#growingup poems on Hello Poetry

Sharon Talbot Sep 2017

Ten years of sunshine, fantasies, and song.
Nothing was right; nothing was wrong.
Suddenly you’re up against a wall.
It seems like everything or nothing at all.

When you were younger, things were what they seemed;
Bedtime stories and parent’s esteem.
Everyone said you were funny and enchanting.
You didn’t despair, were never wanting.

What happened to that perfect world?
Why are you now so scared?
Did it vanish in the morning?
Like a wistful vision, without warning…
Or was it taken from you by
A cold and pitiless world?
Did it make you shun the things that you once dared?

At sixteen, you’re just a little bit older;
The world seems much harsher and it feels much colder.
But it’s still the same place,
Then why the sorrow in your face?
Do you think you should have been told?
Think anyone told him or her?
But it’s the same place it’s always been.
Ask your mother and father how they fit in!

It’s not easy on the outside, looking in,
You seek it for comfort, but that’s hollow and thin.
You’re a loner, despite all your friends,
And your pain doesn’t stop where the loneliness ends.
You can try all you want, to be one of them,
Yet you’re still just yourself in the end.

Written for our son as a teenager, when he discovered that having friends and being popular did not stop certain waves of adult problems from assaulting him.

#teenager #age #16 #popularity #friends #pain #loner #loneliness #growingup

hannah Sep 2017

Fall bloom

Fall bloom, summer falling eld.
The crisp kiss of a pleading farewell.

The first hello of a cantaloupe dream.
Fading leaves; shedding its skin.

The kids in trunks,
hands tied together, a vowed bond to last a lifetime.

Jumping into the forbidden lake;
A hurried plash from wet, parading feet.

Flaxen, cold skin,
A gaze to the wuthering sky’s of storms.

Shy smiles, first kisses.

Fall,
She lives a Dive in our dreams.

"Dive" in this case, is referring to a rich man. I hope I don't confuse anyone with that.

#fall #nature #younglove #growingup #firstkisses #summer

Mack Aug 2017

0.01

Let it all run down- The Fall.
It drags me- Turns me around.
Let the light of your eyes flicker and dim-
The color of your face is looking so grim.
This endless void moves me- A voice that could ****.
If you listen closely, you might hear these voices still.
Listen to their screams-
Are they yours or are they mine?
The answers are so empty- So troublesome to find.
So tell me- If we were to stand at the edge of the Earth,
Would we jump or would we turn back?
Or would we beg to the sky for a different path?
Lean close and listen to my whispers,
Watch the thought as the idea decays and withers.
I see in colors.
You see in red.
I want to live.
You’d rather be dead.
Walk to the mirror, study the lines in your face.
Will they reflect the truth of your fate?
Is it wrong- Or is it right?
Truth is an evil enemy to fight.
Sit, my friend- feel the noose around your neck.
Tell me know, just what have you got left?
Move to the corner, feel these walls with your fingertips.
Hold still as your heart speeds and skips.
Stare through the window. Are the summer skies blue?
Or does April rain and darkness still hinder your view?
If I told you my name, would you know where I’ve been?
Would you see me as your hope to escape this cruel end?
Move your fingertips softly over my skin-
Am I enough for you to give and accept this sin?
I am real. I am real. I am real.
Will you let me in?
You could stop the rain, if only for a moment-
I beg you child- Keep your innocence...Don’t disown it.
Is it so much of a crime to look into my eyes?
What is it about me that you so deeply despise?
I am yourself after all,
So long as you let yourself fall.
Pain is a simple, delicate taste.
It is the only true feeling for which you and I have been faced.
Hold still and try to hold in your screams-
Trust in me. I will follow your dreams.
Lean back to me and close your eyes.
Dark intentions are tough to recognize.
The time is here for which youth parts,
Life and Death is a measly game.
The only true Justice will be found in the aftermath of your shame.
You are real. You are real. You are real.
Join with me, we’ll vow as one.
I will lead you away from darkness when our time here is done.
Revert to thought and seek the Armageddon within me.
I am the only one who can set you free.
You’ve reached the end- There is no turning back.
Leave this place where the river runs red and the skies are black.
One day, you will find love. No more hate.
Follow destiny and you will escape this fate.
Return to the arms of a friend.
Get out now, and we’ll make our amends.

Run before the world ends.

I've debated on publishing this one.

#fear #abstract #illusion #depression #pain #change #growingup

Francie Lynch Aug 2017

Wading in Water

Aine was wading in the water,
I was scheming with my daughter
In the shade of the Norwegian Maple.
As we spoke her appearance changed,
She was aging, fulfilling dreams
Both of us shared between.
She appeared in a shapely one-piece,
Her hair still short, her eyes still green.
This was Aine at thirteen,
On the swim team.

Then she grew six years more,
Wearing a graduation gown,
Her hair was long, her height full grown,
Her green eyes fixed on her horizons.
Aine wasn't long for home.

Soon she joined us in the shade,
We three schemed as her children bathed
Under the showers of the water splash.
I shook my head to bring Aine's back
Wading in the water.

It's okay to plot and scheme,
And fancy what she could be,
But for now, let them be,
Wading in the water.

I would love to roll back time
To watch my daughter,
As I once did,
Play in water.

Aine: pronounced Onya, my grandaughter.

#children #daughters #growingup #parents #parenting

Donna Jul 2017

School as now finished (haikustyle)

School as now finished
Summer holidays are here
My son is happy

<3 **

Can't believe my youngest son has just finished his first year in senior school wow time sure does fly x

#haikustyle #child #growingup #motherslove

Josh Jul 2017

Youth

My skin looks old, i feel it in my bones
I am growing weary, can you hear me
Can you give my eyes the gleam, can you help me sleep and dream
Can you bring back smiles, memories playing over to laughter
Instead of remembering every self inflicted disaster
My mind grows weary of constant fights, i just want to sleep at night
I've seen, too many times, the sun dancing with the moon at midnight
The way the moon glances at the night, gets me every time
Even the dark has someone, like the day has the sun
When i ask where is mine they say, your life has just begun
But if this is youth where is the fun, has it gone already
Is it time to grow up, has summer flown by
I am soon to the grave

#personal #depression #ageing #growingup #young #sad

Ravanna Dee Dec 2016

A leaf

It sways in and out of my thoughts.
Like a fall leaf on a slim tree limb.
Decisive on weather it should just
hold on or let go.
Risk the drop,
or cling onto the only thing it's known.
I am a leaf and you are my rugged branch.
You were my stronghold for a while,
but now I want to taste the wind!
So, sadly, I must let go of us.
I must learn to fall a little
if I ever want to rise.
Let the wind take me places I've never been before.

#love #life #relationships #fall #fly #rise #wind #parents #growingup #leaf

Cat Wilson Jun 2017

First Breathe

All in the name of life, from the moment you catch your first breath of fresh air, that is then delivered all throughout your lungs, all in your muscles making its way to the power house; your brain. From that point on everything falls in place. You are immediately showered in love and affection. It may be overwhelming to you but you don't know what this is. To you, you see shapes, stretching their faces right up close to your face. But before all this, right when you were put on this earth... it was mute for a split second then all of a sudden all the immense sounds came rushing into your little compact head filling it up with little tingles in your ears bright lights in your face and from that point on you cried. Screamed, kicked, breathed; repeat. Until you were placed in the arms of an angel like person, the person who brought you into this world. A women who brought you warmth and safety from that point on. She cherished you and loved for you. She would go out of her way in any situation to make sure you came first. Holding your hand making sure you'd be okay. Years passed by and your first day of kindergarten is soon around the corner! You're riding the bus! Like a big kid. That night you and your mom picked everything out from clothes to extra bandaids in your backpack just incase you'd need any. She'd tuck you in and give you a extra big hug and give you millions of kisses on your cheeks. She gets ready to walk out and smiles one last time, it's an unsteady smile one holding back tears and happiness. Walks slowly back to her room and quietly shuts the door and faintly cries. It's as if se was looking at an old memory book. Reliving all the great memories she once had still holding onto. "Where'd all the time go" or "how'd he grow up so fast" is all that rushing throughout her head.

Son growing up. Painful for mother. Ps- not quite done...

#mother #sadness #realization #growingup #birth #beauty #life #simplicity #love #family

Tala Jun 2017

Abyss

Dad,
I am no longer your little girl
you can no longer protect me
not from the monsters within.

In a black hole you see me falling
In dark corners curling,
In the bottom of oceans sailing;
storms stonewalling.

Dad, you might think I am thralled -
But I tell you!

In my bed
I am appalling, trawling
reaching
for something to grasp
trying to calm myself down
Shoving the memories back.

Fighting the demons.
I see them
sprawling across
me
my dreams
my lungs
my THOUGHTS..
    my thoughts
          my thoughts...

DAD!!

I am betrayed
by my own mind...
          my body
          is REBELLING against me...

Despite the mountains
I trained
to carry
above my shoulders...

Some days -
Some days it feels
I am skinned alive...

One breeze of air
is enough to run sirens
alerting a world of
A BILLION neurons

Leaving me
stranded
agonised
looking for shelter,
wishing I can
crawl back
to my mother's womb
    sit, curl, and hold my legs -
    grasp the umbilical cord
    hear her heartbeat
1... 2...
Breath... In... Out...

Dear Dad,
don't you worry.
You raised a strong girl.
patiently she learnt -
how to beautifully braid
her fears and tears.

Your little girl
learnt how to play-
with the monsters nested in the head....
and the monsters under the bed.... into poetic ink
and art on the wall
she transformed them all.

She is a survivor, who copes

That said...

Every now and then
in my own bubble
you'll see me
slipping
in my favourite corner
sitting
unconsciously
graves for my unborn children
digging
not seeing a point for
living.

Deep inside
I will be silently screaming
I am brave
I am brave
But I am
slightly cursed
scarred
wishing I was still
your little girl

#father #dad #sad #depression #growingup #pain #movingon