Best Tender Age Poems
Confused Beliefs At a Tender Age Part 1It's safe to assume I had a pretty unorthodox childhood. The blunt of the trauma and confusion being from an innocently named building known as the Stonehouse. Though after the assembly broke up, I believe they changed it to Foundations. Doesn't really matter. My beliefs...
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Categories:
tender age, abuse, corruption, dad, day,
Form:
Narrative
Confused Beliefs At a Tender Age Part 2It's hard to believe that was the "tame side" of the church when I was growing up. I can only imagine what it was like in its heyday. For reasons I still can't explain, the Stonehouse broke up and people were eventually free to live...
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Categories:
tender age, abuse, corruption, me, people,
Form:
Narrative
Robbed At a Tender AgeShe plays with her tiny fingers, closely held on the rough walls of there small little mud thatched house, her deep brown angelic eyes gazed into mine, an innocent smile, happy, blissful unaware of the ghetto mayhem, with no shoes she walks by and says...
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Categories:
tender age, absence, angel, beauty, care,
Form:
Free verse
The Tender AgeThe tender age I once knew,
Yet so far in my memory,
It still holds true.
Like a child wanting to explore,
What really goes on behind love's door.
The tenderness, oh how fast it fades,
For you see, you have only moments to waste.
Soon you find yourself lonely and...
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Categories:
tender age, confusion, imagination, love,
Form:
Lyric