Maturity Poems
Poems about Age, Aging, and Getting Old
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination...
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
......
The shepherd
by Ken Ripley
Once I did not think
I needed any shepherd.
Someone else to guide me
And take me in directions
I might not want to go.
I did not make the link
Between life and the absurd,
Attempting to stay free
And avoiding all reflections
......
The Wise Man
by Ken Ripley
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he gaze at the stars or ponder the earth,
Reflect upon laughter and study our mirth?
Does he listen to sadness and notice our tears?
Does he grow wise with age, or age with the years?
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he seek to examine man’s rise from the clay,
Subject to inquiry the workings of day?
Is he familiar with science, attendant on art,
......
Fatherless Father Figure (30-12-2018)
by Hendrico Valentijn
You share your words, I cup my ears.
You shed your shell, I catch your tears.
When life goes awry, wisdom gives bliss.
I hold your face, forehead graced with kiss.
My words are calm, warm, and tranquil.
I'm gentle, understanding; tell me how you feel.
You're unburdened, cumbersome no more.
......
Stone
by Ken Ripley
We like to carve our truths in stone
Intending them to stay unchanged
As monuments to our belief.
But just as stone can wear away
By wind or water over time,
So all the pressures of the day
Are to those monuments a thief,
And turn all verities to crime.
The Ride
by John Stetson
Poetic and not lyrical, that's the circle of life and it's not spherical
Round and round and round it goes but the stop is one that no one knows
It's up and down and in and out, self confidence tinged with self doubt
It's fallin' in and fallin' out, line up to see what it's all about
Just to find it's not empirical
Now when I set out to plot life's course, I bet on ev'ry pretty horse
And, of course, they bucked and bridled
Til I found the seat of knowledge, intolerance and college
Was where I could not find it with both hands
......
Icing
by Ken Ripley
The love of life to man is like
The icing on a cake —
Its inside may be beautiful,
But icing’s all he’ll take.
The Wise Man
by Ken Ripley
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he gaze at the stars or ponder the earth,
Reflect upon laughter and study our mirth?
Does he listen to sadness and notice our tears?
Does he grow wise with age, or age with the years?
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he seek to examine man’s rise from the clay,
Subject to inquiry the workings of day?
Is he familiar with science, attendant on art,
......
Stone
by Ken Ripley
We like to carve our truths in stone
Intending them to stay unchanged
As monuments to our belief.
But just as stone can wear away
By wind or water over time,
So all the pressures of the day
Are to those monuments a thief,
And turn all verities to crime.
The shepherd
by Ken Ripley
Once I did not think
I needed any shepherd.
Someone else to guide me
And take me in directions
I might not want to go.
I did not make the link
Between life and the absurd,
Attempting to stay free
And avoiding all reflections
......
