Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

The morning sun is in the sky. The dog is in the yard. And I stand in the driveway With an aching in my heart. I’m watching all the people Driving down that highway. They’re all heading somewhere else While I am here to stay. I can feel that highway calling me ...

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Funny how a room dies First it’s off to college Then out into the world Blink twice, there’s marriage Into the abyss,...

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Boomers watch flames in burning fires inside, They dream in vinyl, staring with eyes open wide. Some call this gaze: 'Lead paint glaze' of despair, It's the first move in the game of Generational Stare. Watch them stares; wait on, don’t be afraid, Each blank look is a frozen charade, With eye glazed over in blank despair, The soul is on pause,...

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Things doesn’t go the way we want, They go the way we do for it. Results I got harsh, which I can’t, Future happens according to one’s did. Was a larva tried hard and hard to rest, But am a butterfly which could not fly. Understood the assignment after just, The results came out, can’t time just rewind. ...

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My own death doesn't scare me But yours terrifies me I pray my last breath is a sigh of relief Sometimes I'll push you away Hoping you'll just pull me closer You could slit my throat And with my last gasping breath Id apologize for bleeding on your shirt Id die for you, but little do you know...

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The yard sale was great. Sold everything in my place. Now to start over new. Influencers tell me what to do. Have a need for food, shelter, and clothes. They say that's not the way to go. Buy products online, ...

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It's not at all easy to come to term with this 'new' old version of me. I'm dealing with a sadly sagging anatomy where what-used-to-be is now not-quite-so-firm. I'm dumbstruck by the person in the mirror. I have to have 'the' chat again and again to scatter the chatter from my brain and help me focus to see things clearer. At least I'm...

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looking back to when I was a lad They said times were hard, They said things were bad. Picking up tatties, the pulling of peas Coming back home with scratched grimy knees. Screwing the Beetroot, yes that is right Removing the tops from morning till night. You couldn't cut the tops off, that made them bleed Keeping your eye out for the...

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After "Being a Person" by William Stafford “suddenly this dream you are having matches everyone’s dream, and the result is the world” the synchronicity, perfect beating like a heart in a box the ticking of a metronome swing, swing, tick off into the air it’s a moment you can breathe when you had been drowning before except now everyone, everyone,...

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I’m not writing poems anymore. Somewhere along the way, I feel like I lost the poet in me---- the spark, the soul, the words. I’m choosing to start fresh, to rediscover myself beyond verses and rhymes. Thank you for all the appreciation, love, and support you've shown me. I hope you understand this new beginning I’m...

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I’m nobody’s everything, I’m just everybody’s nothing. How can the world want me to change, When the world has stayed the same?...

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Crown of gold curls in rainbow wrappers. Girly-girl, at two, favored to be beautiful. Eyelids delight to be painted baby-girl green. Dolly’s lascivious lashes soaked in black ink. Innocent strawberries dot baby-blue sleeveless top. Soon, she’ll be strapless, primping at the vanity. For now, she holds a mirror with her eyes closed; her reflection not quite perfected; a natural blush of lips, cherub-cheeks...

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They told him, “Boys don’t cry or feel,” “Stand tall, be hard, and never kneel.” So he learned young to wear a mask, To fake the strength they dared to ask. He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw, Afraid to show a single flaw. And every tear he held inside Just made him hollow, made him hide. They praised him when he...

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sultry days, Summer sun budding breasts, bikini a pre-teen flower blooms tan skin, baby oil shine misty water beading making sweet rainbow dreams Some Kind Of Misty poetry contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud July 5, 2025...

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On Growing Older Sometimes my steps are steady, Sometimes my hands shake. Sometimes my memory falters, And I make some sad mistake. Sometimes I hear you talking But I do not understand. Just remember that I love you And I do the best I can. My skin is sagged and wrinkled. I look a little like an Elf. My eyesight's getting hazy, Sometimes I repeat...

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