Upbringing Poems

Upbringing poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of upbringing poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on upbringing are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Daughter

Daughter short poem

Born today on unknown earth I wrapped you up as my own I take you on my lap as precious You’re ignorant child for me You’re God’s gift for me How to make you a woman I think How to

Being A Mother

Being A Mother prose poem

Motherhood — Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge Or both of them finely rolled Into a status unique and strange ? A privilege granted by the supreme Maker To all female beings here on the earth Deeming them

I Am You

I Am You ballad

I am a product of you all, Everyone tried to shape my life. While I tried to please all I forgot to please myself. One day you wake up, You wonder where, where did my life go. I ran through

Thou

Thou short poem

Thou happened to me as happenth an enlightenment To a lonely thinker who seekth a truth in clouds, As the wildest storm unwanted, unforsighted, And benignly coped all my bleeding flaws. Yeah, surely thou a creature of the Artist, Of

Gangs

Gangs short poem

Sometimes I throw up gang signs I wonder why. 2. I am not in a gang, I am just a person. 3. I choose not to be in gang, I wonder why. 4. Is it because when I was young child,

Poems containing references to : Upbringing

Magneficent Century

Magneficent Century long poem

I was turning Eight when I met him First in Nineteen Fifty Eight He looked to me so tall while for him I was too small His gentle smile and pat on my back sent me straight into dizzy heights

Daddy – Yeoman Of My Life

Daddy   Yeoman Of My Life short poem

As I descended on this Earth, You were the first male face I knew after my birth. You nurtured me with your deep insights….. Though, I gave You troubled times and sleepless nights At times, when You straightened me, I

Mother’s Love

Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure, In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten, Her life circles around her bundle of joy, Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable, Her morning & evening, one & the same, Whether

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother !

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother  ! prose poem

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She

Time To Reconcile

Time To Reconcile long poem

Daily chores has no place for sentiment each one has plans earmarked for the day Busy person has no time to spare time with near and dear lazy person has no mind to think about near and dear Present generation

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

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Be Not That Breeze

Be Not That Breeze prose poem

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

A Calling Of Angels

A Calling Of Angels long poem

whispers.. velvet vibations taunt for what do we seek eyes, hands & wings faint laughter pause to a slow pitched sound angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement closer then ever before many evoke fear a cast of feathers drifting

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

The Man, I Need

A girl of twenty I am, you will say, Not matured to search a man now, That’s the fault of your new specs, In old face; renew your face, not specs; Things changed a lot, you will see. Whole world,

Is Poetry Barbaric ?

Is Poetry Barbaric ? short poem

Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may

A Letter To Jesus

A Letter To Jesus ode

Oh Lord Jesus, lover of my soul, He that shineth upon my poor heart. Cleanse me of every ungodly role that pierces thee like a fiery dart. Deliver my soul I beseech thee, from the deceiver’s ravenous jaws. Cause me

Geständnis

Geständnis short poem

I love how your eyes light up at the sound of some game It’s like you have been craving for your own fame I love the simplicity of your hair Because for me it may seem like a warfare I

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Once upon these rocks Sat a maiden glowing Hair tossing wildly In the wind, just flowing But lights grew dimmer With the sun that’s setting The sky turned greyish And night started falling. Never was a night so dreary As

When Will I Grow Up

When Will I Grow Up short poem

Sitting in my room at night, having a drink and a cigarette Wondering about my life so far, haven’t I grown up yet? If I still like to do, all the things that I did When I was younger and

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing

Endless Story Of A Shadow Fleeing short poem

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

Smokers’ Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks!

Smokers Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks! long poem

Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds

A Quarter For My Soul

A Quarter For My Soul short poem

I begged at the corner of the street but no one understood: only a bit of sunshine please, it costs half a dollar by tram to get out from the shadow of civilized ghettos, to renounce my cornflakes with yogurt,

Love Sonnet 83

Love Sonnet 83 sonnet poems

If you should leave me, leave me not a kiss, To make me think that you are still around, Or reminisce the days with you in bliss, And walk in midair, inches from the ground; Care not to even shake

Obituary To School Children Killed In Pakistan

Obituary To School Children Killed In Pakistan short poem

Stalking death, pale faced Invaded the gods’ nest Turning it into the valley of dead In loving company of blind sense. Nations awake, staring to each other with surprising faces Smelt the blood of innocents, tiny faced, Embarking upon tolling

Your Love Keeps Me Company

Your Love Keeps Me Company short poem

It hurts but not that much Its gives pain but I soon get over it Your absence from my life Is a silence which only my heart can hear In the silence of night In the brightness of the day

Evening Shadows

Evening Shadows prose poem

Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little

You’re My Hero

Youre My Hero long poem

Well and you are one of a kind There’s no one in the world like you I know ‘cuz you lift me up so high When I’m down so low… That’s why you’re My Hero and I Know I ain’t

Hibernation

Hibernation short poem

It’s winter now. A sea of flaking whites with Few Mahonias and Jacquelines blooming bright Just the way you’d loved them. Of flowers, now I’d rather you be a wreath on my bosom Than a lonely rose on the lapel.

A Story

A Story short poem

A story can tell, what no one else can show A story shares feelings, that stay hidden away. A story can mean, something no one can understand. A story can give, something only you can receive. A story can show,

Love You

Love You short poem

“Doubt that the sun doesn’t glow… doubt that the wind doesn’t blow, doubt that the river doesn’t flow…. But don’t ever doubt the friendship (love) I owe!!!!” “My life without you, is like sky without blue, autumn without dew, ship

Woman Thou Art Precious

Woman Thou Art Precious short poem

Woman thou art precious Do not disdain it as something trivial Defer not its presence Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure Let not the doctor’s scalpel panic you Woman thou art precious Hear not to frightening

Clowns

Clowns short poem

Why do the clowns Have to die? They take their lives, Please tell me why. His world is always happy, He is not like you and I. A clown is always funny, He never gets to cry. He hides in

Spring’s child

Spring’s child short poem

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

Flights Of Fancy

Flights Of Fancy short poem

“I long to flee from here and hide in a corner of your soul, as the one deserted by his brood in a land unknown; not a ray to light my path, not a shadow to comfort me! I long

The Walk Of Life

The Walk Of Life short poem

I don’t know it’s the right turn or the wrong, Walking down the deserted dark road, Knowing not its a puddle filled way with thorns Or a soothing walk on a rosy bay, A beam of sunlight, A ray of

Sarcastic

Sarcastic short poem

Rose appears rosy when accepted by a Beauty Rose becomes thorny when rejected by beauty Mind is in upbeat when one gives respect Mind is disturbed when got snubbed ones mind when pure makes other feel secure One whose nature

Senses Of Love

Senses Of Love long poem

She is the color of dusk, Just before it begins to rain. A shade of orange From the setting sun, A pinch of yellow, From the street lamps, A sprinkle of red, From the pregnant clouds. There is a name

Your absence

Your absence short poem

The soul of the song missing from my lips Reverberates in the shower and dies. Outside, the koyal coos. Like a spurned lover. Tireless. Insistent. Indignant. Echoing footsteps drown the inner monologue And heartbeats keep time with a lone drop of water

Love Sonnet 97

Love Sonnet 97 sonnet poems

Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though