Immaturity Poems - Poems about Immaturity

I go to bed at three, I usually wait beneath the plum tree, That tree is useless like my name, You and I are in a blissful game! You are too sweet for me, Never lived inside me as if you were a great flea, You are too weak for me, Never spent a day without thinking of me! But do you care...

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I loved that man with a hunger, the Forbidden fruit of my aged old youth, and Future grief. I was too green, yet laid like root My blind side none the wiser. I loved that man with a hunger, but God only knows, I've known raw pain The fall and rise of life again My blind side none the wiser. I loved...

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I gave my all to thee then fell to my knees feeling robbed. I was given Risperdal that released me of rage against my foolish ways floating on cloud nine that held my self-centered ways at bay. I had to have thee loving little old me as if tulips held the power and smell of love. I was not alone; and clamored to your kindness yes, the number...

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Lavender smell of Long Beach once more eclectic vibes suffused the air sheer curtains twiddled by Gulf breeze Big sky, green of pines nostalgia rained supremely pure irises seventy years strong Blinding of a blue bird lightening flashed warnings rain clouds frolicked with thunder Valley of fire and ice flight of a bluebird the lighthouse as gift. *...

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You're only young once, but can always be immature As long as you live, trust me, I know this to be fact for sure I'm a prime example A perfect sample Of immaturity, you can surely be assured...

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Hi Instagram here's why you need to stop showing me he is seeing my stories. Cause He ain't gonna come visit my profile. He ain't gonna tag. All you know is he is online and all I know is it ain't for me. Hi WhatsApp. Here's why you need to stop showing me he is online. Cause that online...

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Bucking bronco, rotating out the gate, Ton of flesh, an expression of hate, Provoked to anger in a pen, Intentionally, by rodeo men. Brutal Tongue, through lips at rapid rate, Can unload tons of passion and hate, Provoked to anger...

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I. Lyric Written in 1958 at Age Eight Sung with Friends on the Schoolyard to the tune of "Curiosity Killed the Cat" from Peeping Penguins (1937) There's poopoo on the ground There's poopoo on the ground Looks like it, smells like, tastes like it too Put your foot in it and it sticks like glue There's poopoo on the ground. II....

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You're only young once, but you can still be immature As long as you live, trust me, I know this for sure I'm a prime example A perfect sample Of immaturity, you can surely be assured...

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Immaturity Logic dictates that we must escape, The shackles of youth and mature with age. But who can decide when we have matured enough? Surely we all have a part of us that needs to remind us of the fun, We had when we were young. The first time we found love, finding the music of our life. Memories that takes us...

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You can only be young once, but you can always be immature As long as you live, trust me, I know this to be fact for sure I'm a prime example A perfect sample Of immaturity, you can surely be assured...

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Easily swayed Hooked on things Instead of the king With Him not spending Private time High level of viscosity When preacher teaches The Word uncompromised He or she looks the Other way Still walking with Bad company Hadn't allowed God To fully drive them To their destiny Giving hell to Anyone who is Living well Or setting sail To live in the Sea of righteousness In order to get God's best Yes the...

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