Maturing Poems - Poems about Maturing

(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic) Late Bloomer It wasn’t until I was half my age That I came into my own And finally felt whole. Now at sixty six I’m not sure what you’d call The way I feel. Over the hill Ripe in a hard cider way Nobody going nowhere. But there is peace In having been there, done that And gotten over the need for more. Knowing...

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For it to… For it too— Four and two. Forty-two! A number?—or a gate? Where past meets present, And dreams no longer wait— Fighting, and finding—their rightful place. For it to… For it too— Four and two?! Forty-two! An age where silence breaks, Where the pen takes its...

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Destiny, oh destiny, why hide thyself from me. Come out, come out, for all to see. A life filled with struggle, then at last a surprise. Why not reveal now how I self-actualize? Have I no choice of my destination, How I’ll proceed in my maturation? How many ways could there be? Or outcomes to this mystery? More than one, surely a few, Leave...

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I sit here With a pint a cheer Wondering about the number thirty Avoiding not being dirty It was fifteen years ago As you all know I was on top Thanks a lot To someone who gave me a shot Brandy, they said what it was...

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Breaking through the walls of my old thoughts peeling away the dead skin of the old sins I was taught I know my loved ones didn’t mean to hurt me but teaching me the same toxic lies did in fact poison me and it was the kind of poison that tasted really sweet when you’re a child you don’t get to choose what to...

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You will start off as an egg With a tug and a tug and a tug you will rip out Now you have advanced to a tadpole And with that you will start your route Then when you find the difficulties of life You will have to find the solution every time This is because you strive to be the absolute...

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People always tell me that What to do with my bat After practicing a bit I will try to make a hit Avoiding the opponent's mitt Through the infield The rawhide peels And I run the bases as part of the deal People always tell me that...

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a silent calling scattered colored leaves a maple bleeds rain falls from holes in the clouds a passage thunder rolls across the sky and fades to the patter of rainfall I run from my car and call my gods whispers of nothingness as summer fades I see my friend at a restaurant as she clears tables she smiles as she walks by my table hands full of dishes snippets of conversations affections shown in...

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I wish I was young and still drinking Where others would see my soul And feelings were thought together for shallowness meant to role That all of my troubles were sexual and life meant I'm easy that way For others to see me as special and happiness had it's say That all of my time was as busy as the work that I do...

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When you hear justice do you also listen for responsive mercy? Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge against uncivilized behavior swelling vibrant adrenaline baptizing your self-righteous bloodstream? If revenge is your best defense against chaotic complexities of anti-social behavior, If punitive humiliation is this justice you would mentor, live by, protect, then you will be an often disappointed, and disappointingly ineffective, parent, and would...

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The author grows, reflects, and acts. Words become harder to express. When youth was evident, the soul was thriving. Now it all hurts, on the news the world is dying. Too afraid to lift the eyes, staring at the steps infront, hurrying to a destination. An author experiences, shares, and cares. I thought perhaps I would be one. But where I was bold, I am...

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Christianity is a process....... Some Christians explore their faith and question their denomination Some do vice versa Some question and explore both....this is the process by which true maturity comes. The only immature Christian is the one who does neither zero none....

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Time seemed to be in abundance; enough to chew and brew Sleep, play or gossip; enough to spare despite all that we blew Dreams, expectations, full of flurry; no tick to stir the blurry Life discarded as wasteful worry; hurry, worry all went to bury I the Master, I the Supreme; others, the ordinary got little attention Times came and...

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We humans are here to mature, And often it takes a thunderbolt, To strike from beyond, To deepen our understanding, Test our resolve, Bring us into a calm acceptance, Awaken us to our soul nature, To complete an initiation, Like putting the final piece of a jigsaw, Into its interlocking place, That we can know our purpose, Why we are here, What Spirit would have us do, And...

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O God you who knows all things give me serenity that's wholly true to accept that which I can't change bowing to your supremacy this I do Fill me with your courage so to change what I can being obedient to your law nothing better done by any man Give me your great wisdom which I sadly often lack so I know what's the difference that...

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