Short Maturing Poems
Short Maturing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Maturing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Maturing by length and keyword.
You took innocence
sow seeds in maturing brain
create illusions
in the name of the father...
a lattice for prejudice.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
embers of fire burst
a conflict of the dragon
enforcing strict rules
helping maturing up brave
facing full heat of the sun
10/13/2017
Baby
Beautiful, fragile
Laughing, cuddling, playing
Infant, toddler, adolescent, youth
Maturing, learning, developing
Social, charmer
Youth
Did not have an instant connection or burning urge
Through their childhood friendship they became close
After maturing they could not stay away from each other
Soulmates and forever friends
I am not growing old or tall
I am maturing, not only by shape
but by wisdom.
It has been placed in the furnace of my heart,
burned with the radiance of the sun and been
molded in the storms by God's will until
I have become organic Protea.
spring
exuberance, tenderness
birthing, blooming, nurturing
breeze, solstice, heat, equinox,
maturing, toiling, enduring
exhaustion, thirst
summer
26-April-2021
Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Jeanice has now been baptized
Now she's saved she has realized
Now she has to win the race
Maturing at a steady pace
Fight the devil; don't back down
Get rid of that crazy clown!
In the end get into heaven
She now knows she's been forgiven!
In a Winter's Loft; Complete,
with Midnight Eyes.
Maturing Curiosity,
Echoing with Laughter;
Sparkling, by Design.
Scintillating Whispers,
Fruitful, and Confident.
Longing to be Understood.
Eagerly Anticipating the Last Page.
Always Wanting More.
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.
To a man, who inspires us through his lines,
Evergreen, yet maturing like fine wine.
My heartfelt wishes to you dear friend,
who sets trend and never pretends.
May your imagination flow like a river without an end,
May you pen down thoughts that inspire and transcends.
Juniper Purple
fabulous Kind,
Beautiful, blue, existing
Feelings such of happiness
Blossoming
Flowers
Fragrant, amazing smells
Maturing, flourishing, showing
purple so blushing
Flush
3334/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Visibly bald from losing his hair,
lucky uncle explores healthy fare.
Fresh veggies constrain follicle halt,
fixing a maturing hairline’s fault.
Vainly Uncle George emits forced yawns
glibly disarmed as new girlfriend fawns.
April 30, 2020
Contest: Couplet
Sponsor: Dear Heart
the golden ratio
and fibonacci sequence
govern natures shapes
from seed to full grown
childhood to aged perspectives
everythings logic
patterns and chaos
all just existent matters
from undercurrents
of the math form tides
shaping understandings seen
by maturing minds
stan sand
Cycles
Living in my mind,
This is my “Dawning Time”
My healing Season,
Near completion.
Thank you, Lord,
For your perfect
Timing.
In my waiting,
Your hand,
Maturing.
I emerge,
Through your
Strength,
Captured by
Your Love.
Hope, fulfilled.
In my Winter,
Cometh Spring…
Not VCR’S
By: Tom Wright
12-2-04
In our youth,
we search for the fast forward button of life.
Then later, in our maturing years,
search for rewind or eject buttons;
finally realizing that life,
simply starts, records, and stops.
Will your recording be edited before it stops?
Lifetime trek
Now complete
Ever now passed
Your beginning moment
Terra Lumina
Has crested horizons
Before you
Throughout destinations
You’ve journeyed
Maturing before
Those eyes
Which destiny
Could never elude
Those crossings
Carrying you forward
Eternally incomplete
Reincarnated anew
Upon the rising
The path of knowing
Is never easy
Nor predictable
It is meant to be
And to be
The path of maturing
Is never cultured
Nor structured
It is overcoming challenges
And building your inner self
The path to victory
Is never about success
Nor blessings
It is about conquering the world
And sustaining your well being
in the caves
of white salt
we are breathing
our bronchioles
are opening
translucent
crystals of the
abandoned sea
we are maturing
sprinkling blue light
of the spectrum
amplified light
we are seeing now
stimulated emissions
unknown shiftings
beyond the spectrum
i am hearing
dust of the polluted ocean
we are powerful
Form:
Vividly its coming
Imagine it figured
Conquering its occurring
Maturing as it grows
A pencil is meant to write
An ink is meant to be refilled
A paper is meant to be written on
And words are meant to be read
Slimmer as it boils
Aborting as it leaves the fakeness
Completing as it receives the originality
The race has been ran
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
Sweetheart
little angel
mind body maturing
happily healthy very wise
Jenny
Thanks Rhoda
for insperation
Hope I did this right lol
I Awaken a child
to the nearness of my mother;
Feeling her breath of warmth--
(apparent is the joy
on her face
a labor well done);
my eyes maturing
not quite focus
I trustingly reach
for her special day
and mine
our discovery;
it is the grasp
of a newborn,
and the surrendering
of an
infinite universe
to love....
The faces are
stamped in.
They sit and play.
having done this
all their maturing lives.
It is familiar and new.
I love the immersion in
civilization, want more,
Like a tantalizing spice.
the faces reach into me,
dancing in soundspace.
The time
fused with sound,
are sufficient
in the faces of the men,
but in the woman's face
a permission remains.
Some people are naturally born
to grief losses in different ways
mourn friendships remember
the past in great detail and hold
onto them as if the reality of
yesterday is now today
People naturally evolve onto
their own growing
maturing
rectifying past mistakes
and becoming better people
others stay stuck in old
patterns of being.
Do not grieve the time
We could not be together,
For the old, maturing wine
Won't mourn its loss of fruit
Do not grieve the places
We could have known together,
For budding flowers aren't as fragrant
As when they're in full bloom
Do not grieve the days
We could not spend together,
For we will cherish all the more,
The many years to come.