Best Maturity Poems
As I sit by the window and look out towards the sun,
A half of me says stay, while the other half says run.
I know it's part of life, to grow older with each day,
but the older that I get, the more I want to run away.
All the stress and hard decisions that I'm left to ponder,
only makes me crazier, as now I'm left to wander.
Like a never ending clock, the days and nights will pass,
so I'll hold on to my memories, for only they will last.
And I can use them anytime, to make me laugh or smile,
or just to sort of drift away, and daydream for a while.
Although life seems so hard, I thank the Lord each night,
for blessing me with all the things He's put here in my life.
So as I grow in my time of youth, I tell myself one thing,
Never regret ,or you'll lose out, on the things that life may bring.
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
~ Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
When I was young and felt so alive with joy
knowing that blessings abounded all around me
I welcomed the moments, striving to know more
than merely a moment, but hours and months
soon I would know that years held most truths
One truth that sought me out from my thoughts
is the knowledge that time surely is like a thief
it takes from the heart and spirit all the hope
for second chances to relive the present day
knowing that what comes next will be old age
Time takes the present and makes it into the past
reminds us that we’re going to dash through seasons
without ever sewing all the seeds we may need to
never obtaining the harvest that we so desire to see
from hearts who have known us throughout our history
Awakening in maturity, ripe from all the pains we’ve seen
there is soon to be a living will and all other things that reveal
the sad and painful truth that we will only be on this earth
for a brief moment, hurrying through on our way to eternity
where we meet with the One who holds the key to our fate
Whispers of faith resonate through our spirits and teach us
to listen to the silence and breathe prayers into the heavens
where the miracle of life brought us to this place in time
painting mysterious hues of azure skies with iridescent light
compassion flowing from the One who gave us this time
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Maturity will set you free
Where I once was blind, I now can see
And maybe you should pity me.
For a youth I am no longer,
For a man I have become.
Now I am much wiser and stronger than you could realize;
For I am now deafened,
To the distractions which keep you blind.
For my eyes have been opened
And fulfillment I can now find.
I was once like you, at the end of my childhood,
But now I have matured into adulthood
And no longer like a child, can I act.
I must act my age and become a wise man.
For the things a child craves,
Are merely trinkets dangled before us.
Now I see your gold and diamonds,
Are simply copper underneath.
And the things you lust after,
Are merely the first stepping stone;
Whilst I seek the waters edge and a release I have chosen.
For the choices I have made, have lead me to the other side,
Whilst you’re splashing in the water,
Desperately clinging onto your stone.
But there I have been and through time found my feet;
Now I walk through the darkness, with no need of light to see.
I no longer fear slipping and falling into the water;
For I have been here before, so seek a new path to follow.
I seek a better tomorrow to truly begin to live free.
For now I have escaped these childhood manacles,
That have entrapped me
And blinded me, but now I can see,
That I am now free,
To disagree
And maybe to teach.
In an effort to give you enlightenment;
So one day you too will be set free.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
No longer do I have to work,
though more money would be nice,
I only have to sit here
and to take my own advice.
There’s more to life than money
though it’s now quite hard to see
why still I feel I have to seek
a job that’s paying me.
It’s the habit of a life time
or so I have been told,
and working is the thing you do
until you’re very old.
So does it mean I’m old now,
as the mirror tells me so
or just that I’ve matured at last,
I really do not know.
Maturity, I reckon
I achieved at sweet sixteen,
from then I’ve just been living
to fill in the time between
my teens and my retirement
though I had a bit to do,
it seems I have arrived at last
now working days are through.
Now I must fill a different time
from now until I’m dead,
starting every single day
until I go to bed.
But maybe I’ll get lucky
now my duty has been done
and find I like the freedom
of just sitting on my bum!
Ivor G Davies
Two prates,
sick paste,
wanton waste,
yet terrible brain.
One more way,
for me in the daze,
then the song with the wait,
then the bong and your faith-
yes it's gone,
but no you're still to gait-
you're still to frame,
you're still to blame.
Have you ever wondered?
Being in an adult blunder
A reason for going to class
Besides the well-known intellectual pass
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun
After morning school work is done
Lessons get tougher
Recesses physical education play is rougher
Dissect a frog
Read the Odyssey Greek log
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear
Relationships come along
Figuring out who is really in the wrong
Respecting alternative lives
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives
Going off to a higher level
Where some are angels others are devils
Sharing dorm rooms
Walking back from the library under the moon
Having a serious set back
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack
Sorority sisters are all right
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite
Four years later you turn your tassel
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle
Food on the table
Free cable
First job
Is an easy lob
Getting a start
Pushing the mail cart
Reality has no happy hour
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power
Boss gets nailed
You end up in jail
Who pays the bail?
Parents docking from a vacation sail
Life is cruel
Is the golden rule
Stay independent
Avoid resentment
Enjoy the short time here
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer
The apples ripen red, delicious
On the tree
Then fall
Where animals feast
And insects crawl
And creep
Under their skin
Rotting them from the outside in.
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I walked in to the truth, when I became a man; maturity hit me
Like a cotton sock filled with sour notes and hormone-hubris shouts,
The Women I’d adored I saw as more now; poised and wise with hearts, coal
Mine deep; and best of all now, friends, with whom to speak and leap and laugh
At life, like planets to their crisp earth’s Crops, to reap and play and listen to
A woman’s many layers, complete yet changing like a cyclone, or perfume’s
Flowery flame: but: there’s the sexual thing, a man’s God; the angels his beds, and notches
The fiction that he is boss, and cannot ever cry, or talk about the pain within (a sin) thus
Shields his contrite speech, to favour stormy bluster, with she, his partner in their fair
And stormy lair; but now, the beasts gone out I’ll say, my wife, my lover, my gorgeous friend,
Tougher then a car of shot gun-crazy cops; we’ll rest a while, and now, unlike before, we’ll Share your favorite sugar, your sweetest loving cup; I’ll do for you, what came so hard, for me, in years gone by; before growing as a man:
I’ll listen.
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.
The mental stumble,
And gastric rumble,
And clumsy fumble,
Uncalled for grumble,
And frequent mumble,
All while you bumble
Through life boldly
And getting oldly.
MATURING
Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper.
The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared,
Like a B-film star at the Oscars,
And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained.
Today, I began to climb a mud puddle,
Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness
Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters
Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster.
Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco,
Riding the turbulence with ease and poise
Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice
Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me.
April 26,2016
Entered in free verse, judged 5/2
Within my life much,
if not most of my time been spent
and as time makes no delay
I make haste for where my joy went.
I look back, so not forgotten
all the things that shaped me so,
try to make most of the present
but the future its fruits to show.
I guess I could complain
but then who's ascribed the blame?
surely I had to decide
where to go from where I came.
I've not always done whats best
but refute any regret,
looking forward to what may
cross my path and still be met.
Many questions still to be,
many answer's still unsought
but in all uncertainty,
only hope my eye has caught.
Since I am not the worst off
nor even close to best,
I am not closest to failing
and much further can I press.
seeking way to better me
and to live my life in truth
I now put my trust in God
who has known me b'fore youth.
Maturity not only comes with age but with the way in which we use wisdom towards our life
and others
~ by Glendine Martin~
© 2009 Glendine Martin. All Rights Reserved
Ten different toes are got from two feet
hence diversity and differences are the exact definition of man
exchange of ideas has come with great heat
but modesty and maturity can compensate like a running fan
even in the face of conflict, the human mind should be kept neat
can we disagree and smile? Yes we can!
No digesting of other opinions, just swallow and eat
after by-passing deaf ears to face fury’s pan
reasoning not coherent; opposing views treated as rotten meat
anger rising, sense of humanity diminishing, all these should face a ban
Standing, raising voices, bringing shame on each other’s seat
pride holding the pipe against acceptance, ready to tan
objective discussion-the actual purpose, ends up like dead wheat
taken away to be burnt, by a forgotten van
yet another opportunity, suffering a heavy defeat
as ego and arrogance execute their deadly slogan
Maturity is for the birds
I heard the vultures gossip
Over sinews and crunchy bones
At the time it seemed almost prophetic
When I saw the crows
Coming down
For leftovers
Ravenous joining fun
Over spirits and fine innards
The special guest forgotten
And true a nameless victim
But, maturity is for the birds
An attribute only wasted on some