Best Young Adult Poems
Young adult where is your degree?
Young adult get a job and pay your taxes
Pay back your HELB loan and get cleared
Young adult get an anticorruption certificate
Young adult ensure you are Debt Free you must pay for it.
Young adult, Remember your responsibilities
The expectations from the society and your people
where is your wife Young adult?
Your mother needs grandchildren
Find a wife before the old-rich men grab all the young girls
Find a wife before all the young girls are killed.
Young adult go get a house
You are too old to sleep at your parents'
Young adult take care of your own bills
Your patents expect you to support them now
Not the other way round
Young adult think and think.
Young adult, be patriotic, take part in nation building
Young adult vote, Count that for your country you fought
Select leaders and tolerate their corrupt ways
Every five years fall for the same things they say
Young adult You are the centre of life
Energetic and witty, the true gears for change.
Young adult, find your safe places
Those that are occupied by the wrong persons
Young adult let your hand count in the youth fund
Young adult let your voice be heard in matters of land
Young adult when the tax is high wax not your mouth.
19 Times Repeating Young adult with your permission
Realize the weight of your description, Your mission
To ensure continuity and survival trends for the future
Realize the Cup on your head, to quench the thirst of the earth
Young adult realize the size of the shoe you fit, largest size
Let it fit your feet.
Let it fit Young adult persevere the heat
If it is too much, Take time to cool that feet
It is ok to find another shoe. The feet does grow
Still a long way to go life must flow
But be sure your shoe size to know
If you are to goo far and fast to better the past.
Our future cannot be from this to worst.
Addiction my Friend
Poet: Migdalia Torres
No one knows the shadows that fall when
addiction rules a minor’s soul
Addiction my friend that raises me
Lord help me not to pretend,
The hell I am going through to concord this
Addiction my friend, it will be to the end
Farewell to Hope, Love, and Glory
No one will know until I am buried in this snow
Addiction my friend we will depart only at the end
God forgive my soul, for addiction took its toll
Now no one cares, but the addiction was there in my time of despair
Addiction my friend that raises me
This virus took my soul,
but the addiction was there to comfort my pain and sorrow
Addiction my friend you fail me at the end
Addiction my friend that raises me
The Biblical book of Genesis poetically recounts the undetermined time of creation as happening in a week of seven days. As I look back upon life, which has gone by so quickly, it seems that eighty-six plus years have been
accomplished in a week of years, i.e., a long life in earth terms, yet seems it began only seven weeks ago. I’ve entitled the following poem “My Life: A Week of Years.” It summarizes a long life and measures it as only seven weeks in time.
During the first week of years of life
I looked in the mirror for the first time
There gawking back was a seven-year-old lad
Full of energy and the grin of a playground champion
On the second week of years of life
In the mirror was a naïve, immature, lanky teenager
Neither a child nor an adult, just a rack of emotions
Thinking he knew it all, but knew nothing at all
On the third week of years of life
A young adult fixed upon the image in the mirror
Trying to discover who he was and who he might be
Anxious about today and wondering about tomorrow
On the fourth week of years of life
The mirror revealed a husband and father
Shoulders loaded with responsibilities and expectations
Struggling in a world of work, unrest, fear, and war
On the fifth week of years of life
The mirror was full of a middle-aged man
Children grown, educated, employed, and gone
Empty nest, much debt, and baskets full of memories
On the sixth week of years of life
The mirror showed a grey-haired man
Who had accomplished much, yet not enough
Facing retirement and its uncertainties
On the seventh week of years of life
The mirror reflected a foggy view of an old man
One that had traveled and experienced so much
Standing side by side with Father Time
The last hours of that seventh week
Are ticking away in double time
As the hour hand nears the number twelve
A vision of that energetic boy appears
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel leaves nothing
But a heartbeat lost
Towards the novel
The internal contents read
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
Young adult where is your degree?
Young adult get a job and pay your taxes
Pay back your HELB loan and get cleared
Young adult get an anticorruption certificate
Young adult ensure you are Debt Free you must pay for it.
Young adult, Remember your responsibilities
The expectations from the society and your people
where is your wife Young adult?
Your mother needs grandchildren
Find a wife before the old-rich men grab all the young girls
Find a wife before all the young girls are killed.
Young adult go get a house
You are too old to sleep at your parents'
Young adult take care of your own bills
Your patents expect you to support them now
Not the other way round
Young adult think and think.
Young adult, be patriotic, take part in nation building
Young adult vote, Count that for your country you fought
Select leaders and tolerate their corrupt ways
Every five years fall for the same things they say
Young adult You are the centre of life
Energetic and witty, the true gears for change.
Young adult, find your safe places
Those that are occupied by the wrong persons
Young adult let your hand count in the youth fund
Young adult let your voice be heard in matters of land
Young adult when the tax is high wax not your mouth.
19 Times Repeating Young adult with your permission
Realize the weight of your description, Your mission
To ensure continuity and survival trends for the future
Realize the Cup on your head, to quench the thirst of the earth
Young adult realize the size of the shoe you fit, largest size
Let it fit your feet.
Let it fit Young adult persevere the heat
If it is too much, Take time to cool that feet
It is ok to find another shoe. The feet does grow
Still a long way to go life must flow
But be sure your shoe size to know
If you are to goo far and fast to better the past.
Our future cannot be from this to worst.
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel excuses no mortal
Heartbeat is a cannibal
Towards the novel
Extremities become red
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
I stood at the threshold
Of a promising life,
Ready to step out bold,
Face challenges and strife.
I wanted to soar,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Eager to conquer more,
To reach really high.
One fateful day I awoke,
To a painful, swollen knee,
In one terrible stroke,
It changed what I was to be.
Multiple hospital trips,
And neverending tests.
Our hearts missed a skip,
Yet we hoped for the best.
"Osteosarcoma"
Was the dreaded disease.
I felt dazed, in a coma;
My brain seemed to freeze.
My family drowned in tears,
My future looked so bleak.
Haunted by many fears,
Uncertain, depressed, meek.
My dreams torn and tattered,
A maelstrom of emotions.
My parents were shattered;
Were there any solutions?
Would I ever walk again?
Would I lose my lower limb?
Would I become a burden?
The situation was grim.
My folks offered prayers,
With devotion and fervor.
Could unkindly fate dare
Snatch their son forever?
My doctor reassured me,
On his face a kind smile;
"There's no need to worry;
You'll be fine in awhile."
He explained me the treatment,
And then asked "Is that clear?"
I was filled with resentment,
Worried for those I held dear.
They excised the tumor,
Chemotherapy began.
I was plagued by bad humor,
Wondering at God's plans.
It seemed an eternity;
Painful weeks crawling by.
I wallowed in self pity.
All alone, I would cry.
Now that is all over.
The disease has been cured.
I feel I'm in clover
I feel reassured.
The dark clouds have vanished.
I have jettisoned gloom,
My demons I have banished,
And let optimism bloom.
My life is now settled,
I like working, have fun.
I am in fine fettle.
This battle I have
I bit into the hardest of suckers
‘Cause I’m no longer a big huge baby
With moods a lot like teeter-totters.
Now, I’m who I always wanted to be.