Immature Poems

Not Enough

It’s alright  
                                                   

What To Expect Immature People Of Democracy

If time of bad desire
Sits its rejection then,
It has crossed the limit.
When government gets err,
People suffer with rage.
If their rights neglect
Electing leaders by money
Tampered, pre-meditated
Betrayed by ill digital,
What democracy we expect
What progress we proceed
Sooner it invite violence.
The good is being assailed
For good men done nothing.
What do evil will do here
But to steal, to kill
Eventually, to

Immature

Childish.
Clingy.
Needy.
Immature.
All things describing me.
All things people find annoying.
All things my love has found a nuisance.
I try to not be overwhelming.
I try not to be overbearing.
But sometimes I can’t help it.
I feel safe.
I feel protected.
I feel at home with him.
It feels secure enough to act childish.
I thought it was fine.
I thought he didn’t mind.
Until he said

IMMATURE? NO, I'M MATURE

Maturity is something which
Has come and gone with me.
I am a man - but then can be
A boy again, you see.
Sometimes, I can set aside
My adult obligations...
Trading them for short-lived fun
In said sad celebrations.

Something deep and within me
Is triggered in my mind.
This, I ask - is what I seek
In life so hard to find?
Maybe so,

Puerility

Childlike wonder fades, 
In the mirror, time's soft theft. 
Hearts once light, now weigh, 
Dreams of youth, a distant breath, 
Wisdom's price, the joy it left.

We Are Still Immature

WE ARE STILL IMMATURE 

We are still pupils, to be in love.
Still pupils to drive ourselves through better life.
Still immature to do what our central parts love.
Still young to be parents, as we still depend on our folks.

We have nothing, but affectionate.
Nothing but love for each other.
Love represents us as everything to each other.

We are

Apologize To the Platters Now

Only poo can make this world seem bright
Only poo can make what's heavy light
Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone
So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo.

If-- For An Immature Age

“IF—”
for an Immature Age

If you can damn a warm January day
  As part and parcel of a worldwide curse,
And not let the ignorance in you pipe up and say
  “Well, for winter, we could do a lot worse!”;
If instead you long for the renewing snows
  Because they’re more needed than weather mild,
Feeling

Young Rebel

You placed yourself in harm’s way. 
I hated that you would join the fray.

Now you bravely faced and fought 
the devil I had stupidly bought.

It was unwise, absurd from the start,
Foolish and silly to be in my heart.

You said, “No. Let’s not do this.”
I said, “Yes.” and gave you a kiss. 

You staunchly stood in

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(3 Haikus)

Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people

I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts

Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna 
be some weird adults?"

Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock 
the cops and school the jail.

No Fred Astaire

Dangling on a string in his underwear
Looking ridiculous and without flair
Tempting fate on a simple silly dare
Without a hint of worry or a care
Blissfully too ignorant to beware
Lest he falls flat on his fat derriere
Can he be so dumb blindly unaware
So quickly thrills can mutate to a scare
Giggles quick to vanish into thin air
An evening

Immature

Keep on..... Forging 
 On the anvil,
 Not yet formed.

 
 Hugging….warmth,
 Beneath soil,
 Not yet sprout.

 
 Shining….. Bright
 Behind clouds,
 Not yet peeked.

 Bearing story,
 Slithering…. with in
 Not yet told.
 
 In morning spring.......
 Whispered breeze, 
 Not yet bloomed.

 Iced love,
 Dwelling…… in heart
 Not yet revealed.

Immature Love Story

I will walk away if you approach me
I will run away into the mountains
I will stay there for a while
I am afraid you wont like me
I am afraid of your angry face
I am afraid of myself
I may tell a lie
I may rage against you
I may tell a joke that is not funny at all
I keep

A Fabulous Fun Footle Game of the Immature

GAME OF THE IMMATURE

I hog
the blog

I tease
with ease

not crude
but rude

they rile
I smile

how droll
to troll


31/3/17

Immature Reality

What is reality?

There are no answers to this 
question nor will there ever be 
yet we still asked it.
And if someone were to answer 
it then such a person couldn't 
be human.
Because that would be like 
trying to explain water to a 
fish.

Reality is a burr, a flashing light 
of remarkable hope, sorrow, 
Joy, music,

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