Best Mature Poems

the indelible scent of ecstasy filled their auras
with the fragrance of lovemaking spent and
aroused passion anxious to be tasted then
devoured…skin forged on skin…a magical collaboration
of...

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I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold
With clear access to writing that was mature and bold.
I thought I could go...

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Come walk with me,
for the path cares not,
the age of your feet.

Look at the butterflies on petals,
their silence does not care,
the language you speak.

Listen to...

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There was sweat on my brow, 
beads of them as I approached her. 

I was a young man, still green. 

She was a mature woman...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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No one wants to be left on the shelf for years
Guess you could say I’ve popped my cork
Now I’m fully mature with a rich full...

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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular...

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Have you ever really heard
The sweet twitter of the night bird,
Flying towards the refuge trees:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.

Two lovers sit on make...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached...

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Oh, the memories of Spring
     much more the sweeter grow,
when you are at Autumn’s end 
     and...

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Roses have bloomed colorful, wearing
A symphony of red, white, and pink.
Gardenia and Jasmine pose in white,
Butterflies are fluttering in delight.

Insects are pollinating flowering trees
Devouring nectar,...

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and so you dust the book that's me
right off the shelf called LOVERS
You have found the others not to 
be as enthrallingly intense

caressing the gilded...

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And so you dust the book that's me
right off the shelf called LOVERS
You have found the others not to 
be as enthrallingly intense

caressing the gilded...

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My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand...

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