Grow Up Poems - Poems about Grow Up

...Venting thoughtlessly by your side all over once more Bending over backwards just to simply open up and soar Again, the line between us has been crossed far too many times The lone lover of mine d......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young, we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love... that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we lea......Read the rest...

...There Is a rhythm I could never get Until then. Onstage, Watching the conductor, my page. I was set on getting it And I did- And the conductor smiles A smile so big it reaches to hell An......Read the rest...

...*PV - Proverbial Verbiage The Old Rotary Dialing out…zzzzip…zzzzzzzip…zzzzzzzip and zip…zzip…zzzip…zzzzip and brring… long distance was not a thing for children. they could only ......Read the rest...

...In the wee hour of the morning I hear my spirit calling, I wasn’t sure how to respond to it but my emotion made me answer it. It was extremely dark outside and the street light on the other side s......Read the rest...

...I rock in this outdoor cheap chair Its cushion foam like ice cream Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage I don’t mind Don’t need a full seat to see before me The drop off on Torch Lake I......Read the rest...

... Just Clouds They seem just ordinary fill for a background, a fuzzy white or gray that doesn't grab the eye and distract from the more deserving stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views and mo......Read the rest...

...Ghostly echos of the past Still haunt me. Like the warmth Of your bright smile. I try to move on With my life. Inch by inch Mile by mile. I know there is No going back. I understand th......Read the rest...

...We Emerge Through The innards Of drenched Scarlet, with A piercing cry Of an afflicted Crow, away From clan, Rising slowly, A flaming ember, Over the fingers Of trees We grow,......Read the rest...

...On my own I choose to live a Quiet life. Trying not to make the same mistake twice. People these days have no respect. So in my solitude myself I protect. Facing each day with a smile on my ......Read the rest...

...Mother Earth:Garden Womb She is not virginal Not unused Not pure Being ancient and of old, Inevitably, Been touched before. Many years a widow, She is a lonesome, barren land. So ......Read the rest...

... Holding onto a rail. I lean over to see my reflection mirrored in the water and small fish swimming in the camouflage of me. I muse whether they are feeding on my thoughts, nibbling on th......Read the rest...

...Suddenly I am aware of myself. Where do I come from? Where am I going? I cannot move. Some liquid surrounds me. I drink the liquid. I grow as the liquid disappears. I break my shell. I fee......Read the rest...

...America is immune to all appeals, a metal colossus that does not know the echo of the heart, A nation ensnared in chains of concrete and glass, above the fields of forgotten dreams, A cacophony of ......Read the rest...

...If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh......Read the rest...