Adult Poems - Poems about Adult

Embryonic Stage So comfy and warm Not feeling a hint of harm Oh, what’s happening Birth Good grief, it’s so cold O’er and o’er again was told “Beautiful baby” Child Age Play sports, make good grades Life’s full of adventure days Hates vegetables Teen Years It’s an awkward age Parents struggle through this stage Just stay sane through it Young Adult Years Leaving home first time Into unknown, a steep...

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Some days are Mondays But most of them were Fridays- And then Saturday ...

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complicated book hibernated, with its bear on loose, checking in mundane existence both selfish - different ways two hearts not yet one the world divided N.I.C.E is not - it is evil science’s talking head book makes my head spin not my usual genre just keep turning page satisfying end this trilogy on steroids hence, skipped the first two and not on purpose but the story holds its own adult fairy tale ...

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Adult crimes 1.It's fifteen past midnight, and I'm still thinking About everything that led me to purging My success is a far cry, and my stomach aching Whoever told me growing up would solve my problems shouldn't be living. 2.Nothing has changed; I just changed the crowd. My friends are in the past, and traitors remain in my presence. I...

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What is there to say now What is left to be said Has it not all been expressed Let’s refrain from speaking further words Discussion can turn into argument So let’s just walk away agreeing to disagree We do not have to agree to be friends I respect all your views You are my closest friend Yet we don’t always agree But that doesn’t...

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A smart sore, in time your threshold increased. Deadly in missionary. His invitation extends when unafraid. Let loose, upon firm and voluptuous gifts these women sit. A cushion secured, made from just cheek and some meat. Expletives in-between. A gander so golden my eyes are still rolling. Holy Roller. Into that wagon she has been towing. Ocean Royal, can't stop, won't stop when I've gone non-stop. Insider witness, all reports confirm...

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What would I tell my 19-year-old self? At nineteen, standing at the cliff's edge, News hit me hard, a storm in my head. Reached out for a lifeline, asked, "Which way to tread?" They said, "Return to your roots, keep it simple, don't dread." Reflecting back on those days of rain, Didn't know the dance, the length of pain’s reign. Empty pockets,...

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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...

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I stood at the threshold Of a promising life, Ready to step out bold, Face challenges and strife. I wanted to soar, Like an eagle in the sky. Eager to conquer more, To reach really high. One fateful day I awoke, To a painful, swollen knee, In one terrible stroke, It changed what I was to be. Multiple hospital trips, And neverending tests. Our hearts...

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UNFINISHED NOVEL by Matthew Tripley Once, an author I tried to be... Dazed In The Life was my story. Movies and music - central themes Plotting characters and their schemes. Surrounding the shootings of breeze, Misbehaviour and murder sprees. Put together in their fusion... Somewhat coming to conclusion. Summary, I will try to tell If my memory serves me well. Nebula and Desdemona... Teenage girls, twirlers by stoner. The...

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Beneath midnight’s vexing veil, insidious shadows creep. A tormented mind weaves its tale, where solitude and loneliness weep. A soul surrounded by a storm of woe, death’s relentless call, Lost and all alone, he drifts through labyrinthine halls. The mirror’s ghastly gaze, reflects a loathsome face. Each etched...

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Children who played so boundlessly Out in the dew-fresh meadows When the summer sun bathed life in chaos And their hearts yearned so endlessly Adults who sought so endlessly In their fathers' glass houses When night lights mirrored death in the frame And their souls glimpsed so heartlessly...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me. Instead, I am greeted by vacant gazes and uncanny grins, a chilling, mimicry of innocence that belies the sinister, nascent awareness that has...

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The Biblical book of Genesis poetically recounts the undetermined time of creation as happening in a week of seven days. As I look back upon life, which has gone by so quickly, it seems that eighty-six plus years have been accomplished in a week of years, i.e., a long life in earth terms, yet...

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I have grown up with my mother’s hatred and my father’s disgust. I have grown up In the shadow of my brother Who couldn’t be anything but perfect. I have grown up like a stray I have grown up I have survived. I have grown up I am alive. Broken, bleeding and hurt I have grown up. Against all odds I have...

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