Best Grown Up Poems


Premium Member Fingerrints On Our Screen

Over the weekend our two youngest grandchildren came to our house to stay
(the two older ones no longer live at home and their parents were away).

We laughed, we ate, we walked, we danced
they played on our computer in between
and we noticed, after we returned them home,
they’d left their fingerprints on its screen.

And when we saw their fingerprints we sighed
thinking how the moments they now stay with us are few…
how they’ve grown up so quickly…
Wasn’t it only yesterday when they were 2?

With the two older grandchildren off at college
and the the two youngest growing fast
we try our best, when we get together,
to make each moment last…

Their lives now take them in different directions 
to different places…new routines
and we wait patiently with net in hand…
to capture moments in between…

Which is why we have decided to preserve 
this latest moment in between…
to make it last a little longer…
and keep their fingerprints on our screen.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Your Grown-Up Mood

The sky's slate gray
   It's rained all day
Though children can't go out
   They don't sit around and pout

Kids paint, they draw
   They learn to cook
Curl up with their favorite book

So, if ever rain dampens your grown-up mood
   Activate the child in you ~ Don't sit and brood
Form: Rhyme

Grown Up

She's getting ready
  Prom night finally is here 
orchid pinned on dress
  Nervous anticipation
Attempting to be grown up
Form: Tanka


To My Grown Up Son

My hands were busy through the day I didn't have much time to play the little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes and your hair, then I'd sew and cook with a care, but when you'd bring your picture book to share the fun look in your eyes as I dare say a little later son. I'd tuck you into your warm bed all safe and sound. I would read you a bed time story and then gently stroke my hand across your head slowly, I'd sit there beside you listening to your heart beating while you sleep then I'd turn out your light and whisper in your ear I love you good night my son. For life is short and the years rush past us, and my little boy grows up so fast. So all the picture books are put away and there are no longer games to play, and no more good night kisses. My hands once busy, but now are still, the days are long and hard to fill without you it's lonely in heart but another day will pass that I wish the little things you asked me to I should of done, I'm sorry I love you my son.
© Julie Mc  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Almost Grown-Up: But Not Quite

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
I wonder if this will be like
The time-

I am sixteen years old;
It's cold outside but
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off-
He asks me if I want
To have sex...
When I say no, he tells me
It's okay- but his hands 
Move to my body-
I still don't say yes,
But after a while,
He doesn't want to
See me as much anymore,
And I guess some other girl
Finally told him what 
He wanted to hear
Because it turns out that
He's been cheating on me...

Then I am fifteen years old,
Being asked my age
And receiving disappointment
From the hands of the  
Asker- always male-
Because my answer is
Three years less than
What he's asking for-

I am fourteen years old
And I stay home because
I have decided that
Boys are not worth
My time;
Not since-

I am thirteen years old,
And the same boy 
That kissed me first time
Asks me to have sex.
We break up after
I say no.

I am twelve years old
And my first boyfriend
Kisses me for the first time
On my birthday...
He tells me that he will
Love me forever.

I am eleven years old
And sometimes I wish
I had a boyfriend.

I am ten years old-
Sometimes I wish
I was a grown-up.

I am nine years old-

I am eight years old-

I am seven years old
And playing with Barbies;
Barbie is on top of Ken
Because that's what
Grown-ups do
On television...

I am six years old-

I am five years old-
I throw a fit because 
I am informed that
I will have to grow up
One day...

I am four years old
And Mommy and Daddy
No longer sleep in the
Same bed, now don't live
In the same house;
They explain to me and 
The other kids that they
Are never getting back
Together, but it's not
Because they don't 
Love us, they just
Have grown-up
Problems-

I am three years old-
When I have nightmares,
I crawl into bed
With Mommy and Daddy...
I don't know why they
Share a bed, but I guess
It's because they always
Want to be together-

I am two years old-

I am one year old- 

I am a summer baby
Because my parents 
Made me on Christmas, 
And that's way more 
Than a sixteen-year-old
Needs to hear...

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
He says okay...
It doesn't matter.
His hands move to
My face.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Difference In Children's Toys and Grown Up Toys

Little Boy's Toys Cost Less

Toy truck
Horse bucks

Grown Men Toys Cost More

Jaguar 
Their Car

Women's Toys Essential To Keeping House

Wire wisk
Eggs whisk

Little Girls' Dream Toys

Bride doll
Dyed shawl

Worn Out  Someday Will End

Trash bin
All send
Form: Footle


Premium Member I'Ve Never Grown Up

I. Lyric Written in 1958 at Age Eight
Sung with Friends on the Schoolyard 
to the tune of "Curiosity Killed the Cat" 
from Peeping Penguins (1937)

There's poopoo on the ground
There's poopoo on the ground
Looks like it, smells like, tastes like it too
Put your foot in it and it sticks like glue
There's poopoo on the ground.


 II. Lyric Written in 2018 
Sung While Walking the Dogs 
to the tune of "Smile a Little Smile for Me"
by The Flying Machine

Poop a little pile for me
Rose Marie, you must keep on pooping
Poop a little pile for me
Rose Marie, my baby.
Form: Lyric

All Grown Up

See,
Then listen.
Absorb,
Then feel.
Process,
Then speak.
Assessments of life,
With maturity at it's peek.
© Kib G  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Days of Youth

Youth is a wonderland of joy and bliss
Filled with vibrancy, picture-perfect days.
Roses, blue skies, love's first trembling kiss
Winding hesitantly toward grown-up ways.

Time is a prankster that plays with our will
Enchants us to think golden days will last
Twists our psyches, sings the same tune until
we believe its message: Youth will not pass.

I laugh now, thinking of those carefree days.
we couldn't see hours slipping from time
instead, we thought nothing could bar our ways
No thought of mountains we might have to climb.

The hours and days and years hurry by
While we ponder days we'd like to amend.
We'd like time back to again give a try
reading to children with time for a friend.

Enjoy youth's energetic brief bright span
Fitting joy and heartache into each mile.
Capture youth's radiance into life's plan
then wish youth fondest farewell with a smile.

December 1, 2021
"Y" Contest ~ Youth
Sponsored by Constance La France
3rd place
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Grown Up

If you look me in the eyes what would you see?
Would you see me for what I have come to be?
Would you see the pain that I try so hard to hide?
Or do you think the way I have always acted and felt was a lie?

I try my best to live in the present and move on,
But people find it difficult to deal with me now that my patience is gone.
Do not give me your worries. I have plenty of my own.
I need to deal with my life now that I'm grown.
I'm sorry for the things I have done to offend anyone.
Better late than never even though what's done is done.

I know my stay on Earth is not guaranteed to be long.
God take away my pain and help me to remain strong.
Keep me from wrong and hide me from shame.
Let no one judge me as I will do the same.
I'm trying hard to change. Please stay right by my side
To help me when in need and to be my guide.
Form:

Premium Member Grown Up Miss Muffet

Grown Miss Muffet put “tuffet” on display
family quickly denounced her as a stray
       Muffet found bike rider
       who called himself Spider
 and, after curds, he and she sped a-whey

May 12, 2023
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

I, a Grown Up

This is me grown up
How hard could that be? 
This is me 18 years later
Aren't I supposed to be free? 

This is me grown up
Is this not how you raised me? 
A character, an independent 
Is it too much? I'm sorry 

This is me grown up
Still doing things you would want me to 
Should I stop now? 
I don't think you'd ever want me to

This is me grown up 
Distorted and confused 
But you never know that 
I intend you'd never have to 

This is me grown up 
Life beating me up 
Sometimes you help me,  sometimes you don't
Maybe sometimes you should stop

This is me grown up 
Now built in with imperfections 
Do you still see your child? 
I wish you'd try to read my emotions 

This is me grown up
Not getting any younger 
But I feel you want me acting older
I hope you do not forget you've raised an actor

t. h.

Premium Member I'Ve Never Grown Up

as a child the crescent moon would visit me at my bedroom window
his face lit up by his captivating smile we would talk hours in a row

i would skateboard on his crest for quite a time in the lull of the night 
in the refreshing glow of the suns residue and on the full of his light 

then always with a wink we would say our goodbyes
then always a slow vanish before the sun rise
Form: Couplet

Grown-Up Now

Mountain climber (faith)
Adaptable
Timely
Under good stress
Resourceful
Energized!
Form: Acrostic

Shes All Grown Up Now

Shes all grown up now. She doesn't need us to brush her teeth or comb her hair. She says bye mom and dad when she leaves the house but she doesnt ask for a kiss on her way out. Shes got a group of friends who wether we like them or not its her choice not ours cause shes all grown up now 
  Back in the day she and I had bubble fights in the tub. Id fix her hot soup when she was sick. Id play jenga and always let her win. Now she knows the trick and says mom this time ill beat you fair and square. She never does and so we laugh just because. Days like this are few and she has a boyfriend now and one day shell be married. just as well shell always be my little girl even though shes all grown up now

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