Growing Up Poems | Examples of Growing Up Poetry

You start to look through another pair of glasses If you lacked any experience, life has offered you classes You learn from your past failures and successes You've become wiser while your heart has grown restless What entertained you before, now irritates you somehow Things that made you laugh, you shake your head at now You now see the pitiful...

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We see our kids or grandkids In our home’s familiar setting Or at gatherings of kith and kin Within that safety netting. Yet when somehow there’s a glimpse Beyond where we’re supposed to go, We might be surprised to find A person we don’t really know. Perhaps in a performance In the arts or in a sport, A confidence might sparkle Which will find us...

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When dancing round your handbag on the dance floor was a thing. When Bowie was major Tom and Elvis was king. When your only worry was what to ware on a Friday night. When your tops were midriff and your skirts were tight. When you got home from the night club and fell through the door. When...

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There’s a calm that settles Not all at once, but slowly Like sunlight through water, Soft, deliberate, sure. I used to reach so far ahead I forgot the miracle beneath my feet. Now I sit with the moment, Let it wrap itself around me like warm wind There’s a holiness in the mundane, A sacredness in slow breath, And I have learnt, finally, To love what...

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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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