Grew Poems - Poems about Grew

“what hurt the most?”, he asked. Struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to resurface I replied, “I’m not sure but, maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t hurt as much as I did, You were not the one churning through each of our memories late at night and wondering where it all went wrong, you were...

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When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my grandfather. But he wasn’t short either. He had a habit of biting his cuticles that I inherited and would be...

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I look at the wall I see nothing I hear whispers Yet there is silence My Faith grows weak Belief I don’t seek Wondering if God even cares Is it worth to pray? Waiting and waiting with no change If, when and how are not communicating Tears pour The heart turns sour Beyond seems still No movement to fulfill Weary goes on and on But for how long? Stubbornness comes on My...

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I watch everything goes up in flame and there was nothing I could do to shut out the pain the evening and the morning become one and the fire spread out all over the land and I watch the house that I grew up in burn. The house I grew up in once stood firm on...

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every plant in her garden grew curiously irregularly wild developing vines and blossoms unseen on other plants some of her plants looked like hybrids, for no good reason We asked about her green thumb and she laughed I love my garden, she said, my plants know it I give them leeway, and space to do what they want They love it...

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Mom, I am stressed. (On weekends I wake up at 12'o'clock) Mom, I am stressed. (Warm food is always awaiting) Mom, I am stressed. (You and dad haven't locked my phone) Mom, I am stressed. (The TV is always on) Mom, I am stressed. (You let me experience with my friends) Mom, I am stressed. (At christmas our whole family awaits behind the christmas tree) Mom, I...

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Your heart remains in the same place where its memories belong to.- quote by author Small, close and warm neighborhood. Only a few children inventing toys to play with or games to play at. Old stone houses on muddy roads, surrounded by bustling farms and a beautiful, wild nature. Days of happiness that enriched my past and enlarged...

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In the tumult of rays and shadows, I was born and grew, Upon the altar of existence, self-sacrifices I laid to burn, to sanctify the past, "But how do you soothe this fragrance of pain?" with wide-open eyes they asked, And the answer flowed, a river of healing beneath stars curiously scrutinized. "Not all that hurts must be stirred,...

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I grew a hat it's a part of me a little piece of inside when I'm out, in a head tilt, a shutter peak, hiding like mountains under snow, tree canopies in desperate corners of a ceramic world I wonder if clouds sigh when another enters the blue; it's why I prefer nights the daddy of all hats...

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....BLACK HELICOPTERS NEVER FLEW. (except in crazy theories) ...

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I was a fashionable horticulturist, for elegant flowers keep eternally in style, Like the saffron sun, coming and going, always causing dark skies to smile. Plants were a jade preoccupation, long before glad days of my rosy career, Filled with such mystery and magic, bringing rare surprises year after year. My fascinated friends adored my garden, at the corner...

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If ideas grew wild like weeds We'd curse each one that impedes So, I vow to refrain as if 'tis decreed No more wild ideas shall I seed...

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I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold Overwhelmed with fear, l fell to somberly weeping Wisps of silver moonlight crossed the sky, sweeping It was a pale light in darkness; my hopes were felled On...

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“The moon’s vision of humanity Was something that it once desired Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back Clish, clash, it wavered It’s fluorescence gestured odiously Enraging it’s radiance with envy Woosh, clasps, oceans...

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You have to come see for yourself! The hoe said to the rake. The rake yawned, uninterested. The hoe was always riling people up for no reason. Seriously! The hoe said. You must come see what the garden grew. The rake knew what the garden grew. He had seen the carrots, radishes, and green beans. He had seen the marigolds, lilies,...

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