Growth Poems | Examples of Growth Poetry

If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide, call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die. If they miss me, take it easy. All is as it should be. It's best to cut losses, cut...Read the rest...

Destitute, barren, hollow, Senses malfunction, Reality, I struggle to swallow, Critical error, dysfunction. Pain seeps in, like water in the desert, Absorbed in my core, Grows within, with little effort, Heart cries, tears pour through pores. The black swirls once again, Casting shadows...Read the rest...

In autumn, I came upon a garden of errant souls And saw several souls sequestered there. Some were well-known and some were fools, But others were only tarrying there. Though the sanguine souls were tall in bloom, there were stunted...Read the rest...

Junks acting superior When dem and em niggas Be doing their things; we don't envy, jealous, attack Don't take without You were not given Was our awareness Not taking forcefully our education. But when it's...Read the rest...

Time For A Cuppa In case of an emergency Be grateful Be grateful for fresh running water Be grateful for the little stream The one you walk pass and never did you dream In case of an...Read the rest...

at last the traffic comes to a halt... a quarter moon peeps between hilltops while a lingering ache stings my flesh in hours moist with mid-dusk 's need for quiet reverie: I unzip my clothes ready...Read the rest...

You are a jewel a gift from God Know this and act like the star You were born to be in your own lane Bold or shy just be you never change Not saying never green grow Just...Read the rest...

A test in that moment A trial in that season Unexplainable reasons Can it be seasonal? A moment in distress A long long test In the survival mode With a variety of loads. Faith takes us through Can this be a new renewal? A new...Read the rest...

Baby birds Tucked in warm pew-nests Mouths agape to catch masticated lies Rather than growing Mature enough to bake The bread of life Frightened animals Leaving blinders on So our blind leader We can trust and believe Rather than being brave enough to look At...Read the rest...

Who knows, memories I do not A vague impression of thought Certain moments a everlasting print Others like a past good and bad Mankind ripping your dignity from Who they supposed be, hero we look...Read the rest...

You might know me by my wear; Sorely I stand before me, yet the me not really me, yet surely be if you were to open door therein is hangers full of clothes that’s just there... Shirts, cargo...Read the rest...

The danger around me has no impact on the peace within me. Little one, how long have you searched for peace? How long have you been afraid? How often have you been silenced? I saw through your eyes how...Read the rest...

When you live luxury, people will talk That's a show off person When you live Austerity, people will talk That's a a backpacker When you're selfless, people will talk That's a yes-person When you're selfish, people will talk That's a narcissistic Don't let...Read the rest...

I’m at a place in my life where explanation season is over. I’m not explaining nothing to convince, reassure, persuade or bring comfort to anyone’s doubt, uncertainties, insecurities or lack of trust. If you asked me...Read the rest...

A free poet seeking cause with new effect a charged poet entering circles of older valence to unconditionally affect tightening his orbits less his more the camp, a gypsy nucleus (No right nor wrong when it comes to poetry. Some plot and plan...I see a...Read the rest...