Best Grownup Poems

1)   Find a broom, then go to your room, and give it a good sweep.
 2)   Lie on the couch, when...

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You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.

An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was...

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There’s a sense in which all life is scum on this earth
(without God as creator), life here (more debris
that just floats on the surface of...

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By thirteen I was quite tall—
Five-foot seven—friends were small
Always tallest in my class
On school lines—was always last.

Friends were shorter, more petite
Always looked to size-up feet
Compare...

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I marvel at the tears of stars
that loudly blush as they pass Mars

Toward earth they fall in streams of dust
on cosmic winds that swirl and...

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Last night I dreamt you saw me
Really saw me for the first time
Not who you thought I should be
But the real me

I danced in front...

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Revisiting our ancestral farmhouse
I feel this certain tinge of aloneness,
Which smudges the lively remembrances
About a big clan huddled together
Under narra trees, each Sunday…a frolic kindled
By...

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Through the schoolyard running as shadows grow long
and the late day sun feeling warm and strong

I'm loving this vision that I am seeing
of children at...

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She squats and points,
her little face is all aglow.
Her smile is wide
She’s grinning ear to ear, you know.
She’s very pleased
at the discovery she’s made.
The little...

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I was in the middle of creating when I realized how gloomy everything was turning. I was placing mean words on the paper. I had...

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Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned...

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In my chair, atop an old phone book,
I sat as proud as can be.
My first time at the grownup table,
surrounded by company.

I lifted the edge...

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Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs...

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Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking...

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In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door
And she's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes;
The comedy of errors that...

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