Maturation Poems - Poems about Maturation

I was helpless, I was shining. You were knowing. and bestowing. When my steps were unsteady, you held my hand. You were ready. Age is just a number, you said grinning broadly like a little girl repeating a loving fib. You...

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My infantile eye left me crying in my spiritual cradle. I was a baby in desperate need of the divine hand and a nutritious ladle. With divine guidance and nutrition, I started to grow. My legs got stronger, and I started walking. Then I started to know. But somewhere, somewhere during my maturation, I walked...

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Buried in the depths of my soul is the unrealized hope of a full explanation Covered over by shovels full of doubt and thoughts regressed Brilliance which lost its edge from lack of use lies in a state of degradation Can hope with its own will stir once again the creative mind Bringing forth seeds of thoughts that demand...

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The trouble with aging Is people believe it requires A “growing up” A period of maturation (did I spell that right). I’ve been around for Three quarters of a century With a foot in two millennia And I still think Pharts are Phunny. All my secrets are safe Because I only told them to the dog. I still make carrot and green bean fangs At the supper...

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Swirling words from an infinite field, Caught and thought in a moment of time. Knowing not their future or their yield, Their full potential may be sublime. Allow yourself a time to reflect, Give your thoughts the freedom to expand. It won’t take long for them to connect, Piece them together the best that you can. For simple thoughts to be understood, Whether written...

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Being a country boy has advantages His mischief can be especially charming But, when a city boy barely damages His folks may find it all quite alarming. When a country boy is perturbed And gets involved in a mild kerfuffle His folks will likely become disturbed And, they will give him cause to shuffle. A country boy can sometimes be coy When facing an...

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I may be stronger Than I doubt myself to be. I may be no longer Be able to bottle up my feelings. I may have been weaker, But even back then I was strong-spirited. I may have been sheltered, Yet in secret I released my feelings. I might be the same As I was long before these days. I might be no longer Able to contain...

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Consequence by Michael R. Burch They are fresh-faced, not innocent, but perhaps not yet jaded, oblivious to time and death, of each counted breath in the pendulum’s sway falling unheeded. They are bright, undissuaded by foreign tongues, by sepulchers empty and waiting, by sarcophagi of ancient kings, by proclamations, by rituals of scalpels and rings. They are sworn, they are fated to misadventure and grief; but they revel in life till the...

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Rendered seed concealed in Love's nest Tendered sapling fondling mother's breast Adolescent twig fluttering with pubescent zest Immature leaves on mating quest Maturing frond passing coupling test Cherished branches sprout; hearth's bough dressed In due time, seasoned fruit; perpetuity's crest Stale, desiccate limbs; vitality's inquest...

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You will never be perfect nor even particularly good, but you might just manage good enough. Hers was a complicated birth. She was picked out of a crowd of thirty newborns sight unseen while lying in recovery – her voice, felt. Heeded during its infancy, there would be awake-ness a full minute before the cry, fully cognizant and expectant of need. Cared for, and...

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