain-soaked newsprint, but her sentence lingers.

And I am still standing barefoot at the edge,
where pain and empathy hold hands
like hesitant strangers beneath the doorway called thirteen.

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 taste buds.

I am your blistered indulgence,
charred silhouette served hot,
just a piece of meat.

But my journey to the plate
lasted sixty days crammed,
in a A4 sized cage
under heat lamps.
I cried once. But here,
crying is considered inefficient.
They said my flesh would serve a heavenly purpose-
add protein to your ambition.
But even my bones bore devotion
chewed, splintered and sucked clean.

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 grunts and groans
Come she barks her orders
Her hips thrusting with disjointed pressure
Empty now in a guttural groan
but she is not complete
Her knees shifted
Now either side of my face
Choking, gurgling her essence
Her musk a must
Her wetness engulfing
No protection from her want

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 is always needy 
No time for me 
Cell phone ringing 
One woman army 
Please take me away 
Need a long paid vacation 
Never get a break

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 climb
Where will it all end

Middle Adult Years

Work and family
Agony and ecstasy
Stalwart day by day

Older Adult Years

Body , soul, and mind
Seeking peace of special kind
Beyond ever known

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

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 have to tear our friendship
We are too mature for such foolishness
We can always accept agreeing to disagree
Let’s vow to keep our friendship true and strong

You always show respect
For I am your close friend
Though we sometimes disagree
There is no need for us to argue
It is good we can rise above the fray
And live our lives as friends agreeing to disagree
And communicate adult- to-adult

We value each other
And give ear to our views
We have so much in common
Which is the basis of our friendship
A strong bond and relationship each day
So let’s model how true relationships are maintained
Friendship is one of the greatest treasures

Surely on this we can agree
Friendship transcends full agreement
On all matters in life

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 your club just got shot up.

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 can't be a pimp
Compare to my male friends
I feel like a useless wimp
I have tons of urges and kinks
I can have sex in weeks
I love to mingle
But I am single
I'm not getting yonger
I'm getting older
My urges feel like a roller-coaster
I feel horny each time I'm awake
I don't know how much I can take

From a child to an adult

Children who played so boundlessly
Out in the dew-fresh meadows
When the summer sun bathed life in chaos
And their hearts yearned so endlessly

Adults who sought so endlessly
In their fathers' glass houses
When night lights mirrored death in the frame
And their souls glimpsed so heartlessly

I have grown up

I have grown up 
with my mother’s hatred 
and my father’s disgust. 
I have grown up 
In the shadow of my brother 
Who couldn’t be anything but perfect.
I have grown up 
like a stray
I have grown up
I have survived. 
I have grown up
I am alive.
Broken, bleeding and hurt
I have grown up.
Against all odds 
I have grown up.

My adult childhood

My adult childhood

Childhood, I don’t remember you, don’t tempt me
I just love you now, my past ages are not yours
Not ours, we are alone, years gone, my hand is yours

Come with me, love me, oh my lost child age
I just love you now, my unknown past happiness is yours
Not yours, but ours, share with me, memories are ours

I feel myself in a playground, I am a kid and you also
My childhood is a kid with you, but present life, it’s ours
I live my childhood now, life is going into my playground now

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