Youth Poems | Examples of Youth Poetry

There Is a rhythm I could never get Until then. Onstage, Watching the conductor, my page. I was set on getting it And I did- And the conductor smiles A smile so big it reaches to hell And back. Well, I smile back A smile so big It...Read the rest...

A tune flickered on the radio As we waltzed into the kitchen My hand wraps around yours As I flick on the stove top with the other. You grab a pot out of the cupboard And I grab...Read the rest...

Innumerable souls got detached from their bodies Like leaves falling off from their trees The war is going against the clock And the folks there are choking from the smoke The minds of them are made with the...Read the rest...

Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw myself as big as...Read the rest...

Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that built it except the Lord keep the city, the watchman walked in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit...Read the rest...

I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too damaged to hug myself Then I'll let my pen tell stories...Read the rest...

Radio’s on loud at the crack of dawn though it blared to the full moon too A couple of fans whir all day ...Read the rest...

We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, when they...Read the rest...

Your skin is silk, my fingers dance As we entwine, our hearts take a chance In the darkness, our love shines bright A flame that burns, a passion that's right Your touch ignites, a fire that spreads Through every nerve,...Read the rest...

If true that old age is but a bad habit … what can youth become _____ Divorcing passion from intellect Two orphans created Homeless together — inside of one soul _____ If you want to be free First be a prisoner A captive of prescience An inmate — of self ------- Contradiction … a privilege...Read the rest...

A baseball glove lies on its back in a trunk of items once fresh and youthful now discarded for love and marriage perhaps a stroller whose blue-eyed ...Read the rest...

Written By: D. Collins 5/9/24 A triple-knee crack and a hip not ready to move. Are signs an OG (old guy) should hand over his tools. Don't push it to the limit trying to throw a football. And,...Read the rest...

She turns sixteen one cold December clime He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime The core is sore, this shriveled Rose is birthed Though frigid Rose, she seeks to now resorb In...Read the rest...

Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young! Their visions of life have just begun. Encourage their future road. Reassure their load, reachable rung. Teachable, achievable code, in a continuous mode to reap rewards of what they’ve begun. Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young! ...Read the rest...

Does it all matter? That I am gay, I am a lesbian? Does it all matter? that I am transgender, I am Intersexual? or rather Asexual? tell me, Why does it matter how I walk, How I dress, How I speak. Is my confidence threatening...Read the rest...