Best Mature Poems

the indelible scent of ecstasy filled their auras
with the fragrance of lovemaking spent and
aroused passion anxious to be tasted then
devoured…skin forged on skin…a magical collaboration
of need satisfying need…moments when love
takes you far beyond reality…no limits…
no borders…nothing refused… your physical surrender
a mere formality as flesh seeks...

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Thrills of ardent aster in Fall bloom,

   whispers and lips in butterfly tease -

     stoking hearth’s heat in surrendered swoon 

harvesting lust.. with vanilla ease.


Susan Ashley
October 9, 2020


~ Second Place ~
Original poem “Beauty Of Day’s Harvest” - September 28,...

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Swirling words from an infinite field,
caught and thought in a moment of time.
Knowing not their future or their yield,
their full potential may be sublime.

Allow yourself a time to reflect,
give your thoughts the freedom to expand.
It won’t take long for them to connect,
piece them together the...

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Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and...

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My dress unzipped, it falls with ease
and puddles at my feet,
Without a word I'm on my knees
I'm shivering, despite the heat
A magnetism will unfurl
Pulsing between our skin,
I know I've been a naughty girl
I await a fitting discipline

Your hand, it fists around my hair
My head pulled...

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Come in.  Have a seat.  Come listen to my story.  It's a bit upbeat.  I cut and styled 
hair for several years and some of the things that happened will make you laugh so hard, it'll 
bring you to tears. ...

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The lazy river wasn’t so lazy
In fact, you might say, it drove us crazy
What’s with the waterfalls and toddlers screaming?
I looked at my partner; she wasn’t beaming

Thunder Rapids left us doomed in darkness
Why did we think this ride would be harmless?
Two eight-foot drops suspended us...

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Within the silence that's witching hour
And the sweet smile of....dawns crack
Two very giggly bunnies
Lacking inhibitions
Stole within the moon
And stars....To roll within a sack

Birthday suits
Within cahoots
Not a carrot to hide said pride
Beneath one itchy blanket
Creeping side by side

Both had fluffy heads
And very fuzzy tails
They giggled down...

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A young lad masquerading as an old geezer
Looking for a lady who owns a mature beaver
One with mucho bucks
Still able to cluck
And willing to take pity on a geezer still eager...

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This is one of my best poems I have written and has been acknowledged alot!! Hope you like it and please do comment :)

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTHS OF LIFE
I WANT TO THINK THAT THERE IS NOTHING KNOWN AS A FIGHT
I DON’T WANT...

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The life of mature minds
is aid to all silly clowns
adorn life and silently binds
and blooms each face and efface each frown.

The bluster of emotions, floods down
the mind and sheer delight glistens
on lips, and insipid nature drown
in delight, and to each incertitude silently listens

The drops of...

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It had partially dried to the table, crimson, sticky, and coagulated, and not wanting to let go of the sloppily scrawled letter. It drooped in his hands: 
 
I finished the f-----g dishes you were B----ing about you dirt bag
..don’t worry about the mess outside
LEAVE...

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When I am searching for a healthy leader,
a wise teacher,
a mature mentor,
I look for someone who knows from experience
when a family member dies
a cherished part of her or himself
also is lifetime lost.

I look more for someone
who at least might feel,
even for a short moment,
that s/he...

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My dress unzipped, it falls with ease
and puddles at my feet,
Without a word I'm on my knees
I'm shivering, despite the heat
A magnetism will unfurl
Pulsing between our skin,
I know I've been a naughty girl
I await a fitting discipline

Your hand, it fists around my hair
My head pulled...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.

Look up there, it’s a swimming whale,
‘Twill quickly change with the next gale.
It seems so strange to change so much,
It makes it hard to...

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