Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

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My mother says Stretch marks are tiger stripes Primordial waves Of growth And change...

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in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood - ...

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Don't know why I couldn't fly When I had the wings and all, Don't know why I didn't try Was I much too afraid to fall Teetering on the bridge that day Arms outstretched, toes to the edge, Then again, who would jump anyway From such a treacherous ledge Looking down from an incredible height My last breath caught in...

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Thank you for every laugh, And for every smile, Thank you for every tear, You made it all worth while. Thank you for the memories, The good and bad, Thank you for making me happy, During all the times I felt sad. Thank you for being here, And getting to know me, You saw the person, That you knew I could be....

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Why is Old Age so Lonely? Why is it such a bore? Why because you're getting Old no-one wants you anymore As a Mother and a Wife you give your very best, Perhaps it's just because they think you need a rest. Once children ran riot in your home, Now you'll be really lucky if they pick up...

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Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air. Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind. Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore. Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind. Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons. Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find. Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight. Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed. Hand-eye coordination weaves like...

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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 once took my mother’s pearls and wore them to kindergarten. I wanted to look like an Adult— a word now bitter on my tongue. In playgrounds, we believed in monsters— now we drink with them, learn their masks, mirror...

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In time lost hopes and wishes morph into daydreams as you realize hidden truths for reality no longer fuels fantasies and phantasmagorical soon disappears from your vocabulary forever. Years pass until suddenly almost overnight the innocence of youth is lost and you are left to deal with life's insincerities as your distinctive personality is reduced to memories of uniqueness....

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i found a quiet place for me i created an end unit at the tail end of a favorite beach i have you in my arms as a perfect dream come true love comes from unexpected placed at times now i am a fan of rare happenings that make me smile i found a quiet place for me i created a...

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it's okay... but it didn't start out that way from the time of your entry from the birth canal your clock of pain started ticking a ticking of pain that seemed never ending like a long slow road to hell driving pain bone marrow deep, but no one could tell, 'cause you hid it well you were left on your own...

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Look in the mirror. Who is that weathered, old man staring back at me? When did this happen, Life replacing youthfulness with experience? Do others see me as an aged progression of who I was then? Or as the version I have now morphed into - an antique vessel. But mirrors don’t lie. They just show the reflection of a true image. So, if I embrace: “Who I am, not...

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Along and with the thunder comes enlight'ning which travels at the speed of light, and thus observed before we hear the cloudbursts fright’ning. The sparks in mother’s eyes, the added plus, premonitory sign, impending fuss. Soon we consume her verbal casserole - reveal, restrict, repair - regain control. ...

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I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees. I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies. I'm rehearsing for rolling. I'm rehearsing for sitting. I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers. I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids. My...

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