Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

Black and grey— half-dead, half-forgotten, etched in silence, waiting. Thou to draw, thou to withdraw, tracing echoes, tracing the traces, cursed yet, blessed. Now, I sit, tracing the scars of the ruby, fingers brushing against old omens in the reflection’s cold embrace. (I know the...Read the rest...

Boys will be boys, should we change our approaches? It invades our society, infesting like cockroaches. Is it something that we unfairly blame on our coaches? Or should we instead stop this before it encourages? Is it time to...Read the rest...

Was your jaw ever hit at some watering place Yes, I have on occasion hit a fist with my face His incorrect answer, Scar tissue, not cancer. That Doctor was too quick to cut to the chase. ...Read the rest...

(It’s that vernal, infernal, tax season. How about a tax avoidance vignette? It’s poetic—in it’s own way) Some students at a table near us in the dining hall were discussing America’s financial inequities. One guy was...Read the rest...

MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND (by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025) Dedicated to Connie Steeves Our friendship goes way back I believe we were in grade 3? In our brown and beige uniforms At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy At first, I hung out with...Read the rest...

shadows ”When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.” —Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens i was raised by the dark— mother taught me to swallow ...Read the rest...

shadows ”When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.” —Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens i was raised by the dark— mother taught me to swallow ...Read the rest...

I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly It was somewhere in the dark Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry I’m tired of saying goodbye - He agreed It...Read the rest...

The words cease to resonate, not my voice's fault nor the walls, it is the absence of my yang, sister self; emerging, new world unsheathing its unease: there were two cries of joy. Reverberation or affirmation, and was there ever a difference in the sando shops where we stole tuna mayo...Read the rest...

gray hair hold many memories of yesterdays, nights' fires gray ash....Read the rest...

Like a seed Planted for a tree, I grow and grow My back, strong and tall Through thorns and thistles. You can't tell me I've not been through enough And I still won't go through some things more. But I'll flourish like a...Read the rest...

"An acorn grows to a mighty oak" - words, once, my grandpa spoke when I was small. What dear Grandpa forgot to say, long ago, on that happy day, is, "Every oak must fall"....Read the rest...

Paper plane, fragile architect of childhood dreams, folded hope, creased ambition, a fleeting geometry against the sky. Not metal, not roaring engine, just the whisper of a breath, a delicate defiance of gravity's heavy hand. We launch you from...Read the rest...

I say I grow without greed, But my wants, desires, and needs, Blur in the obscurity of my own mind. My heart isn’t filled with hate, It doesn’t wish to be late, To the race that is my blossoming maturity. All...Read the rest...

Oh, I want to go back To when forever was possible When I was still falling asleep on your couch When our only fears were of monsters in the dark When we would get so mad at our...Read the rest...