Grown Poems - Poems about Grown

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,...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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,...

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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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eternal infancy enjoyed all his life indulgent parents a grown up baby knowing no strife odd predicament...

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I have grown up with my mother’s hatred and my father’s disgust. I have grown up In the shadow of my brother Who couldn’t be anything but perfect. I have grown up like a stray I have grown up I have survived. I have grown up I am alive. Broken, bleeding and hurt I have grown up. Against all odds I have...

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I wade through stagnant waters Unable to change my state. Forwards and backwards both lead to here, A place ive grown to hate. In the labrinth of days that blur to gray I wander, lost, with no clear path to tread. A prisoner of time, each moment frays my spirit Bound my dreams long cold and dead. The sky a barron canvas, bears...

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