Maturity Poems - Poems about Maturity

Maturity doesn't come with age, but in silence, through each page turned with care, through inner storms that no one sees, where self-knowledge frees the spirit. Not in crowds or in the spotlight, but in gentle moments, in whispered prayers, we don't yearn for the life that shines, but for the one that speaks in subtle and discreet...

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Enjoy your life without being afraid Of other people's judgement Because who think you are bad Not sure he’s better I don't care if you're older or younger For me, as long as you know how to appreciate will I respect people, age is a number, maturity is an attitude Everyone can be old, but not necessarily out of character....

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Somewhere I am not As is my memory... not If not there, then where? When I was eighteen Going to change the world My world at least... That hook went missing Place is changed too, for good As Time... slipped the knot. We’ll see if I see Acting out what has happened Still to see, or saw.… Different wholes… Time only allowing me To play minor parts. Care...

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I finally get it What they say is right Never walk with a woman On the road to maturity That person will be in tears And closet yourself to mature And superior to your past Then fall in love with another girl And bad for the other....

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Growing up is Learning about To be strong....

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A book tells a story And an author tells the experience The senses of the world A tear tells a feeling And a sorrow tells the pain The emotions of a human being It's coming, When the sea meets the sand It formulates A sequence A master creation When the storm meets an individual It creates an atmosphere A freedom The...

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In the middle ages these roughed and scuffed decades between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin I earned the right to wear sapphires and burn my mademoiselle mistakes with wisdom-fires it took me a while to grow into my autumn season —the autumn side of September hair once a cascade of summer’s solar flare now but faded flaxen streams...

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When will I finally fill your shoes, Reach maturity like you did? You seemed to have all the answers When I was just a kid. I've been waiting a long time now So maybe I missed my turn, I'm well past the age you were, By now I should have learned! How did you do the adulting, so effortless, Not...

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I am a man, not a boy, carrying the weight of maturity like a chosen garment, I am a man with dreams and lofty ambitions, weaving my path among the stars with threads of desire, I am a man with a gentle heart, in a strong body, but with a soul as vast as the ocean, I am...

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Age like fine wine Keep in decades Full taste better....

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As you prepare for twenty-three, We see the man you've come to be, With so much grace and so much light, You always soar to a greater height. Throughout the times, big and small, The joys, the wins and every fall. They made you twinkle like a star And spread your light so very far I wish to see how high you fly, And...

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Something has been written, I am sure Of the power of joy Of the scent of sorrow Of the sound of shame. Something has been written, I am sure Of the feel of forgetting Of the shades of loss Of the taste of pain. Something has been written, I am sure Of all such things, but more Of the colours love and doubt What else...

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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,...

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I've always been described as mature, yet not many know I grew up too fast, for trauma broke an innocent girl, her innocence, her happiness....

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This 30th of November, I can be dragged down by men that I loved. And they feel no guilty I’m caged in maturity. A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split “Tear it or tear down”. Fear of getting lost Neverland with a waggish Peter Pan...

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