Best Grow Poems

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you...

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(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)

Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.

The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of...

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Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.

The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene, she twirls a lock...

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How could you get old, Daddy?
That's not supposed to happen
I'm your little girl
I can't see the stooped shoulders
I can't see the ravages of time, Daddy
Please don't get old

You were larger than life to me
Your word was gospel truth
I'd sit on your lap and fall to...

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Dawn peeks over the hill and I.
The lemon lights stretch the shadows.
The beasts and wee birds grumble and fly,
each seeking food, and so do I.
My stomach growls at cocks reply
the cows in the pasture all low.
We sit with tea just he and  I
watching the...

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A dream can grow in the darkest places,
even when others lay shattered and dead,
no matter how long and twisted the roots,
dreams can still grow when tears are shed.

It will flower out of the muddy ground,
no matter how impossible it may seem,
and vine and wind around...

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Of this, I've always wanted to write
   How hard it is to grow up white
The very idea makes people uptight
   Enough to cause a gigantic fight...

In this, the age of the diverse
   There isn't much that could be worse
White...

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Cold the winter's sun, in haze enveloped
   Ice crystal's daggers atop the glistening snow
Still his once-beating heart, portals shuttered
   Stopped his proud shoulders, in the face of the storm

Ice crystal's daggers atop the glistening snow
   Trudged he onward, relentless,...

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Kindness does not cost a single penny,
but with kind deeds you can touch so many;
sometimes all that's needed is to say hello,
and that will make a sad persons soul glow.

Perhaps a gesture offered to the poor,
to old people, the young, the sick and more;
the...

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Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
Like sentinels -stone-fixed to the ground.
The wind like a shroud wraps around them,
Enshrining each space where they're found.

Stone guardians stand at attention,
Into the distance -row after row.
O' mourn those hallowed internments,
Where our heroes are resting below.

Rows and rows...

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Breathless beauty shine bright tonight

 my loving arms will hold you tight

no wind, no storm, no evil tide

will whisk you away from my side

I'll fly you to a land where eagles soar 

where mountains climb from the shore

guide you to a meadow where nature plays

where...

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Allow yourself  to live
Worries only keep you busy
Thinking
With a fear of an unknown
Wasting precious time away 
To grief
That don't help spiritual growth 
As is also a path of life 
A rare truth 

Allow yourself to grow 
You can't grow with out yourself 
So you...

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"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends!
Lying here, I watch you sleeping,
I sure hope that this will not be a trend
'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping

Since Mommy told me you would be coming
I've been waiting for a very long time
Now each...

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The man I dream of,
is tender but strong,
and I will be the music,
to the words of his song.

His eyes will give comfort,
as I talk of my day,
and I will listen completely,
to all he will say.

A hand to hold,
a heart of gold,
together,
as we grow old....

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When I was a little kid
I used to wonder what the world would be like,
I never counted the possibility
That I would see a head on a spike.

As I looked at the world 
I saw an array of opportunities,
But I disregarded the possibility
That it could be...

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