Short Growing Poems

Short Growing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Growing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Growing by length and keyword.


On the Stoops

we was getto
it was no show
no place to go
it was girls and boys
hanging was our toys
we sit and hang loose
ON THE STOOPS


Growing Up Black

thinking of the past
it was a gas
as a hard task
I tell you
to get thur
it s a fact card was stack
GROWING UP BLACK

Beauty

there is beauty
as far or near as
the eye can see
sometimes we have to
close our eyes and
open our minds
to see it.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Invest well

The older I get the more I realize that health will always be my most valuable asset.



AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Nestled In Her Arms

Praises ever singing
  of his upbringing
 
       nestled
     in the arms
   of a family farm

  vanishing charms
Form: Couplet


Premium Member FORGET ABOUT AGE

The trick to growing older…
as each year we turn another page…
is when we rise each morning
to forget about our age.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
age
Form: Rhyme

I Am

The formation of this creation is not 
just a fascination... however it is a 
confirmation of my 
destination!~GodzPo3t
Form:

Am Living Proof

I SEEN
IT  ALL
HAD MY FALL
but am strong as a wall
when jesus call
am foot loose
what he can do i tell you
AM LIVING PROOF

Premium Member OF LIFE'S JOURNEY

OF LIFE’S JOURNEY  

At birth, life’s journey is planned;
While there will be many tolls,
God’s GPS will guide you:-

That Tree

It’s not our world anymore, there's more than just you and me
But there wasn’t when we carved our names into that tree.

Letters Were Better

Was it always better?
Before emails, we wrote letters,
Always had stamps and envelopes,
 Before computers, we did cope.

Premium Member Flower

flower dreamy, yellow growing, showing, blooming thousands, weedy, golden, blossoms floret
Form: Cinquain

Head Start

trying to get ahead
than get out of bed
there's programs for you
bring a family too
get on the success chart
its
HEAD START

Questions

Shall all these
tears be wasted?
Will every ache
be for naught?
Is there meaning
to every sigh?
Can dead dreams
be revived?

Growing Prose -My Passion-

Sweet prose
          Flow,
As sweet vines
          Grow.






For "MY PASSION" contest.---There it is, short and sweet:)

Premium Member All Call Me a Child

        These days
	All call me
           a child

        That’s how
         I know ~
           I’ve grown up

Tomorrow

Twilight makes a sorrowed ground
In her dark is where I'm found
Here I be his final shadow
Growing but dying this I know
Form: Rhyme

Query

On a world so dark and dreary
Even God is downright teary
Old Satan guessed
Putin needs rest
Or is Satan growing leery?
Form: Limerick

Premium Member What Is Greed

gumballs clasped in little hand
stuck in jar on kitchen stand
unbeknownst to his young mind
greed is futile he will find
Form: Couplet

Apple of My Eye

apple of my eye
fourteen and keeps on growing
mama loves you Jen







Tribute To My Jenny
Mama Loves You Peanut
Form: Senryu

New World Or the Kids

you had your chance
it there time to dance
so step back
put this on them rack
push them like i did
the
NEW WORLD OR
THE KIDS

Black Pride

when i was small
growing   tall
was told
sucess is the gold
don't be a jerk
be alert
world wide
and have
BLACK PRIDE
Form:

A Second Natural Woman

She didn’t wax her furry legs
And didn’t shave her armpit hair.
Bikini line so overgrown;
She had a forest growing there.
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who I Will Be

Who can say where I'll be?
Who can say who I'll be?
When the time comes, we shall see,
But for now I want to be: just me.
Form: Quatrain

Lost and Found

Stranded in the dark,
Blindly we all seek out light,
Some never realize,
That being lost is so close,
To finally being found.
Form: Tanka

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