Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

What’s the point? she asked. It could be a simple solution, he quipped. With much to do and little to gain, The effort remained unattainable rain. So onward she strove Observed by those who stood beyond the boundaries Doing much and yet ignoring them She left having been a bothersome chagrin. ...

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i stitched my heart into quiet lines, shared them here one post at a time but this isn’t just a page it’s a place i begin a dream once whispered now asking for wings Friends! I've created an Instagram page and it's - almost.thirty.barely.grown I also have a GoFundMe going for my debut book which I will need help funding! I will share the link here,...

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I sit in class, I play pretend, I laugh too loud, I text my friends. They say, "Grow up," but I never did— I’m just a kid. I make mistakes, I talk too fast, I dream of days that never last. They roll their eyes at what I did— I’m just a kid. I hide my tears, I bite my tongue, they say I'm...

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My brain is flooded I feel so worn I’m always tired My mind is torn Too many options Not enough time I struggle But it’s in my mind I’m here and there I’m happy, I’m sad I’m never both But I’m always mad ...

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The boy has a garden of which he is proud. It's a safe place for him when the world is too loud. In it he grows joy, and fear and laughter and tears. He waters lovely blue plants (they remind him of songs) and winding green plants (they remind him of past wrongs). In time, throughout the garden grows a vine bright red. One he never planted yet grows there...

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two silver spoons, two completely different people tied together by children, marriage, divorce they shared a home two decades of life and then nothing just children; bound by blood, broken by each other they’re in the same room, fingers brushing as they pass each other banners to stick on the walls i was the first born the...

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Hie thee now by warning taught The path ahead be peril fraught Each breath taken carried past Each step taken counted last To strive against such dangers rife Tis better chance the falling knife For what portends from grand emprise By hazards wroth may be surmised That loot awaits at ventures end For those whom Deaths hand doth forfend But take thee heed and be...

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My piggy bank gets fed, At least once a week. I do what my Momma said. I push the coins in the top of his head. Momma said, " You should feed your piggy every day! ...

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away from the unconscious bias in the world i escape my comfort zone and open up my mind and my heart new ways of doing introduce themselves to me new worlds worth seeing welcomes me with unexpected open arms new people with interesting personalities meaningfully school me as well as own me with the best intent tears flow rather freely...

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They met back in school when perms were in style.. Now they’re fifty-seven and wickedly wild. A sisterhood forged in detention and pranks.. Now fueled by cocktails and cackles and tanks. Derani and Adrianne? Soulmates for sure.. Joined at the hip and bonded by lore. They gossip, they giggle, they drink in sync.. And dare you to challenge...

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If you asked me at age six, I might've told you I want to become a doctor, a scientist or even a hero that saves the planet. But now I feel so ancient, like I’ve lived a hundred years in quiet rooms where no one noticed the girl holding the walls up. I’ve carried generations in my chest my mother’s sorrow, my friends’ storms, strangers' cries...

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I waited for the midnight train on the platform in the rain. It was windy, it was bitter cold and i was feeling bit frail and old. Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece who was coming home from Greece. I had time to wander down memory lane where images flashed wearily in my brain: she was days old when I held...

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I met you many years ago – in a church where we were learning to be more than kids, more than just our parent’s mistakes, more than little girls – but women who would one day, pray… for husbands who would love us deeply, giving men who believe in Him, honest souls who are gentle yet masculine, vibrant men who provide and protect, blessed...

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The irony of life and love, tricks played on trusting souls by a heartless prankster. I didn't even know what I didn't know. I longed to play the music of your heart and body with magical, skillful hands. Youth, full of vigor, bluster. Heads full of air, light as...

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Do you remember, The grand horse carousel? Pirouetting upon their endless meridian, O! How they dance delightfully, with out care. I know you remember! But all this poor old man can recall, Are the coins infiltrating, Pushed by small finger, and joyous smiles. Then the lights overhead, Followed by the grand gallop chomatique! How I remember? These stallions, they dance for wealth, For life, For aspiration, For...

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