Short Outgrown Poems
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On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would YOUR garden grow?
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Her sense of whimsy made us smile.
Hanging by feet on a lemon tree.
Pondering the Egyptian Nile.
She has outgrown our small town you see.
having outgrown lower mind crutch ~
thoughts are passé, we learn by touch
our muse comes from the universe ~
with no need for us to rehearse
chrysalis of change
pupating ~ outgrown old pals
time to seek new mates
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As a young'un which I've recently outgrown
Have memories of watching our piano play alone
The keys like by a ghost
Are pressed as composed
The scary part, each key seemed it was played by a clone
I once had big plans
now, to sit on the porch and read,
has become a challenge.
I have outgrown them
all my friends asleep in coffins;
None of my clothes fit.
He will take me soon,
I have been waiting for Him
all He does is tease.
It causes some men concern,
When they lose their hair
They think it makes them look old
And believe that it's unfair
My thoughts on this matter
Bald men should never care
I think it shows intelligence
Their brains have outgrown their hair
The grave is outgrown,
replaced by pastel pink -
changing rooms and hearty laughter;
Her eyes gleaming -
w/ joyful abandon,
w/ towel in hand, She sweeps back
Her slick, golden tresses,
and rids them of the waves
and rids them of the world.
now it has outgrown both purpose and pity.
A pity so unique that its softness
leaves you scrambled like and egg.
they will eat me soon with a cold fork covered in hard
cheese a dishwasher overlooked.
one word can make a difference,
but, can there ever be
a one one word poem?
Scarlet rose
Your colour reminds of
Fears I’ve known,
Fears i should’ve outgrown.
Scarlet rose
Why do you represent love and pain?
Untouched but stained
With your fragrance
Scarlet rose.
In the presence of your beauty
I froze;
Admiring
All you stood for
Beautiful
Scarlet Rose.
Softly the summer breeze
Unburdens me ~
Maybe life will unfold delightfully
Maybe spitfully,
Even tragically (if true love fails)
Remember me!
Balmy weather makes me remember
Riotous behavior,
Even though I was younger,
Eventually outgrown,
Zephyrs of summer remain perfumed
Ever after.
My mind is like a giant dresser
with thoughts and feelings stored
Some are for later and some for now
each in its own drawer
New thoughts are folded flat and crisp
but new feelings loosely thrown
In the bottom drawer to lie together
—time there long outgrown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
I look across our nation wide
… saddened by the view
Hopes and dreams in shattered heaps
Smoldering and askew.
Trust is lost, alliance gone,
Handshakes no longer known
Doubt and suspicion there
Normalcy’s been outgrown.
Both political realms
Must see what they have done
For in the final tally …
Neither of them have won.
A kingdom that’s ruled by flights of fancy,
suddenly whimsical has been turned sour;
Peasants facing collective tragedy
being brought to life is leaving them dour;
Afraid to truly close their eyes and see
they all fight the same nightmarish power;
Squeezing into all that they have outgrown
will bravely boost up that childhood backbone.
In reckless abandon my mind trekked,
But I "became", by the ardor in your being
Despite the discomfort,
You preserved me in your pouch
When you could have chosen to wash me away
With great pains and agony you brought me forth,
Can I be ashamed of her that bore me?
One thing remains,
Even now that I am grown,
Your love I have not outgrown.
This new year
I tuck you away
Like a sweater I no longer wear
You whose squiggly ink
occupy hardcover journals
I cherishingly placed
on a wooden bookshelf
You I've outgrown
You a place I no longer go to
You who are fading with time
Leaving only faint lines in my psyche
From where I draft new ideas
You the ghost of last year's thoughts
my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…
You are my warrior.
The fighter, my own.
Let me be your armour,
And never outgrown.
I cry for you, warrior,
Or one day I might.
If you, gentle lover,
Are called up to fight.
For you would be taken,
With no time to think.
And see in your armour
The slightest of chinks.
A chink which could open
The door for just one
Arrow, or spear...
Or kiss from a gun.
Rocks upon boulders ranging in size
Manually placed to ostracise-
Cultured people whom a free,
Such a shame, a great pity.
About the wall, the cold obstruction
Causing such and much destruction,
Crass creation of corruption,
Undeserving of production.
Who are they to improvise-
Our creators' grand devise?
Woods and people they've outgrown;
Paradoxically hurting their own.
When a household is fatherless
desperation drips from weathered eaves
the children tend to grow wild as weeds
slipping from rambunctious into mischievous..
People dismiss it as a faze-to be outgrown in time
but it often cascades into crime after crime
they do a little bit of time after time
years slipping by into the bin of wasted lives.
My country is much like a fatherless household.
Whiskey shot of the Milky way
we grow the cosmos everyday;
Destroying what we have outgrown
fire clears the way for the unknown;
Pitfalls ward away a standstill
long ago mastered how to kill;
Within cataclysmic unrest
the spark is no longer oppressed;
Until the last obstacle falls,
montage of fiery wrecking balls;
Independent meteorites;
We will shine, we will dim the lights.
I remember July
When your heart sweltered with passion
When love was a style...an unequaled fashion
I remember July
When you brewed with envy over your chocolate sorbet'
How you could hardly wait to get caught up in the rapture
of the day
Yes, i remember July
When I was the essence of your high
Taking you to heights unknown
But you've come down
You've outgrown
And now love is like bitter December
A bleached blonde sunset that arrogates my depression.
I've outgrown the inability to smile at the joke with no punchline.
Listening to the noise on the radio is enough to bring anyone to an emotional crash.
My phone weighs much less without the numbers that did not belong in the first place.
I've found nirvana in making a new best friend in myself.
Turn inward for inner peace and the rest will fall into place.
Men are gone
Words wounded
Tears outgrown
Babies dis flowered
Strength shaken
We are gone astray
We are wounded
We are not all well
We bleed, we scream
Yet no one hears us
Roses turned to brown
I wont go there
I wont go- i wont go
We are lost in the dust
Yesterday was better
Today it becomes worst
And we complain not
It seems like we are
left in the midst of confusion
We are gone- we are gone.
The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its pants no longer fit
The cuffs too short,
the waist too tight,
its inseam worn and ripped
The fabric that
it used to grow,
lay barren in the field
The magic that
it used to show,
a sleight of hand reveal
The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its future running out
The earth exposed,
the sky on fire
—all life but hand to mouth
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)