Grown Poems - Poems about Grown

...Looking at My Hands By - Roger White Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks. Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs. I lament where my hands hav......Read the rest...

...Standing on the edge, feeling the pull of the unknown, The abyss below me, a fear that has grown. Should I take the leap into the depths below, Or step away from the edge, where the fear won't sho......Read the rest...

... I stand in quiet anticipation of the sleeping lion within me, questioning the moment He shall rise again Though fang and claw have grown dull in slumber I am peacefully assured my spirit rem......Read the rest...

... Ink flows like tears, a cathartic stream As emotions swirl, a maelstrom's dream Poetry's solace, a refuge I've found Where heart and mind entwine, a healing ground Through verse, I've learn......Read the rest...

... Some discover the joy of chocolate in fall. Maybe, Motther, got it for us at the mall. Later, we were then abl......Read the rest...

...Are you tired of me Be patient, I have grown up Child, no more I see.......Read the rest...

...Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons; Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions. Jack was a little small for his age,......Read the rest...

...Repeating lies That’s juvenile Behaviour from the soul Be assured The smiles formerly the goal Evil eyes obscured Expect excuses but the reality’s my own While the fire grows afar let’s......Read the rest...

...Today the world is a place far unknown. It’s not like it was before we were grown. Now it’s all about power and control, Our empathy has faded and our hearts drew cold. We’re now consumed by gree......Read the rest...

...We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, w......Read the rest...

...If only you knew the feel of a zephyr, With its current swooping around hillsides Ruffling the spruce trees everywhere, Or descend downwards towards verdant vales Where flowers bloom all through ......Read the rest...

...of Knowing Thee …Of Thee holding peace…Glory overlying, fine/ quite sheer radiance overall/ dimensional The Omnipotence of Thee Most Holy I-AM… nonperiel — infinite — intimate......Read the rest...

...If only you knew how my heart skips a beat The moment you walk through the door If only you knew how I watch you sleep And I'll do it a thousand times more If only you knew how the air leaves m......Read the rest...

...Born alone, die alone, time is so, I don't know Slow than fast, blowing past, grown attached, to life alone Idle time, The devil's ground, mess around, and find a zone A mile wide, and getting ou......Read the rest...

...All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce Delusion In youthful......Read the rest...