Growth Poems | Examples of Growth Poetry

I came from the cracked earth, where sirens sang lullabies and gunshots kept rhythm like a mother’s heart— fast, then gone. We ate what we stole, slept where we fell, and called rusted chain-link fences the edge of the world. The old man left, the old lady broke, and love was a rumor we didn’t believe in. I bled young. Learned young. Fists before forgiveness, pain before prayer. But I built. One scar...

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Stress’s Silent Cry I feel misunderstood, abused as an emotion, They kick me aside, saying I hinder their motion. It's not my fault, I was made to make you feel beat and defeated, But if you ignore me, I call on my shadow, Pain, to be completed. Now you’ll feel the world’s hatred, But all I want is to be...

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A plethora of complex verbiage clogs and clutters solemn university tombs, gem encrusted sequestered vaults impervious at least almost, when immediate accessibility enjoins the ultimate in verifiable clarification on matters, that ally one disregards at a perilous cost not just in economic terms either, As I can amply testify in copious quantities of valid instances how...

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I am so certain that I'ld bag the golden glowy cup! But what if I catch a cold? What if I am not that bold? Is this what they call “pessimism”? But I am told that god injected me with “narcissism.” When two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Frost thought of...

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She said “Yes”, he wanted her to say less– she said “No”, with wind he let it blow. Teach them yes and No, and let the world know, once a “Yes”, isn't a yes forever....

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Never Safe I’ve never felt safe, if I may be so bold, No warm shelter from nights so cold If walls were strangers, far or near, This silent place was built from fear. Their smiles were teasing, sharp and sly, Their hug a blade, an unspoken lie. I’ve had to breathe without a sound, Hid my tears, kept pain unbound. At night I whispered...

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I wonder where, oh boulders and sand, Your spirit or heart truly stands. To you, of Stone with worn heart in your chest Surly you were once like the rest. Once A boulder perfect and formed, From the day you fell from mountain top, born. Down the slope you came and lay, To rest near a peaceful lake one day. And...

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Joe lisa said, she wanted to forgive and forget her pain. I couldn't let her live, she had to pay the price for trying. She was living on the edge, she never knew the floor was caving in. You get what you give, when every road is a past mistake. They will never let you live, when...

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That day she decided to speak For too long they had called her meek She woke up early Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy Her mom saw her said...

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THE ART OF FORGIVENESS Forgiveness means accepting what happened as it happened. being...

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as we metamorphose sponsor : Unseeking Seeker submitted : 11/6/25 two points of a straight line birth and death that need to lightly kiss, after plunging depths dissolve scars, burns from rock fires, drawings in mud or deserts falling through dream spaces crossing grids ferocious...

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I have walked through the hush of goodbyes, where silence roared louder than grief, where memories clung like shadows, and love became a thief. I lost not just them, but parts of me— echoes of laughter, pieces of light. My soul wore mourning like a second skin, and daybreak blurred into night. I reached for hands that let me fall, poured love into a...

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I sat on my driveway in the rain today, wondering how I must look to the neighbors. I'm allergic to grass and don't like dirt, but I felt a yearning to commune with nature. The driveway (common concrete) seemed close enough to rock, which is just pre-dirt, besides it was getting drenched in the shower, just like me. In other words, I...

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Big stones create strength, little ones add stability. Both are needed for a wall to be structurally sound. Much like life....

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I tend to get lost back at the beginning, such a beautiful end. I don't need to be in love I can just pretend. I walk open handed on endless beaches leavening shallow footprints for someone to find. My imagination runs wild on the winds of maybe. I get lost in forever skies, leading me away. never wanting to find the...

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