Best Adulthood Poems

Childhood
              Playful  ,  young
       Shouting, whining, developing
      Boys  ,  girls  ,  men  , ...

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Child
Carefree, fearless
Learning, observing, mimicking
Baby, school, graduate, adult
Teaching, protecting, providing
Responsible, cautious
Parent

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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...

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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...

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A boy named Joseph lives in an old city,
But his family lives so far from his living place.
He came here for study purposes.
Next year he will complete his graduation from the local university.
Now he is 25 years old.
His family is looking for a girl for...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Anxious he really was
Of age to be
Of liberties to take
Little did he know what it would take

So now he sees
For now he is
It’s just a struggle to live better
It’s just a struggle to die better

Sunrise after sunrise
Days on end
For himself he lives
For others he struggles

Now...

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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
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Yesterday's adults
are now children--
all of them....

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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...

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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....

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Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray.
I offered my love to the midnight neon angel.
I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray.
She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful.

I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style.
I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars.
I feigned...

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