#mature poems on Hello Poetry

Jeffrey Pua Jul 2016

Vinyl

When you make love to me, you unbutton
     The black jeans of the universe,
You discover worlds, paths, stars,
Dwarves and giants, the viciousness
     Of a blackhole, a machine,
          Swallowing everything.
Yes, you make love to me,
As though to pour milk on the full moon,
     You turn q into d, my love,
          A crochet to a demisemiquaver,
And you make rhapsodies and raptures,
     And records, as I make them envy,
          All the suns.*

© 2016 J.S.P.

Draft.

#love #life #writersblock #thoughts #sensual #imagery #experimental #freeverse #minimalist #mature

axr Jul 2016

happy place

wind blows through the flowers,
her eyes follow the clouds
she's been telling me about her childhood,
telling me about her exes and foes
squealing with joy when a memory comes to her mind.
she's been planting kisses down my jawline,
been tugging at my hair,
teasing the bulge in my pants,
biting my lip when we're kissing
she's my happy place
and she's drives me insane

#love #kiss #girl #happy #flowers #nature #relationship #*** #mature

Brandon Amberger Jun 2016

Without the Shadows

See Me Without the Shadows
Judge me on my worst lows
When I had my worst day
When I went astray
Now knowing all these things
Would you be ok if I became of one the kings?
I would assume probably not
You’d think our society would rot
You fear I would do it all again
And I understand because of the pain
But what about the good
If I were to blossom into adulthood
The possibility of redemption
Would I have the right of exemption?
Do you believe that people can change
If my mind would mix up and rearrange
If I would mature and be just
I’d have to work my *** off for your trust
I’ve realized that everyone wants joy
So here, right now I’m no boy
Now I’m a mature young man
Who has one hell of a plan

#change #forgiveness #redemption #leadership #mistakes #mature #boytoman

Leila Valencia Jun 2016

Blue Bird

Blue birds peck away
The bark coils by the forest bay
In its hidden gems, a lost trail

A girl tip toeing around the bay
It's green and black, mucky, sticky
A havoc from step one
The trail.... Crumbled...

Face it, rather she stood by the blue bird
Ticking, picking... Much to much, Somewhat a spinning top The mind plays.
It's stays in haze, distant.....

After much to long, waits she does
For the sun to spray her morning message clear.
Her mind doesn't have to spin anymore - if they tell her what to say

Autum isn't waiting, debating - much to long
She strays her mind.
To whom to confine in the mines of breaking branches

The blistering wind pushes her body, pushes it in the forest bay trail

Now winter comes,
The forest leaves
Conceive the cold feeling, of barren trees
The emptiness sits around, within

The coldness feelings may it never leave

Not making decisions and hiding them. Waiting to make real decisions. Not making them quicker can have consequences

#love #metaphor #sad #life #dark #old #live #forest #mature

Mikayla S Lewis Apr 2016

Improvement

In sullen stride of affirmation,
I felt no dream of destination;
But in drowning deceit of sick starvation,
I sighed in hopes of constellations.
In worlds between of deprivation,
I surrendered my frame to degradation.
Out of full eyed, absent minded generations
Came my continuous reformation.

#love #sad #hate #future #happy #past #grow #learn #mature #improve

NARMONSEA Mar 2016

Loud Silence.

Hear the pull of the trigger,
A silent shot.
Though you hear nothing, the damage is done:
The bleeding of your life,
The melting of scenery.
Your surroundings go numb,

I've filled the void with chaos.

You knew the bullet was in,
You knew I was there.
You never pulled the trigger but
Life is unfair.

Life will shoot me, and
I'll be gone.

Walk the lands with me begone,
For you can learn how to live
As I was.

How to live,
With everyone entering and leaving your life.

#depression #alone #silence #responsibility #mature

Emily Chambers Mar 2016

Seventeen; 17

I turned seventeen today.
It's nothing special.
But I turned seventeen today,
And that's something.

There's a difference between
Seventeen and 17.
They have the same value,
But have a different meaning.

Seventeen is
Your teen years
Coming to an end
But just starting all the same

Seventeen is
Your last year as a child;
The ability to be free
With little responsibility

Seventeen is
Maturity
Adolescents
Personality

But 17 is
Just a number.
It has no real significance.
It's not special.

17 is
Just an age
That's not as important
As 18 and 21.

17 is
Small
Irrelevant
Numerical.

But I turned seventeen today
I turned 17 today
Mature.
Irrelevant.

Though this is a slightly sad poem, I actually had a very good day; I have wonderful friends and a fantastic family that made me feel very special, and I thank them for that.

#17 #birthday #mature #irrelevant #seventeen

Em Feb 2016

i am not the same

I'm not the same person I was when you left; and honestly I don't know how I feel about that.
I'm not broken, lost, or confused.
But on the other hand, I'm not at peace, whole, or content either.
I'm not the same girl who would welcome anyone with open arms.

I see the world differently now.
I see the pain... I feel the pain.
We're in a battlefield.
The confusion and sorrow are like fresh wounds to my eyes.
I see them in everyone.

You used to tell me that I lit up the world with my smile.
That however, is a talent I no longer posses.
I'm not fearless anymore.

I am not the girl who continues to see the world with unstained glasses.
The ones I wear are covered with dried tears, residue from heartbreak,
loss and love.
The way I see the world is no longer through the eyes of a 15 year old girl who heard of love but experienced it.
I'm not the same person I used to be.
I'm cautious, calculated, careful.
I realize that even now the decisions I make will last me a lifetime.
It has become real to me: this world.
It has come alive to me.

Understand, that if I could go back and be the girl you knew - the girl who loved you - I wouldn't.
She was naive and uneducated in the world. I still have so much to learn, but I hope I never again become that girl.

Written 2.12.16

I'm sorry I changed, I'm sorry I am not the best version of me.

#heartbreak #loss #change #different #motivation #naive #mature

Àŧùl Feb 2016

Lingerie

So sensuous is this piece of clothing,
Barely covering her bare essentials.
If she lets it fall to the ground,
Visible are her melons so round.
And what to say of her crevices,
Up & down both are so smooth,
Juice-filled they are the milk booth.

I have marked it as explicit.
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Lingerie is pronounced somewhat as \laundjzerie/.

My HP Poem #1023
©Atul Kaushal

#first #poem #adult #explicit #mature #round #lingerie #melons