Poems about grow

There will come a time
When the one who planted you
Will be nowhere to be found.
You'll wonder
Why they'd left you
As such a little sprout.
But then you'll start to realize
That maybe it's your time to
Bloom
Without someone to water you.

Maybe it's time to rely on the rain.

I'm confined to my house,
Until the day I realise
My fault,
But then again,
I have no fault.
I only said, 'I need a break',
Is that so hard to
Take?
You can be all fake,
And if I make
A mistake,
Then my life's on stake,
You think life's
A piece of cake?
Well, honey the answer to
This question is 'no',
Now please growup for heaven's sake!

Strong and sturdy,
Like a well-believed lie.
Your arms stretch out
Grasping for some kind
Of truth. What has
Your face seen? So
Weathered and creased.
I wish I could fall
Into you. Put my feet in
The earth. Grow as strong
In my convictions as you
Do to withstand time.

Is it crazy to want your
Strength? Can I put
My hands on your
Roughness and myself
Become rough? I want
My limbs to bear the
Weight that yours do.
I want them to stay
Strong through never
Ending change.

Is it crazy to
Want your strength?
A strength so rawly
Beautiful and intense that
Nothing short of
Death could diminish
It?

I want to learn
Your unspoken
Lessons. I want to sit
And listen to the wind
Whisper your secrets.
I want to hold a lifetime
Of experience under one
Stern mask. I want to
Be strong and sturdy.
Like a well-believed
Lie.

My wife brought home a little man
He really doesn't talk very much
He mostly cries and sucks his thumb
And he poops a lot and such

A lot of times he just stares at me
Well, I cant just let him win
So I stare him down, til he's crosseyed
With drool running down his chin

He wears this thing called a diaper
You know, like speedos for a little dude
Everytime I tell him to put on some clothes
My wife says, "Quit being rude"

He drinks his milk from a bottle
I tell him to grow up, and be a man
So I hurry and finish my rootbeer
To show him I can crush a can

I told my wife he's not much of a man
He can't even grow a beard
Then I caught them playing patty cakes
The one thing that I've always feared

So I finally accused my wife of cheating
She said, "You idiot this is your child"
I said, "I knew that, do you think I'm stupid? "
She didn't answer, she just sit there and smiled

Well, I finally grew accustomed to his face
And it just couldn't be any finer
As long as he puts some clothes on
And stays out of my recliner

You know what I can't understand? When people see hardships in life as a struggle and blame other people or God for their problems. If anything, be grateful for your time of difficulty. Say thank you with a smile on your face and then sit it out and focus on improving yourself. In the end, you'll only come out stronger and a better person than you were before.

It's painful that we have to go through hurt in order to undergo change. But it is necessary - and that is often forgotten. We all need to change and the only way we can do that is if we do something out of our comfort zones. If we don't change, we cannot grow. And growth is one of the most crucial parts of life.

I firmly believe happiness is a choice. No matter what situation, we have the power to make it a good or bad one.

It's all a decision that we make. The way we choose to perceive a situation can determine the entire outcome.

I've succumbed to the fact that I am not good.

That I am some sadistic crusher of dreams, fates, wonder.

I am thus, I do thusly.


I am a destroyer of dreams.

Of all those good things.

A crusher of moths.


Foaming at the mouth.

Drooling at the prospect of all at once.

The want.

The need.

The cake and the presence of cake.


You look at me.

Sad.

Pathetic.

Endearing in being so weak.


The conquering of the mountain of you.

Done.

Complete.


I am the master here.

I win the game.

Every game.

Pick a game.

I win.


Everywhere I go

I can get you.

Have gotten you.

Could drop you and get you again.

Could craft an army of You's.

Them's

Us's


The luck of being the shade that I'm looking at currently.

So finite a selection of people.

Raise your glass to that if anything.

Enjoy the ride while you're on it.


At least be conscious of it.

Set yourself apart in that way.

Impress me with your special qualities.

Make me notice you.

Don't lose my interest.


I grow bored.

The jealous rage,
The madness,
Forced to walk
A different way,
Fed a chain,
Howling at the moon,
Hopes, dreams,
No luck,
We don't see love,
We don't think,
Nothing,
As we look above,
I just want to laugh,
In the sun.

If flowers can grow back even after they've been stepped on,
I can get better, even after you.
If flowers can grow back even after a monsoon,
I can get along without you.
If flowers can grow back even after poison,
I can remove your toxins.
If flowers can grow back even after weeds take over,
I can remove you and make myself better.
I am a flower.
You were a weed.
He is my gardener.
And now I am green.