Love Mature Poems | Examples
These Love Mature poems are examples of Mature poems about Love. These are the best examples of Mature Love poems written by international poets.
I thought this noxious pain would abandon my agonized heart after a while
I thought if I could write better it would ease on me
Maybe my tacks were wrong,
I couldn't find my way to exist, still a character of a juvenile
They mocked my will, my reasons, my need to smile
No matter how old, never will be mature enough
I came the last, cried a bit much, been called the spoiled infant
They refused to see the unpleasant substance runs in my veins
That I was a bit too lonesome, compared to the rest.
I tried to hold onto the little ones, they arrived long after me;
Even my eager attempts were not solid enough for them to see.
Now I found my company, he took my solitude, turned "I" to "we"
All I needed is his camaraderie, only his devotion, love, caring
Still feels too great to ask a little sympathy,
From the ones who stood before me
Never have the right to feel, just a naive employee.
What can I do?
To fight these urges
In my adult life, I have no luck
No luck with love
But my body needs to
But I can't disappoint God
Nor give Satan the power
So what can I do
To fullfill my Sexual desire
The beating in my chest
the urge to rub a womans breast
and rubbing her feet would also be best
I can't be a pimp
Compare to my male friends
I feel like a useless wimp
I have tons of urges and kinks
I can have sex in weeks
I love to mingle
But I am single
I'm not getting yonger
I'm getting older
My urges feel like a roller-coaster
I feel horny each time I'm awake
I don't know how much I can take
Welcome to my peach pity party
It’s my own fault it’s started
Without music I so lavender love
I find my pen more and piano not enough
I have ambitions and I notice now
That time is ticking winding down
I’m sure to die poor and unknown
I’m ok with that but dreams are blown
Dreams of leaving earth better than it was
Dreams of leaving inheritance and love
Dreams of not dying alone at home
Dreams of never being weak but strong
I don’t wear Cpap so I’m doomed
Lupus in remission but could anytime bloom
I have overcome some dilemmas thankfully
But God still put impossible dreams in me
Why so that I strive despite my hard head
Writing my dreams that I will never live
In a way I have because you read my lines
When a poetic thought starts in my mind
So pity party you are here with me
Embracing my poems and deferred dreams
I’m no longer a girl with the canvas sky
But a mature woman who uses ink to fly
Eagerness
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The harness digs into tender, wounded flesh.
Growth has exceeded our bonds and makes them uncomfortable…painful.
Only then do we notice, realize, the bit in our mouth.
Friction inducing sores around raw, skinless lips.
Only then do we see the driving reins that have been leading us to take the right paths.
Just as a mother bird will push their offspring from the nest into flight, our Authority desires for us to stretch and grow enough to break free of our bonds!
Seek liberty from the law with zeal and eagerness!
When our desires have matured past the selfish stage and reached majority, to match the will of God, then freedom does not lead one along the wrong path.
Liberty leads to *love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance; against such there is no law!
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Remove bit, bridle
Eagerly the horse runs free
Down the right path home
*(Galatians 5:22-23)
Life's a winding road we stroll,
Not short but late in wisdom's role,
In youth, we chase what's bright and bold.
As years pass by, our journey's stride,
In maturing hearts, our dreams reside,
Life's tapestry, a rich and wide ride.
With every season's ebb and flow,
We learn to cherish, let love grow,
In aging's rhyme, our stories show.
So, life's not brief, just takes its cue,
In time, we find what's truly true,
Maturity's song, a beautiful view.
Once, there was a love between a man and his GOD.
The man forsook him when God failed to please him.
There was once a love between a man and his WIFE
Until the wife refused to be the servant of her husband.
There was once a love between a man and his DOG
Until his dog was injured in an illegal dog fight.
There was once a love between a father and a SON
Until the son demanded his inheritance and departed.
That was when the father's love also departed. Lastly,
There was once a love between a man and his GIRLFRIEND
Until she became pregnant and refused to have an abortion.
It's all too clear to see that each man's love was immature.
Each man's love thrived on the benefits that he alone received
From the relationship. They never realized that it wasn't really love.
They never understood that love is not like a faucet to be turned
On or off at will, depending on the suitability of one's own taste*.
101422PSCtest, Once There Was a Love. JCB Brul. 2P
*1 Corinthians 13:5a NIV: It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
Thrills of ardent aster in Fall bloom,
whispers and lips in butterfly tease -
stoking hearth’s heat in surrendered swoon
harvesting lust.. with vanilla ease.
Susan Ashley
October 9, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Original poem “Beauty Of Day’s Harvest” - September 28, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 9
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Submitted for contest on October 9, 2020
Passionate One
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Love of my life,
light of my morning,
arise brightly dawning,
for you are my sun.
Give me of heaven
both manna and leaven,
desirous Presence,
Passionate One.
your single nod
as I touch you in that place --
mature thoughts
my dream is infused with
the smell of white chocolate
I open weak eyes --
the small flame wavers
as you walk slowly
you know I am in your palm
even as the fragrant candle
Jan 25 2012 Charles Henderson
I think you saw
how ridiculous
I can be in this world
And you decided
That I just might be--
A friend you would love to hold.
Those early days are hard to forget
Not that I would want to
In a life such as this
Just know I am here
Always--for you--in this.
As the very mature buck with full rack__
With gray in thinning sienna coat__ paws
Outside my fully ripe apple orchard
Longing now once again to enter
As he peers through the peeling lattice fence
Into the garden that is hanging with__
Luscious fruit __ he longs to eat forbidden
Juicy apples that are ripe for picking
As I quietly long for the touch__words
Of my lover's__ tenderly caress me
Words __of his love and protection care that
Are lasting secure..Come my love, come now
I've got a recipe for love and it's oh so sweet.
Where I kiss your beautiful body from your head to your feet.
I'll give you a massage and I'll caress your soft skin.
While whispering "I love you" over and over again.
It's a very special recipe, that's best cooked at night.
I'll make your temperature rise , by holding your body tight.
We'll let our love simmer, and we'll take our time.
We'll make love by the fire and we will drink some wine.
As our blood begins to boil, with our bodies on fire,
Our passion will overflow, I'll quench your desire.
As we start to cool by dawns early light,
I'll wrap you in my arms, we'll hold one another tight.
We'll lay close together and we'll drift off to sleep.
Having tasted this sweet love, It's a recipe we'll keep