Growing Up Poems | Examples of Growing Up Poetry

Every day lost, like whispers in the breeze, Mom watches the clock, her heart begging, "Please." Once, laughter echoed through sun-dappled trees, Now silence lingers, a soft, aching tease. Lake trips and river days, where joy used to flow, Nature walks hand in hand, where love used to grow. ...

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Teenage age The adolescent stage, they call it An age where you start to understand the world A stage of supposed maturity But how confusing it can be Souls shrouded in endless mystery Wandering lost in search of answers Minds wavering like wild hogs In the darkness of the night There they seek solace Like humans, yet with souls of vampires Minds haunted by the daylight At...

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What is the nature of the affection you claim to possess for me when your expressions of love are accompanied by detachment, distance, and uncomfortable silences? I find myself engaging in internal monologues in an attempt to alleviate the emotional challenges that we vowed would never arise between us, akin to the familial dynamics we...

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Growing eyes Feel growing pains Too thick For a beating heart Growing bones See fearsome terrane Too rough For each foot's counterpart What kid really believes Growing up will be so hard?...

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Never spoke About the things I can do or would do Always told you About what I've done Some right and some wrong. I never let my flaws Weigh me down Right from birth Right from my mother's womb I've been striving for authenticity not perfection Not letting my imperfections take over me. Like my mother Never neglected me Amidst my imperfections She knows my...

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keep on becoming, let mind, spirit, and soul sprout; blooming your nature:- ...

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Elevator! Take me to thirteenth floor! I'm sorry, Dave! I'm afraid I can't do that! Indeed the panel lights skip a beat, Beyond the limit of what one hand can count. Off the precipitous cliff into the valley periphery, Into the shaky, rebellious and withdrawn teens Between childhood, tears and grown-up years. A baker's dozen, a boost to some! Or the...

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We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store. We...

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With skateboard tight in hand, his hair cut to the skull, he takes long drags on cigarettes, flinging each butt with an easy flick of fingers. At five feet, slim, in sockless sneakers large for a boy his size and age, lost in oversized cloths new to his adolescence, his trousers barely hang on his half...

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Spring and Summer those seasons went by The best thing in the world always falls from the sky No matter the situation, the love was theirs The price was no luxury for the poor boys and girls To sit up and prosper with such a delight It grew up so fast, like a thief in the night Many more came from...

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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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