Best Adulthood Poems
Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:
Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought
you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with
love for you. You are as magical as your happy-thought dust
that brought me flight thru star-glimmer skies, shimmering great
joy from my soul-core straight to my eyes. With you, I have felt
amazing fantasy as enthralling reality because of the wonder that
is you and your purview.
I love Neverland, Tinker Bell, the boys and the countless joys that
made up the minutes of each day we shared. Though nothing in my
future will ever compare, I can no longer deny that I am compelled
to step into adulthood, that such is what I should do, what I am
meant to do, and must do without you. In your world, I will always
be your girl, but in the traditional world, I must let my woman
unfurl. What is calling me onward and forward is all that you
would never walk toward and risk dying adult-bored.
Turn any woe into a splendid crow of much ado, repeat until woe
has winded you, then smile to know -
~ I shall always gratefully and lovingly remember you ~
through a very small circle
and without reason
I once caught sight
of a magnified ship
'standing still'
out at sea
when it came into focus
it merged with the sky
that was grey
and was smudged
by the rain on the lens
like the whole world around it
not even the dog on the beach
barking and spinning in circles
while chasing whistles
that got lost
on the razor blade wind
could detract
because for those
five misty-eyed minutes
before my sixpence ran out
life was safe and exciting
with no
real meaning
that ship
is still out there
anchored somewhere
inside childhood
- out of time
out of season
and many many miles
from land.
To young lives full of sight promise,
I give glowing, gold dream spheres
And the belief that hope is honest
Because I am their sweet poetry years.
Youthful times of enchantment
bear longings rather than fears
in my stargaze encampment,
settled in my charmed poetry years.
I gift creativity, crafted unique,
to build teenage based frontiers.
I blend wonder with mystique
to bolster my awesome poetry years.
I have many charms to employ
upon young emotional pioneers
in hopes they retain all joy
found inside my selfless poetry years.
All who ever became an adult, full grown,
once handed me their trusting, young tears
to mix with faith’s infinite, soothing tone
while they camped here, in my poetry years.
Here, growth depth lifts a perspective tone
on all life hits that could lay a teenager prone.
I am the time aiding adolescence
and adulthood with coalescence.
Childhood
Playful , young
Shouting, whining, developing
Boys , girls , men , women
Working,teaching,remembering
Serious, wise
Adulthood
Child
Carefree, fearless
Learning, observing, mimicking
Baby, school, graduate, adult
Teaching, protecting, providing
Responsible, cautious
Parent
Diamante Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina Riddle
Adulthood
He sees the world, all passions fascinate
His palm is shown where some would hesitate
No fool, not he, or should he ever be
He does not live in lands of fantasy
His wealth is in his dream for all mankind
The starving will be fed, bellies and mind
All through his life he’ll hold no-one to blame
For similar as we are, none are the same
Like favoured flowers nurtured by his hand
The ugliness of man, he’ll understand
Through his words and more by attitude
He will forgive the craven and the rude
For life to him not be, some candy floss
He throws all rubbish out, and the dross
Listens to the child, the muses, those insane
Treats equally for need, thought, and pain
At times his heart besieged by doubtful will
His strength returns, with it, hope there still
With actions easy, he may stimulate
A palm be shown where some would hesitate
25 April 2015
For Adult Contest
Sponsor; FJ Thomas
To be, or not to be
To do or not to do
To head ahead, or cease
To blossom, to wear out,
To fight, to loose, to stand,
To fall, to rise again, to trust
To grow… to love.
It’s all laid before you,
A day more of your existence
Adds more to the clouded shelf of choices
There is more if it’s a year more
Confusion; it comes in with more picks
When the weak and the strong are known
Not only for the right selections,
Even in the wrong ones.
Crap hands for yourself
Write a letter to your heart
Praise it for the Job well done
For two decades and a day
Hurry! To the queen, it’s never easy
Make your pick, as long as you are happy
As long as the smile doesn’t fade
So long as it doesn’t deform that beautiful
face
You don’t always get to choose
Some choices are God’s to make
Some things are worth trying
Some fears are not fears, rather signs
Some days are a sign too
Some people deserve a room in your heart
Some words are best understood when done
To more years of happiness
To more years of peaceful sleeps
To more years of friendship even more
To more years of “boys lie”
To more years of beauty
Yesterday's adults
are now children--
all of them.
Adulthood in Practice
(For Adult Contest)
There came a time when I began to see
That this life was about more than me.
And as that view sharpened in my sight
I saw a line separating wrong from right.
If by choice I placed myself in the wrong,
I knew I could not abide that place long.
I saw my presence there hurting others—
My infinite family of sisters and brothers.
It struck me that each of my selfish acts
The well-being of others a price exacts.
But if I chose the right, hard though it be
I was giving selfless service responsibly.
Being an adult means directing one’s being
To lifting lives and in compassion believing.
Again and ever still it is the time-tried case
Of putting unconditional love in first place.
There are those who believe this is naïve.
To self alone they cleave—and misperceive.
Despite age, they are adults in name only
Numbered of humankind’s lost and lonely.
The light once so bright
In the humble dandelion,
The power that amazed us
In the migrating birds,
The patterns so intriguing
In frost on the window
Are not lost forever, merely
Held in reserve,
Awaiting sweet release
From the numbing effect
Of fixed preoccupations,
From the stealthy separation
Of projected self-propulsion.
Adulthood
A big “Mazel Tov” to the bride and groom
Blushing and sweating, each smiling face
Loud, hearty cheers go up across the room
Here’s two new contestants for life’s big race!
A union in fate’s journey together
There will always be problems, there’s no doubt
Even when you’re two birds of a feather
If you’ve got a spouse, you’ll never run out!
Work and home life just add more of the same
Now I dare you to add kids to the mix
If you’d once enjoyed adult fun and games
All free time you had just got the deep six
Think you don’t look slick? No need to abort.
Adulthood’s a strictly amateur sport!
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Thinking will not prolong the inevitable.
Hoping for yesterday will not stop tomorrow.
Incompetence only takes you so far.
Shooting for the stars is our destination.
Initially, we must all create our paths.
Slowly, may our fate take its shape.
In time, memories shall begin to fade.
Tapping in rhythm with our hearts content.
In silted apron blossoms baby
Incubating heat fondles canopy
From leafy trellis sprouts progeny
With briny tears, warmth grows quickly
Acorn melded to fertile tree
Succoring streams flow freely
Ballasted perch shared dutifully
Fragile shell tendered stem's realty
Paternal arms clasp twig-end tightly
Structural beams foster stability
Nutrients funnel expanding the cavity
Well-rounded hull with shared identity
Truant winds the bond doth atrophy
Shaking strands that clutch lovingly
Ripening acorn longs new vistas to see
With heavy heart falls from caring tree
Dry, barren ground leaches each gratuity
Rotting leaves fondle exterior incessantly
Surface ambitions soiled by limited mobility
Predatory marauders pilfer each, bright opportunity
Acorn will not stray far from security
Paternal shadow hovers patiently
With overarching wings shield calamity
During trials, trickle down tears of empathy
O my baby
Do you think this is easy?
Walking away from possibilities
Accepting this present reality
Look deep in me...See
O my baby
Do you think this is easy?
The only changes is I don’t have you
And I feel like I can’t breathe…crushed
O my baby
Do you think this is easy?
I still dream…future
I still feel…you… connection
I still…I still…I still want you…temptation
O my baby
Do you think this is easy?
O my baby
Do you think this is easy?
Written 1999
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 you stand just a little bit taller
And it can feel, at first, rather strange
When you begin to lead instead of follow
Like the eagle, ever higher you’ll soar
Beyond the mountains, and farther still
To see the same bright stars over distant shores
And a future that’s yours alone to fulfill.