Growing Up Daughter Poems | Examples
These Growing Up Daughter poems are examples of poetry about Growing Up Daughter. These are the best examples of Daughter Growing Up poems written by international poets.
When the sun bloomed
And the bougainvillea blossomed
And her cheeks unfurled
Into a long smile
At sunset,
I had her in my arms;
I knew her.
When the whales sprayed silhouettes,
And the fishermen made their bets;
Porpoise stitched the sea
Into a sunset dress
For her to wear at the dance
That night after we argued
About strangers.
(And please don’t talk to them
And don’t drink
And don’t dally about
And don’t be someone else
I don’t know.)
Don’t be a stranger
When you come home
when the sun rises,
Blooming.
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A Mother Watches Her Daughter Stretch Her Wings
There was no stopping my daughter's quest
Like a baby blue jay leaving the nest
She would take to the neighbors with a zest
With play in her eyes, she would meet her guest
A cat, dog, and garden laying at rest
My little one reached in her Sunday best
As the trio looked on with warm jest
Gently she met her hosts without protest
As she brought water jugs filled to the crest
The water cure left the trio blessed
And for my daughter, she grew from this test
Tears filled my eyes as her flight was all dressed
A lovely family outing
on an apple orchard roam
It's not a place for shouting
or for staring at one's phone
The autumn breeze is blowing
and the scenery, divine
if one more text, I'm going
to just make her iPhone mine
If dearest, darling daughter
cannot put her cell away
then into the river water
it may take a dip today
My warnings are not sticking
one more selfie, we might grapple
and with all this Apple Pic’ng
she’s not picked a single apple!
"Kansas, she says, is the name of the star"
as for my mom's place, it was Mira Mar :)
"When she fell out of Kansas, a miracle occurred"
after we moved, my grandma's house remodel deferred
He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.
A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.
Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.
Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!
A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.
At the park where they can be themselves
Where little's imagine and frolic like elves
On swings and slides, their happiness delves
Later in life lasting memories of ourselves
Why does Mom shut her door
What is she trying to hide…
Doesn’t Mom have a right to privacy
She’s not making her daughter cry
Hannah Rayburn*
shared virtues she did learn
blest in her growing-up endeavor
inspired by Dad, a Holocaust survivor.
Emma 'Grace' McKee
showed values of spirited glee
along joyously functional friendship**
midst socialite Mom’s absentee-partnership.
*Hannah and Grace are the main characters in “State of Grace” which is an American comedy-drama series that ran for two seasons on the Fox Family Channel later ABC Family during 2001 and 2002.
** Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times…
October 28, 2021
1st place, "A STRAND (1066)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/5/2022.
Pity the poor orphan
born to wealth obscene
Given over to a nanny
until she is a teen
Her every last wish granted
all except that special one
to spend an hour with mom and dad
under God's darkling sun
Behind the center stage,
beyond vision's focus,
blurry, peripheral
beauty goes unnoticed,
blue as comfort's skyline
before the color blind...
(brokenhearted lover)
5-12-2021
A plieades
Growing up in Chicago was
quite an ethnic experience.
People always asked me,
"What are you?"
Such silly, old, decadence!
My Mother had no time for
such foolishness.
She told me the answer was
AMERICAN, and stop playing
ethnicity boorishness.
Mother was way ahead of her
time.
She knew character and personal
accomplishment was what made
us, indeed, both gleam and chime.
It's pathetic to see what is going
on in this current generation.
When only sex and color, push for
more degrees for humanity's sad
separation.
3/15/2021
~1~
Jennifer
Genuine, artistic and talented genius
Daughter of Dennis and Shirley
Lover of creativity, globetrotting and big dreams
Who feels the world is her oyster
Who fears breaking promises and not making deadlines
Who would like to see the end of poverty on earth
Resident of metropolitan Montreal, Canada
Wicks
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
My precious daughter I wish for you,
All of your dreams to come true.
You're all grown up, too soon I'd say,
Protect my child is what I pray.
You've spread your wings and begun to fly,
I just can't help it, I begin to cry.
Please remember my hope for your future,
And of the things that you must nurture.
Always remember the things I have taught
I am sure they will help you believe it or not.
Every day you'll experience something new,
You'll understand what I've said is true.
Although you're like sand changed to a pearl,
Forever you will be ,"My Little Girl".
We watched, so close, our daughter grow,
to see what she might see,
beauty bursting all around
wherever she may be.
We watched her see a rainbow
grace the face of evening skies.
We watched her hold a kitten close
and chase the butterflies.
We watched her at the ocean
gather sand and shell and foam.
We watched her run from out the woods
with outstretched arms for home.
We watched her gather leaves in fall
and play in winter snow.
We watched her, more with heart than eyes,
more times than she may know.
So proud her mum and I both stood
and watched her grow to womanhood.
Of all the beauty we may see
between the earth and skies;
there is no sight more beautiful
than in our daughter’s eyes.
"Pretty LITTLE... :(
"Cactus' flower after they become grown ups!"
Her sweet fifth grade face is dour, peering at the plant she cups
She asks me, at twelve, if she'll be pretty.
"Little cactus flower," I say, "you'll be a sight to see!" She
grows more lovely by the hour
Teenage princess in her tower, sunlight floods the room for her
pretty little cactus flower.
Buds now bloom, where needles were
Prom night, pausing on the stairs,
she has no idea her power
Fair as the corsage she wears,
pretty little Cactus Flower...