Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

My childhood was meant for innocent adventures, Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures. But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds, Planting seeds of fear only a shattered soul...Read the rest...

I tend to mourn who I used to be, To think of all the change I have endured–since birth, until now. I think about how happy I was as a child, Rocks and sticks were my friends, I...Read the rest...

A gust of wind she is Flowing through the fields Flowers bloomed each one she touches A beauty only month of may yields Grateful for the memories we hold For each laugh and each fight At every phase of...Read the rest...

a point to ponder the worst ...Read the rest...

Repeating lies That’s juvenile Behaviour from the soul Be assured The smiles formerly the goal Evil eyes obscured Expect excuses but the reality’s my own While the fire grows afar let’s sit around a while...Read the rest...

I cannot see untainted, The world without the warping windows. I fail to make, for I am merely An illusion of inconsistencies Stolen from society. I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains start to spill. The buttons on...Read the rest...

My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big lollipops Cogs and wheels,...Read the rest...

I Wonder How much time Has passed since I Decided to grow...Read the rest...

In you, dear Mother, my pride resides, No hate could ever in my heart abide. Nine months within your loving embrace, You nurtured me with boundless grace. You taught me to speak, to write, to stand, Guided me with a...Read the rest...

A day full of cigarettes A day full of riding, Oh what a calmness My face was full with dirt And mind with lust, I'm alone here Like nobody else, Living every hour I was mine Cause it's only mine and mine..???? ...Read the rest...

I learned to love the river waves lapping ‘neath our boat Glint of sun set the scene a-sparkle as over the waters we’d float ...Read the rest...

A baseball glove lies on its back in a trunk of items once fresh and youthful now discarded for love and marriage perhaps a stroller whose blue-eyed ...Read the rest...

Cloudy Hurricane The tides have beads of value Bungee jump and pick...Read the rest...

Born in December on a cold winter’s day I was baptised a Christian without any say My life given direction before I could walk A school then chosen before I could talk I went through communion and was soon...Read the rest...

opposite the I, is where i reside. endure and bide, endlessly. You see My person, nod at this version, never question My identity, You're right in me, not entirely. Your gaze cant see, everything outside Me, ever watching you, unaware I am two. observe me please, ease my...Read the rest...