Growing Poems - Poems about Growing

Sweet and ceaseless Big eyes and merciful hands She scrapes her palms scrambling up branches Perched there like a cardinal Watching the swallows Their fine pointed wings And cheerful chatter, cherished and unchained She thumbtacked her dreams on the wall, Painted spirals on...Read the rest...

Love are the verbs blossom like roses scented reserve suite line composes, Love sails an odyssey of Greek ships thousands save Helen impatient lips, Steve's ebony Wonders love can be, Paul's ivory flights pearl dove at...Read the rest...

How much I miss you/ Words can not explain/ You're so far away from me/ I have to close my eyes/ And reach into my mind/ To bring you forth/ To wrap my arms around you/ To show you how much I...Read the rest...

No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me. No one knows my heart is an open road No one knows the sound I softly whine But I do. I do. I will wake...Read the rest...

I wish I could stay in the safety of now I wish the future didn't feel so heavy I wish I knew how to navigate my own way I wish time would stop rushing past I wish adulthood wasn't...Read the rest...

You’re an *******. Words muttered out of context, out of line. A rage-shadowed truth, but with such unexpected forthrightness, it missed its mark, serving only to deepen our divide. Home is no longer where happy is. I’m not sure it ever was....Read the rest...

The Red Velvet Christmas Robe Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today. When little girls wore such beautiful clothes. Decades before jeans...Read the rest...

Some attribute their breath to nature's sway Their restroom visits, a natural way They trust their sleep, an inbuilt alarm to wake But I, with years of wisdom, know fate's uncertain make Not all who sleep awaken, nor all...Read the rest...

I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme. Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with...Read the rest...

Detest away. Whatever you say. Have it your way. Who cares anyway? It doesn’t matter if it’s true. It’s what you believe… you. Words from mouths. No matter how it sounds. No matter what they say. You’ll believe it anyway. So, detest me...Read the rest...

Sit around as I tell you a Christmas story..where the lights hang low, the chimneys are stuffed and the carolers are stuck in snow. ‘‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the night, a...Read the rest...

‘Twas the night before Christmas and baby Liz-Beth cried, crawled, and sat waiting for me. My police neighbor trains a NARC doggy Liz sees, does, and sits by her need…daddy. ‘Twas the night before Christmas with kitty run...Read the rest...

I have behaved poorly every winter I can remember, my awfulness in each separated only by degrees—snowdrifts suffocating the edges of rooms I wouldn’t stay in Hiding was easier. I stuffed myself in the closet of that pit-city...Read the rest...

Standing strong, All day Long, Staying headstrong, Playing along. Finding where you belong, Creating a theme song, Singing all day long, Standing strong, Right where you belong....Read the rest...

Post the garden, then an ocean. Drifting sands caught up in a glass. Inhale and exhale one’s existence known as life, until death parts us from the garden, then the ocean and the sands—physical, mental,...Read the rest...