Grow Poems - Poems about Grow

Please do not hurry to grow up, innocent days will pass like dust in winds of time both swift and sure. Bring me one more dandelion, I'll make a wish for you to stay within my heart if near or far. If your laughter I could capture, I would keep it locked in a safe and bring it out on rainy days. Innocent days...

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Some gates are closed, others are open I passed them all I lived inside The postcard views where as a postman I brought your package every night Check your emails if there’s a new Stifting a yawn you find the one In haste you almost read it through Replying with a glint of sun Meanwhile the coffee smells of morning You open up...

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As we grow, we start to green Then they go from more to mean They insist to see things we don't want seen...

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Inspiration for this poem is Ruby Tuesday by The Stones 22/6/25 1392 ___________________________________________________________ ...

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Row by row the nettles grow And circles do surround Hairy stems the prison wires And jagged leaves their barbs. Cry out, forsaken sinner Your voice shall not be heard We listen to the wind song And hark its piercing sound. Your poison nettle vapours Cling to my moistened lungs And acrid nettle juices Drip from my swollen mouth. Alone, now in death— Eden’s angel looms Sword...

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I don't know where iceberg lettuce winter squash or snow peas grow but it seems to me it's not down there in Antarctica where and when it's freezing below which only goes to show pointing out if not advising there's bait and switch in the pitch and no truth to their advertising ...

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The beauty of graceful sunsets lost, the price of non rewind deep wound cost, addict blows the opium itching & bleeding, losing cardboard parts to a child laying in the sun as the needle stings & pierces. Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce, reach out and touch the piercing stars, its time to play so lets rehearse, dream of kingdom comes remains far. Fire...

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Every morning I paint a pair of eyes to see the world for me— Mines scream at the sky fracturing into neon glass. The dazzling eyes I painted— I use them to fit in the crowd dancing in chemical haze —reasons left out at the gate. I use them to study the rites of smoke —to ghost myself in every exhale. I use them to ignore the...

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It could be the shadows you are hearing, Every evening they grow Longer, darker, Until They devour themselves To become the night. We are all shadows shouting As the night approaches Thinking we are fooling the foolish Thinking we were right. Below the surface… Hoping we were right. ...

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I’ve never wanted to grow up. I’ve always been the girl who sighed At birthday candles instead of making wishes. The girl who whispered, “Wow… another year,” Like time was something cruel, Not a gift. The girl who stared out car windows And thought, “I wish time would slow down.” “I want to be 12 again.” I missed being small. I missed the color of childhood— Not just...

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Don’t let yourself grow old, always think yourself young Whatever your age, life has just begun Don’t let anything get you down Try to wear a smile and not a frown Remember when you think you are nothing how special you are You are amazing, whatever you do, you’re a star You are strong enough to do what you want to...

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In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades. Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts— replacing Christmas wish lists along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small. They get...

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In the garden where illusions grow like paper flowers under the velvet sky, Life is woven like a tapestry of shadows and lights fading into the distance, A sweet lie we embrace with open arms, For the pure truth, like a cold wind, might scatter our dreams, We paint our reality with the oils of dreams and unfulfilled hopes, While...

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The Ones who Teach, help us Learn, And in The End, become, a Quick source of a Friend. We are Bound to Seperate, And Fall to different Lines or Paths. But Maybe, —Still— Make a Friend. ...

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The stars grow cold To bleak stones that do not inspire The stars grow cold When nature's hands go weak and old As the trees no longer respire And no more has men to aspire The stars grow cold ...

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