Best Coming Of Age Poems

“Coming of age” happens twice in life
It not always at the same time
The physical change nature will bring
But, the other is in your mind

Sometimes an adult can be a child
And a child can be an adult 
The physical change is still the same
The mental, an...

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My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.

He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He...

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The second coming of age,
is like the 
softened beauty 
of the color  s a g e;
rich in mellowed warmth
graced with shades and shines of subtleties,
savvy and seasoned
with greater depth and perception.

No longer a blur of girlish green...

rather, 
the continuum of time, 
has tinkered with...

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The years have flown by,
Without me realising of all
That I have been missing out in our world
The years, with the speed of light,
Have brought me to stop wanting
To glance into my mirror,
Unable to bear the sight of my wrinkles
My saggy skin and my balding head!

Now,...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall.

I entered...

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There is music in her hands;
The graceful gestures of a different time,
Courtly manners and a black lace fan...
A hundred shaded meanings
In my daughter's eyes...
Mysterious, sibilant laughter without mystery
Without guile
Say so many things young and beautiful.

And the dance begins inside her smile
In the middle of her...

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He was 11 when his first scars began to appear
In the beginning his scars were small and not very deep
Originating at school his hazing began
This boy was bullied
He was changing and his friends didn't like it
They teased him
He was a twig and had a squeaky...

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Coming of Age

The breeze is blowing through her hair,
and like the sun she’s headed west
as apprehension fills the air.

All by herself she leaves her nest
of comfort where her dreams were curled
and sets out on an unknown quest.

A quest to find within this world
of varied visions...

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Ecstasy:
*an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.

* slang  3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine; MDMA: a powerful drug that acts as a stimulant and can produce hallucinations

Some time after midnight, a change in the noise
The bitter white pill cleaves the men from the boys
Only the...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age

I have always known you...
I have heard your 
Quiet whispers echoing in
The night coming...

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Oh that Lily, she the epitome of a  
Golden Child as I watched her
Exuding effortless grace, a liquid-silver baton—  
a Haddon Heights Garnett.  
a Blazing Comet /  
enchanting /  
popular and stunning.  

Envious, was I, her?  
a younger...

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His wise council and kind patience bolstered my resolve
to overcome my youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve.
His humanity may have saved my life. His memory I hold dear.
But whenever the name Mister James arose—
Other kids just called him q****—By Poet


It’s May of 1966.  Mr....

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Summer Place

A song crept into my soul today riding on the summer wind
Then peeked into my summer place closed for many seasons -
Windows shuttered standing on a grassy knoll
Whitewashed in the morning melody at the waters edge -
Waiting - held in time - face unchanging;
I...

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Every sound
Every breath
Every flicker
Every flutter
Every tear to come
I could unravel for you

Not one step
Or ache
Or choice
Or fear
Or desire
I wouldn’t unravel for you

The shade of your eyes, the crease of your skin as you talk yourself out of what I am talking you into is not...

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The rose bud
The soft petals
Clad between the sepals
Oblivious to daily dismals

Drops of water dribbled
Gliding soflty off the sepals
Not a single drop
Reaching the smooth petals.

Sweet Little Rose
She was protected likewise
by her beloved parents
Shielded was she of difficulties
Not a single hardship did she encounter
They were deviated vehemently
By...

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