Coming Of Age Poems | Examples
These Coming Of Age poems are examples of poetry about Coming Of Age. These are the best examples of Age Coming Of poems written by international poets.
She smiles at the mirror today
Swinging her purple dress in sway
A whisper she sounds,
"Though I'm plump and round,
New eras call for, 'Hip hip hooray!' "
Not the charming lane
nor the cozy log cabin
Not the warmth of the hearth
nor its crackling fire
Not the rifles by the door
nor waters lapping at the shore
Not the frolic of the meadow
nor the mysterious forest
No, by none of these am I called
~ growing up with a chip installed
Had $20 in my pocket.
I remember it being a good day.
The world seemed so grand.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed,
Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow.
It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed,
To a shape what decrepit, flailing lovers can still avow.
Grace respects the knurled design that time has hewn,
That's not a flaw, nor fault, but a form that time engraves.
With old branches twisted, scarred, gone too far to prune,
Grace hugs the bumps and twists that life well-spent saves.
It's the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to rage
Against the blight of the coming of the night,
Despite the cranky snarls that ring on anvil swage,
As loved ones bare the brunt of frail days plight.
So let the gnarls knurl the grooves to grip tight.
To fight and rage against the fading of the light.
Dangerous Fools and Evil Idiots
They agree to disagree
Always spitefully fastidious
About each other’s pedigree
Always at the war, that goes
With no hope to prove who’s right
There’s no right, because it flows
Through their fingers to the light
Of forgotten source they knew
In the times of childhood years
When the mornings looked brand new
And they lived knowing no fears.
Coming of Age
The breeze is blowing through her hair,
and like the sun she’s headed west
as apprehension fills the air.
All by herself she leaves her nest
of comfort where her dreams were curled
and sets out on an unknown quest.
A quest to find within this world
of varied visions widely spread,
a place to have new dreams unfurled.
Ambitions deep within were bred
throughout her tender years to find
the great adventures up ahead.
And so, she sets out heading blind
along life’s path of vast extremes
and leaves her comforts far behind.
Her time has come of age it seems
to follow all her lifelong dreams.
July 22, 2022
When a young lad was caught playing with his willy
The other boys laughed, said he was being silly
But they certainly did it, too
When they had nothing else to do
Better than going anywhere willy-nilly.
written September 1, 2021
HONORABLE MENTION
"Make Me Laugh" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
September 6, 2021
Good morning, New Year, you king of time
What you have in store for me, I ignore
One thing I wish so much to know though:
Would I be here when you exit the door?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 January 2021
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
I WISH EVERYONE HEALTH AND LONGEVITY!
In the chapel wherein he laid
His final moments here on earth,
Mirrored image of one’s boyhood
Stands he to claim his scabbard blade,
The chance to prove his manhood.
His mother chides him of his birth
Begs her the need to prove his worth,
His load is heavy the mist swirls
With sword in hand a stab he hurls,
Choice of opponent augurs well
For his father’s champion fell.
Mortal flame in constant bedeck
Life’s been a tombstone round his neck,
Needs the journey for which to trek.
His thirst for blood flows from many
Greed for gold and silver penny,
His ships glide portly on the tide
Needs to be by his mother’s side.
A man he thinks he has become
Yet all the folk at home had fled,
No one listens to his humdrum
When he returns to find her dead!
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Age should be worn like a cloak
A cloak of wisdom,
A cloak of kindness,
Understanding and compassion,
Strength, character, calmness
Come with the wearer of this cloak.
Years are not wasted with the coming of age
Age is the gathering of wisdom
He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west
San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south
This is his rite of passage
His coming of age
How he’s yearned
For his spiritual journey
To become a man
Thirsting to prove his bravery
Alone he wanders the barren Mojave
Facing the elements
And challenges head on
Datura in hand for nights of visions
He'll forge his unique one-on-one bond
With the universe and its mysteries
Bam bam bam echoes of drumming
Till the spirits of his ancestors
The lingering chants of Navaho
Guide him to the oasis of manhood
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest MID OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
At age sixteen you can drive a new car
Although you can't enter (most) taverns or bars
At sixteen you can even drop out of school
If that's who you really think you are
At age eighteen you can legally cast a ballot
If you can find a candidate who pleases your palate
You can gamble the night away at a casino
In Vegas, Monte Carlo, Atlantic City or Reno
You can even join the army and 'see the world'
Aleppo, Homs, Kabul, Fallujah, Baghdad
Places where your patriotism's forever unfurled
So! What's still left for you at age twenty-one?
That's right! --The ultimate in 'fun in the sun:'
You can celebrate -- legally -- with five drinks or ten
And go ahead! Pour yourself another tall one!
~ Then go out and buy yourself a brand-new hand-gun!
You have a pretty glow
A cloak of happiness
An aura of divinity
Seems like it happened overnight
With the grace of God
From little girl to elegant woman
In the wink of an eye
Far beyond expectations
We take such deep pride
In seeing you become
The graceful angel that you are
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
At an early age
I figured out who I was
With the passing age
Learned things about myself
That I never knew before
With each year moving
I noticed feelings inside
Both emotional
And physical I captured
Within my groin and my brain
My body grew up
I got more mass and more height
I became the man
I was supposed to become
I’m finally an adult
Russell Sivey
Entrant into frank herrera's "COMING OF AGE" contest
2/8/2018
My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.
He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He was there to break a wild colt,
Three brothers there to yell.
Our youngest brother, four years old
Yelled, “I’ll tell Ma on you
Unless you take me up there
And give me a ride too.”
In his eagerness to hush him,
His big brother agreed
And lifted him to the bare back
Of that big, trembling steed.
Our father came in nick of time
To salvage little brother,
Then watched as his son rode that colt.
No one told our mother.