
Poems about growing up describe the experiences, challenges, and emotions associated with the journey from childhood to adulthood.
Growing up teaches you how to do things on your own. The ups and downs you face while growing up are like life lessons.
They teach you how to handle different situations. Eventually, you will become an adult who can contribute to the world. Whether it’s through your job, helping others, or sharing your talents,.
Many poems about growing up focus on the concept of coming of age, symbolizing the transition from childhood to maturity.
These poems celebrate the freedom and responsibility that come with growing older. They are like a mirror reflecting the journey from being a kid to becoming more grown-up.
Let’s read some poems about growing up and enjoy our journey through it.
Looking Forward
By Robert Louis Stevenson
When I am grown to man’s estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.
You Were Born With potential.
You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.
Wonder
Water the wonder
that lives in your brain.
Water your wonder
with questions like rain.
The more that you ask
the more you will know.
And watering wonder
will help wonder grow.
Wallow in wonder
wherever you go.
A Mother’s Love
By Line Gauthier
My child,
As you climb
Life’s journey
To the best of my ability
I will have your back
And steady your ladder
Always I will encourage you
So whenever you look back
You will see my smiling face
Supporting and proud
Cheering you on
Unwavering I will be
At the foot of your ladder
Sky And Tree And Hill And All
By Annette Wynne
Sky and tree and hill and all,
I could touch you were I tall;
But I shall not even try,
Great big tree and hill and sky;
I shall stay down here, and see
All the little things like me,
And let all the big things be,
Till I grow up wise and tall,
Sky and tree and hill and all.
The Voice
By Shel Silverstein
There is a voice inside of you
that whispers all day long,
‘I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.’
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
or wise man can decide
what’s right for you – just listen to
the voice that speaks inside.
The Return
By John Burroughs
He sought the old scenes with eager feet —
The scenes he had known as a boy;
“Oh, for a draught of those fountains sweet,
And a taste of that vanished joy!”
He roamed the fields, he wooed the streams,
His schoolboy paths essayed to trace;
The orchard ways recalled his dreams,
The hills were like his mother’s face.
O sad, sad hills! O cold, cold hearth!
In sorrow he learned this truth —
One may return to the place of his birth,
He cannot go back to his youth.
Childish Griefs
By Emily Dickinson
Softened by Time’s consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood’s citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood’s realm,
So easy to repair.
The Scholar
By Annette Wynne
When I was ignorant and small
I used to have great fun all day,
But now that I am wise and tall
I must pretend I never play;
And so whenever people look
I keep my eyes tight on my book.
My Heart Leaps Up
By William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Sky And Tree and Hill and All
By Annette Wynne
Sky and tree and hill and all,
I could touch you were I tall;
But I shall not even try,
Great big tree and hill and sky;
I shall stay down here, and see
All the little things like me,
And let all the big things be,
Till I grow up wise and tall,
Sky and tree and hill and all.
The Scholar
By Annette Wynne
When I was ignorant and small
I used to have great fun all day,
But now that I am wise and tall
I must pretend I never play;
And so whenever people look
I keep my eyes tight on my book.
Solace
By Ruby Archer
Though Life will rob me of my childhood days,
And hedge a way for free, unbidden feet,
It cannot steal my childhood thoughts and lays,
Nor break the spell that lets me hear the beat
Of Nature’s heart, and catch her whisper sweet.
Before Sleep,
By Catherine Anderson
I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.
The Voice,
By Shel Silverstein
There is a voice inside of you
that whispers all day long,
‘I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.’
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
or wise man can decide
what’s right for you – just listen to
the voice that speaks inside.
The Flight of Youth,
By Richard Henry Stoddard
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign:
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain:
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.
Before Sleep
By Catherine Anderson
I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.
Kid
Twelve years ago I knew nothing but fun
No place to go but fields under the sun
Twelve years ago I laughed at my mistakes
Now a single smile, I can’t even make!
Ten years ago I knew a bit ’bout pain
But there was always someone who could stop the rain
Ten years ago I could still dry my tears
Now there’s nothing I can do to ease my fears!
Three years ago I thought love was a fairytale
I didn’t know I was wrong until the day I failed
Three years ago it was easy to mend my heart
But now this pain is tearing me apart!
Wish I could go back to those years in my life
Wish I could give up this crazy fight
I know I can no longer take back the words I said
That now I’m a grown up and the kid in me is dead!
This is all about short poems about growing up.