Grown Poems - Poems about Grown

A seed grown in shadow

When the seed of fear is planted in minds,
It germinates in brains as a tormentor—
Sometimes sown by a whisper,
a shadow,
a lie repeated twice.

When illusion becomes reality,
And starts by making the heart
     skip a beat,
then more of its beats,
then all of its beat.

It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark,
Born from

Playing Grown Up

Children love to play Grown Up
And choose bright, pretty dresses
They slap and dab loads of makeup
And strut like Greek empresses

They gab and gossip and chitter
As they parent their dolls
And sprinkle loads of cool glitter
As dolls walk down the halls

And as they copy our weird ways
We smile and nod with bliss
Their bumbling trips light up our

Please Tell Me: A Response to the Film 'Grown Ups'

Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year.

Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky.

Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court.

Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point.

Please tell me that no one is ever alone.

Please tell me that dying is easily explained.

Please tell me that broken birds get back

Grown Ghostly

Grown up gaunt and ghostly?
Forlorn, forgotten, few.
Holy is the host? Well, see...
Day of wrath, thy dew.

Warlord, hold the highest ground?
Strongest in the sound!
Giant, issue from thy mound!
Blight them with thy bound!

Tyrant of the battlefield?
Come back on thy shield?
Only if the wound's unhealed!
Thunder, how you pealed!

Mercy? Full the harvest moon!
Tympani, thy tune!
Rampart castle, cast the rune!
Bane,

Grown Up Bullies

This might be barbaric of me to say
But I don’t like those who have to have their way
Grown up bullies who yell “you’re fired and such”
Misogynist pigs who are simply out of touch

Almost Thirty, Barely Grown

almost thirty
barely grown
spent my twenties
learning bones
how they break
how they heal
how to tell
what pain is real
thought by now
i'd have it right
feet planted firm
my future bright
but the mirror shows
the same old face
chasing dreams
at the same old pace
bills stack high
the years fly fast
my childhood echoes
in the past
yet somehow i think
of that kid inside
who fears the dark
but he swears

Grown-Ups Saga

We're grown-ups being
A caregiver and fixer
Of our own mistakes.

Full-Grown Delinquent

Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought -
fall property tax was due last November and this is
the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent.

I am also recently widowed; my Mister always did taxes.
But God had brought it to my attention (who else,
could I hold responsible?) so I faced the music.

Went to the bank

Time is Pain

In a cozy home where laughter bloomed,  
A mother watched her children, once in their rooms,  
Four bright stars, each chasing their dreams,  
With hearts full of hope and ambitious schemes.  

She nurtured their spirits, she cheered every win,  
Through scraped knees and heartaches, she held them within,  
Now

Grown Up Yet

The birth certificate is kept
By your mother
The I. D. Card is kept
By your husband
Because you're afraid
Of losing it
Then you're not really
Grown up yet.

The grown Dove searches for mud

The grown Dove searches for mud
to disparage its mother
who granted them this pure white.
Lord endow me with divine purpose,
help dry this dirt on the earth
a brown ocean, swelling, percolating.

A window pane snaps from the pressure
I remember the day I was born.
I weep, I weep, I weep.
A bird scurries ‘round my neck
it is a little pigeon
it

Would you believe

 Would you believe it if I say I'm not me anymore 
Would you believe it if i said I died once leaving my throne 
Like that one song feeling like my home ain't my home 
Would you believe it if I said I'm fading away 

Facing this pain, I'm failing again 
Chasing my dreams,

We are the saplings of the universe, grown from the dust of long-extinguished stars

We are the saplings of the universe, grown from the dust of long-extinguished stars,
Branches of consciousness blooming in the cosmic garden of ephemeral existence.
The leaves of our thoughts rustle in the wind of time, whispering untold stories,
While the roots of the soul stretch deep into the fertile soil of collective memory.
The photosynthesis of emotions transforms

Grown up views, dreams forgotten

I look up to the sky
Remembering past dreams
Wondering where the dreamer went

Looking back to the past.
Having lived and loved
Sacrificed and gave everything to those who won my heart 

Now I look at this moment wondering what the hell I did.
Sold my dreams for a broken kiss and 
a hundred thousand times
 Looking to the future,

Grown Up

When you see a skunk that’s smelly,
Hold your nose and hug your belly.

When you see a grizzly bear,
Picture him in underwear.

When you see a sneaky spider,
Offer him some apple cider.

When you see a big old rat,
Show it to the neighbor’s cat.

When you see the dentist’s drill,
You be strong and don’t get ill.

When you see a

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