Adulthood Poems - Poems about Adulthood

who am i? where am i? life doesn’t feel real it feels like im spinning in a.. hamster wheel (repetition) going thru days with no emotion in my mind, oh there’s so much commotion where am i supposed to be? oh i just wanna be free it feels like im driving on a endless road not knowing where to go. should i fly...

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Eighteen A number that holds so much meaning Any individual who meets terms with this number never feels content A singular tie to childhood is all that’s left A bearing weight of adulthood near An anxious sense of uncertainty for what perseveres A sentimental responsibility for new freedoms adhere The time in life that withholds the most confusion When many individuals unfold...

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In this empty heart, There's a glass flask With magic, corked up, In the corner, forgotten. Once upon a time, It was open— Heart enmagicked With notions To fly and measure the sky, To sink in the world of dreams. Now they live in the flask so great, Forgotten, just like my sweet, Smiling face. ...

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Open blue sky and fresh flowers around, Vibrant but enthralling that surround, Unchained, untied, nothing to bother, Much leisure and a long time to ponder. There are no paths to go back. Go back to the springtime of life. Hold on tight to encounter many more in life. Don't take the chance to lose your track. No wonder! It feels like giving up...

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Open blue sky and fresh flowers around, Vibrant but enthralling that surround, Unchained, untied, nothing to bother, Much leisure and a long time to ponder. There are no paths to go back. Go back to the springtime of life. Hold on tight to encounter many more in life. Don't take the chance to lose your track. No wonder! It feels like giving up...

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From childhood Unto adulthood I have tale-guided My thoughts and inactions Bible literature tells me that Those who disobey God Will find their space In the sepulcher While those who keep His commandments Will join the heavenly host And others To celebrate with Pope Chaplains ...

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My future once seemed clouded in my innocent past, A child so small and helpless, learning words so fast. Mama's arms embraced me, soothing every cry, And when sleep called, a gentle bed was always nigh. Years have passed—now I hear them say my face is bright, With strength and wisdom granted, shaping mind and might. Haters fear my presence, knowing...

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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...

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March 2020 A serene morning. I rouse to no ding. Am I daydreaming? I languorously lock my eyes on a clock. It is getting on for 10 o'clock. A muffled bang on the door. I am not alone at home? My wispy feet stomp on the floor, Eyes engrossed in the spyhole. A girl in a white top. Grotesque features I evoke. Her bright red lips mutter...

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What can you see from where you stand So tall and brave and strong? Where will you go now that you are a man And what wisdom will you bring along? Like the eagle, ever steadfast in flight You’ll find the mountains ever nearer The stars have never looked so bright And the future never clearer Amazing how your whole view can change When...

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We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once again, we’ve got choices to make. I read this paragraph to the room. Lisa gasped and exclaimed “Not choices?!” “More choices?”...

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Life will be changed Will be different Something in me Can see the difference A new life A new me A new understanding I want to break free Of the clutter That has a hold on me You, him, her, this Motherhood Womanhood Partnership Life sometimes Floods me with responsibilities With pain With feelings Feelings, I don’t...

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We looked at the world through rose-colored glasses, sped through the night under blue moons, parked in cars and gave boys the green light. Explored gray areas, dreamed of golden boys, painted the town red and got caught red-handed. We saw adult freedoms and were green with envy, we experienced blackouts (I’m talkin’ to you 151 rum), swam in black water...

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Adulthood has starved me the consistency Of late night conversations The constant contact with friends Of waking up early and basking in the rising sun And random walks to clear my head Now challenged by future expectations Bearing all frustrations Of what this no manual life has to offer Truly, patience and undersztanding deserved a place In this travel of life, I wish...

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She fades, fades into oblivion. Even in dayspring, becomes a void. She gets rid of her shades, and gets dyed in black. Tonight, her eyes are tedious, her physiognomy stark. She no longer dreams, and will not paint the canvas of her heart again. She will no longer roam freely in the avenue of her imagination. She won't fly carefree, won't crackle carelessly again. As it is the end, the end of...

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