We dream of becoming a fireman or athlete, a doctor or teacher. As adults, we know that growing up isn’t always as magical as we once imagined. It is fraught with the disappointments and challenges that are a necessary to becoming a mature person. But growing up also is a time of wonder, discovery, and freedom. It holds the tender tension between your childish ways and the adult you’ll one day become. Our collection of poetry about children growing up will remind you of the joys and heartache of this special in-between time.
17 Beautiful Poems About Growing Up
If you’re looking for poems about growth or childhood poems that speak to getting older, our list below has you covered. Reading inspirational poems about growing up reminds you that, even as an adult, you are still evolving and learning – just as you did in your youth. Savor each poem and let your mind wander to your younger days.
1. You Were Born with Potential, by Rumi
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.
2. The Voice, by Shel Silverstein
There is a voice inside of youthat whispers all day long,‘I feel that this is right for me,I know that this is wrong.’No teacher, preacher, parent, friendor wise man can decidewhat’s right for you – just listen tothe voice that speaks inside.
3. Remember, by Joy Harjo
Remember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life, and her mother’s, and hers.Remember your father. He is your life, also.Remember the earth whose skin you are:red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earthbrown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have theirtribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows theorigin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all peopleare you. Remember you are this universe and thisuniverse is you.Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.Remember language comes from this.Remember the dance language is, that life is.Remember.
4. Grown Up, by Edgar Allan Guest
Last year he wanted building blocks,And picture books and toys,A saddle horse that gayly rocks,And games for little boys.But now he’s big and all that stuffHis whim no longer suits;He tells us that he’s old enoughTo ask for rubber boots.Last year whatever Santa broughtDelighted him to own;He never gave his wants a thoughtNor made his wishes known.But now he says he wants a gun,The kind that really shoots,And I’m confronted with a sonDemanding rubber boots.The baby that we used to knowHas somehow slipped away,And when or where he chanced to goNot one of us can say.But here’s a helter-skelter ladThat to me nightly scootsAnd boldly wishes that he hadA pair of rubber boots.I’ll bet old Santa Claus will sighWhen down our flue he comes,And seeks the babe that used to lieAnd suck his tiny thumbs,And finds within that little bedA grown up boy who hootsAt building blocks, and wants insteadA pair of rubber boots.
5. Looking Forward, by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I am grown to man’s estateI shall be very proud and great,And tell the other girls and boysNot to meddle with my toys.
6. Making a Man, by Nixon Waterman
Hurry the baby as fast as you can,Hurry him, worry him, making him a man.Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants,Feed him on brain foods and make him advance.Hustle him, soon as he’s able to walk,Into a grammar school; cram him with talk.Fill his poor head full of figures and facts,Keep on a-jamming them in till it cracks.Once boys grew up at a rational rate,Now we develop a man while you wait,Rush him through college, compel him to grabOf every known subject a dip or a dab.Get him in business and after the cash,All by the time he can grow a mustache.Let him forget he was ever a boy,Make gold his god and its jingle his joy.Keep him a-hustling and clear out of breath,Until he wins – nervous prostration and death.
7. When I Was One-and-Twenty, by A. E. Housman
When I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,“The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;’Tis paid with sighs a plentyAnd sold for endless rue.”And I am two-and-twenty,And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
8. In the Blink of an Eye, by Jennifer Betts
In the blink of the eye, my world started to change.I went from walking to running to climbing and playing.In the blink of an eye, I made friends.I was scared to leave but their warm eyes welcomed me on my first day.In the blink of an eye, I found my first love.With their good looks, I was lost in a moment.In the blink of an eye, I was growing up.Rather than classes and homework, I had to consider colleges and futures.In the blink of an eye, my world has changed.
9. A Mother’s Love, by Line Gauthier
My child,As you climbLife’s journeyTo the best of my abilityI will have your backAnd steady your ladderAlways I will encourage youSo whenever you look backYou will see my smiling faceSupporting and proudCheering you onUnwavering I will beAt the foot of your ladder
10. Before Sleep, by Catherine Anderson
I was in love with anatomythe symmetry of my bodypoised for flight,the heights it would takeover parents, lovers, a keenriding over truth and detail.I thought growing up would bethis rising from everythingold and earthly,not these faltering steps out the doorevery day, then back again.
11. I Remember, I Remember, by Thomas Hood
I remember, I remember,The house where I was born,The little window where the sunCame peeping in at morn;He never came a wink too soon,Nor brought too long a day,But now, I often wish the nightHad borne my breath away!I remember, I remember,The roses, red and white,The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,Those flowers made of light!The lilacs where the robin built,And where my brother setThe laburnum on his birthday,—The tree is living yet!I remember, I remember,Where I was used to swing,And thought the air must rush as freshTo swallows on the wing;My spirit flew in feathers then,That is so heavy now,And summer pools could hardly coolThe fever on my brow!I remember, I remember,The fir trees dark and high;I used to think their slender topsWere close against the sky:It was a childish ignorance,But now ’tis little joyTo know I’m farther off from heav’nThan when I was a boy. 19 Profound Heartbreak Poems You Will So Relate To 145 Mind-Blowing Questions To Bend Your Brain The Ultimate List Of 143 Life Lessons You Must Learn
12. 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 sweetFollowed 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.
13. Roots and Wings, by Dennis Waitley
If I had two wishes, I know what they would beI’d wish for Roots to cling to, and Wings to set me free;Roots of inner values, like rings within a treeand Wings of independence to seek my destiny.Roots to hold forever to keep me safe and strong,To let me know you love me, when I’ve done something wrong;To show me by example, and helps me learn to choose,To take those actions every day to win instead of lose.Just be there when I need you, to tell me it’s all right,To face my fear of falling when I test my wings in flight;Don’t make my life too easy, it’s better if I try,And fail and get back up myself, so I can learn to fly.If I had two wishes, and two were all I had,And they could just be granted, by my Mom and Dad;I wouldn’t ask for money or any store-bought things.The greatest gifts I’d ask for are simply Roots and Wings.
14. Foreign Lands, by Robert Louis Stevenson
Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door garden lie,Adorned with flowers, before my eye,And many pleasant places moreThat I had never seen before.I saw the dimpling river passAnd be the sky’s blue looking-glass;The dusty roads go up and downWith people tramping in to town.If I could find a higher treeFarther and farther I should see,To where the grown-up river slipsInto the sea among the ships,To where the road on either handLead onward into fairy land,Where all the children dine at five,And all the playthings come alive.
15. Amazing to See, by Catherine Pulsifer
It is amazing to seeHow big they can beYesterday so smallToday so tall.Children grow up so fastBabies they don’t lastThe years fly byIt can make you sigh.But watching them growIs like watching a showThe ups and downsThe tears and the clowns.But no matter what the ageAnd no matter what the stageOur love for our child always growsThey will always be our baby you know!
16. Wonder, by Amy Ludwig VanDerWater
Water the wonder that lives in your brain.Water your wonder with questions like rain.The more that you askthe more you will know.And watering wonderwill help wonder grow.Wallow in wonderwherever you go.
17. Don’t Quit, by Unknown
When Things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and debts are high,And you want to Smile but have to sigh.When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,As everyone of us sometimes learns,And many a failure turns about,When he might have won if he’d stuck it out,Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,You might succeed with another blow.Often the struggler has given up,When he might captured the victor’s cup.And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,How close he was to the golden crown,Success is failure turned inside out,The silver tint of clouds of doubt,And you never can tell how close you are,It may be near when it seems afar,So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit. Whether you’re a parent, teacher, a student, or someone who enjoys beautiful poetry, these inspirational poems about growing up can engage your curiosity and imagination. If you find one you love, write it down and commit it to memory. Share it with others who might enjoy a growing-up poem.
