Youth Poems | Examples of Youth Poetry

You were not real. But I gave you every real part of me. Stitched you from sighs I didn’t release and silences that lingered too long. I traced your face in fogged mirrors, named you in the ache before sleep. You kissed me in dreams but left my lips colder when I woke. You said all the right things, because I wrote your dialogue. Touched...

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Black top was miles and miles away Dirt road as far as you could see The future just a minute away Was everything you wanted it to be Taking our time but not slowing down Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground Up with the sun, chasing the moon around Dirt road living with a real country sound The black top...

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"Everyone's Searching" (Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm) Verse 1 (G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold (G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old (G) Some want only to (C) make love (G) Others want a love to (D) hold (G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul Verse 2 (G) Some seek for pleasure, (C)...

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They told her, "Words are just air". But air can bruise, and silence can tear. She learned to bleed in quiet tones, Each syllable a crack in bones. They carved her name in crooked lies, They laughed when truth leaked from her eyes. Words were chains that held her tight, sweet on tongues, but edged with bite. They dressed...

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Shayari bunne waali zubaan, Ab formulas ratte hain. Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath, Ab projects likhte hain. Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the, Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain. Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the, Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain. Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the, Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar...

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one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still craving your only...

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The simmer of a summer sky by favor of the golden sun Invites my mind to seek and play such memories...

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I am a hatchling Who hardly knows a thing, I don't have much of a past, The world is wide and vast, I don't know what to do In my life that's bran-new, I need someone to lead me To where I should go and be. I am a hatchling, Warmth is essential in the night; Soon I'll be a fledgling Once I've grown feathers for...

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There’s living a life, with the wind in your face.. Chasing the sun in a faraway place. Hearts beating wild on a mountain’s high peak.. Finding the magic that most never seek. And then there are those in the grip of the grind.. With dreams set aside and the clockwork in mind. Paying off walls they barely call home.. Counting the days...

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I remember him seated on a bench in the park all alone A young man who did not feel at home Pleasant...

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I held a ruler to the sky No reason why, I'd just comply They told me dreams should stay below But still, I stretched, I had to know They said "The moon is not for you" "You are just a girl, you'll fade from view" But I would climb up to the roof and whisper stars my quiet truth They called me odd,...

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I keep planting gardens in my wounds, wondering why everything tastes like rust. Maybe I don’t want to heal— maybe I just want prettier scars. Some nights, I mistake my reflection for something I’m supposed to save. It’s not love. It’s recognition. I keep circling the fire because I built it. I don’t miss the pain— I miss having something to blame. I never wanted happiness. I wanted...

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A lifetime or two in a past far away There lives for me still, through a thicket of gray The brilliance of love for the world I once knew In more than just memories on pictures books blue The city...

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Down the aisle, a princess draped in grace, Tracing dreams upon silken white, A smile, a beacon of love’s caress, Yet shadowed whispers steal my light. Down the aisle, a tale unfolds anew, Of devotion woven, steadfast and bright, Where laughter dances, where grief holds true, Yet love remains, an eternal rite. As I gaze, your radiance near divine, Each step dissolves what once...

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Red roses in hand, A lad gives on his way— First flower blooms bright. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This haiku captures the tender offering of a first flower—a quiet symbol of new beginnings and the unspoken bloom of feeling. In its simplicity lies a powerful gesture, marking the quiet start of something beautiful, hopeful, and unknown....

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