Growing Up Poems Collections – 12 Poems for Every Adult to Reflect On

Growing up poems reflect on everyone’s childhood and bring memories.

When children are young, it always seems to be a desire of theirs to grow up as fast as they possibly can.

As soon as they do grow up, they instantly find themselves wishing to be young again. This process can prove to be a difficult one as far as encapsulating feelings towards it goes.

Growing up Poems Collections, for Every Adult will help you reflect deeply into the past life of your youth. The following poems are good enough to make you smile while reading them.

1. Title: “Sweet are the Flowers of Life”

Charming blooms of life,
Adorned my joyous days at home.
Gentle are the flowers of life,
From my childhood, when I’d roam.

In the company of my father,
Sweet blooms marked our shared abode.
Delicate are the flowers of life,
When children played, freely strolled.

Amidst the glow of night’s lamps,
Sweet blooms cast their gentle light.
Endearing are the flowers of life,
As summer blossoms, a pure delight.

Though winter’s snow may claim,
Sweet blooms of life, now asleep.
Yet, with the arrival of spring,
They awaken from slumber deep.

2. Title: “Embers”

I spoke, “My youth has waned,
Extinguished like a fire in the rain.
No longer will it dance and sing,
Or frolic with the wind’s playful fling.”

I declared, “It’s not a grand sorrow,
That stifled my youth’s tomorrow.
Rather, countless little sorrows,
Relentlessly beating, no tomorrows.”

Believing my youth had fled,
Yet, you returned, I was misled.
Like a flame beckoned by the breeze,
It surged and blazed with ease.

Casting off its ashen shroud,
Donning new attire, unbowed.
It offered itself as a bride,
Once more, in your love, did confide.

3. Title: “When I Was Twenty”

It was June, and I was twenty,
Wisdom, scant but aplenty.
Festina lente, a lesson unmet,
Youth departed, where, I forget.

Madeline descended the orchard,
Mischief in her eye, not discarded.
Half demure, half inviting,
Melting, wayward, wistful, shy.

Madeline ascended the orchard,
I sped down the hurrying world.
Now I know love knows no morrow,
Happiness, no distant by-and-by.

Youth departed, where’s the trace?
Wisdom, meager, but left a trace.
Festina lente, a lesson belated.
It was June, and I was twenty.

4. Title: “Mine Enemy is Growing Old”

My foe is aging now,
Revenge within my grasp somehow.
The taste of hatred starts to fade,
Those seeking vengeance, swift be made.

Hurry, for the dish swiftly flies,
A withered meal before your eyes.
Anger fed soon meets its end,
Starvation alone can make it mend.

The palate of hate departs,
As time weaves its fading arts.
Anger, when fed, quickly dies,
Its vigor wanes as hunger lies.

So let swift retribution find,
The fleeting viand of the unkind.
For anger, once sated and fed,
Fades away when left unfed.

5. Title: “The Cup of Life”

We sip life’s cup with eager thirst,
Shutting our eyes to fears accursed.
Along the golden rim, there streams
Our staining blood, our tearful dreams.

Yet, when the final hour arrives,
Hidden light within us thrives.
The band from startled eyes is torn,
We suffer, submit, in the morn.

It’s not for us to truly own
The cup that once in gold had shone.
Its shallow emptiness is deemed,
We did not drink—we merely dreamed.

As the echoes of time slowly fade,
We ponder the cup’s shallow charade.
In the realms of dreams and wistful gleam,
Life’s true essence, a profound stream.

6. Title: “To a Young Girl at a Window”

The weary soul ambles down the lane,
Content, oblivious to the strain.
Forgetting youth’s wild, springtime glee,
As life quietly sets, just like the sea.

You lean out to observe her tread,
Pitying, memories left unsaid.
For youth is tough, life is a quest,
In December’s hush, we find our rest.

Once wild and free in youthful spring,
Now echoes of life’s hardships sing.
A soul content, yet shadows remember,
December’s quiet, a subdued ember.

The march of time, a quiet street,
A tale of life, both bitter and sweet.
Yet, within the silent, December air,
Contentment finds its dwelling there.

7. Title “A Sailor Bold”

Sometimes I think I’d like to roam,
A sailor bold across the sea,
But how could Mother stay at home
And be so very far from me?

For who would sing my sleepy song,
And tuck me in my sailor bed,
And say God watches all night long,
And kiss me when my prayers are said?

I wonder if the sailor lad
Is very, very lonely when
The loud wind blows; and is he sad,
And does he long for home again?

So, after all, I would not roam,
Until I’m eight to seas afar,
While I am seven I’ll stay at home
Where Mother and her kisses are.

8. Title: “A Daughter of the States”

She has the eyes of a barbarian Queen,
Leading tribes into battle, fierce and keen.
Unconquerable soul defying the norm,
Love sits throned, imperious and warm.

Liberty, alone ‘mongst stars high,
Kneeling to God, beneath the sky.
Kindling her torch on Freedom’s stone,
In solitude, majestic and alone.

Regal with youth, beauty’s worth,
Queens reborn on earthly turf.
Boadicea, scorn she scorns,
Ermengarde, love for love adorns.

Amidst the clash of battle’s roar,
Her eyes reveal a tale of yore.
A sovereign spirit, fierce and bold,
In the story of the brave, untold.

9. Title: “Embracing Tomorrow Together“

Growing up is a climb, sometimes steep,
But with each step, your courage will seep.
Lean on the team, let their strength be your guide,
In the adventure of life, let nothing subside.

Challenges come, a test of your might,
Yet united we stand, ready to fight.
Responsibilities may weigh on your back,
Together we shoulder, lighten the pack.

Growing up can be hard, yet I’m telling you,
There’s no better team, steadfast and true.
Don’t feel afraid, we’re here to assist,
In the journey of life, you won’t be missed.

So here’s to growing up, a journey profound,
With a team of support, you’re forever bound.
Cherish the lessons, let your spirit fly,
For in unity, we’ll reach the sky.

10. Title: “Whispers of Youth“

In youth’s embrace, joy knew no end,
Ignorant and small, carefree I’d spend.
Yet wisdom came, and stature grew,
A mask of focus, play I outgrew.

Pretending now, in wisdom’s guise,
No time for play, a stern disguise.
Eyes on books, whenever eyes meet,
A facade of learning, oh, how discreet.

But deep within, nostalgia’s call,
Whispers of laughter, echoes enthrall.
Childhood’s joy, now tucked away,
In grown-up guise, a price to pay.

Yet, in this act, a part concealed,
The child within, yet unrevealed.
For life’s grand stage, a dual play,
A blend of youth and wisdom’s sway.

11. Title: “Fool’s Reminiscence“

I yearn for days of folly, past and bright,
When simple errands brought pure delight.
A purse tied to a string, sugar turned to salt,
Childhood pranks, a carefree somersault.

Now, a different fool, in stocks I delve,
Chasing gold, neglecting joy’s true wealth.
Bubble of fame, a hollow endeavor,
Trading health and happiness forever.

Once a fool of innocence, so grand,
Now tangled in life’s intricate strand.
Back to basics, to the school of prime,
Learn the fundamentals, the essence of time.

Longing for the days, carefree and cool,
To be the kind of fool from yesteryear’s rule.
Innocent laughter, the simple art,
Oh, to find joy in a gooseberry tart!

12. Title: “As I Watch You Grow“

In the womb’s embrace, a miracle’s start,
Beneath my heart, you found your part.
Growing swiftly, a journey to unfold,
Yet in my love, your story is told.

Swiftly you’re changing, like a gentle breeze,
Laughing, crying, and finding ease.
Through the years, as you chart your way,
In my heart, your essence will always stay.

As you step into life, my dear,
A journey ahead, free from fear.
Stand tall, embrace each new dawn,
For you’re my pride, my victory drawn.

With God’s love guiding your flight,
Through every challenge, every height,
You’re a winner, my cherished dove,
Wrapped in the rhythm of a mother’s love.

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