Best Grown Up Poems
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.
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
She's getting ready
Prom night finally is here
orchid pinned on dress
Nervous anticipation
Attempting to be grown up
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.
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.
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
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.
See,
Then listen.
Absorb,
Then feel.
Process,
Then speak.
Assessments of life,
With maturity at it's peek.
Form:
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
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:
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
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.
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
Mountain climber (faith)
Adaptable
Timely
Under good stress
Resourceful
Energized!
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