Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

When you stand before the mirror so still.. Do you count the years, against your will? Trace each line like a fading chart.. And mourn the youth that did depart? But what if mirrors told the tale.. Not of what's gone, but where you prevail? Not just the texture, time, or trace.. But every triumph you now embrace. The silvered reflection that greets...

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Forever is a giant ground, Where buried roots live in hope. Though, dead in earth and weak beyond The realistic of growth scientifically. Unless been uprooted and cast in fire, It remains a new seed to sprout new desires. Studies often wonder how each get to cope-- The threat of call, hope yield basically. But men are death bound; For...

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raindrops falling on roots that are unseen, underneath the silence of stone, every seed keeps on dreaming green maps— a forest waits inside a single stem....

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Childhood? You want to know about childhood? Eleven. Sleeve rolled high in Tehran's burning heat. Revolutionary Guard's fist finds my face— metal barrel pressed cold against my cheek, the sharp click of the hammer drawn back, that sound that steals sleep for years. --- Professional chess player, you ask? Sixteen. Recess bells ringing through cracked school tiles. We sketch our battlefield in white chalk...

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Smile & nod Actin like my attention spans top notch Steady glancin at the clock Checkin my wrist with no watch Don't take offense This probably won't make sense Sht got me all jittery & tense I really can't help it My brain cells are spent Done way too many drugs Still do...just because I keep going & going...

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I read through my old poems And my heartbreak is just words I can’t even remember what I felt for you Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist I spent years pining Overanalyzing your every movement Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something. You never did, yet i still held on to...

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In every heart mending moment I stand and speak you as mine A one of a kind redeeming love No shame in my game The answer is still the same Glad I gotcha to change your name I loved our wedding Unguided until you told me There was something I needed to see The start of our pregnancy defined you Then what's ah man to...

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Tell me how to think Tell me what to do Tell me if my politics Should be red or blue Tell me how to live What to keep or give And tell me what I know If I should stay or go Tell me what is truth Tell me what is lie Tell me how to keep Big corporate profits high Tell me how to live What to...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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My name's ANGIE, are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one I was caught with...

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Muse - Day 1, 2016 For years I had read Not realizing what I too, had given… I had given, just not sure what I received in return. So, in these, my later years thinking on this... I approached morning’s-day Muse Fresh with the Sun. From all I had become in the Sum of Days Muse asked gently of me... “Who are you?” I...

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no one ever taught him how to be a grown up all he is now a puppet, controlled by dangerous thoughts that tells him to run towards hill and jump into the valley freedom is far beyond his reach he believe his older version was too strong he had dreams, wishes and knew how to cling with hope but now...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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Inspired by family dynamics. May you be blessed with good ones. They are my family By Michelle Morris 21/06/2025 They are my blood They are my bone They are the hearts I've always known They are the good They are the bad They are the happy They are the sad They are my hurt They are my pain They are the ones Who...

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How do you kiss? Tilt your head to the side Keep your lips together Or open them up wide? Do you force his head back Is that doing it right? But you might see right up his nostrils What an awful sight How long do you kiss for? A minute or an hour What happens if his mouth tastes Horrible and sour From all...

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