Best Young Adults Poems
For Brother Jacob, our fellow poet,
who lives his life
real and true to the call of God:
COME INTO MY HOUSE LORD
Come into my house Lord.
Anoint my house with peace.
Adorn it with jewels of love.
May laughter ring from its walls.
Bring children that call -
that call upon the name
of the living God.
Break the tablets of sin.
Resurrect those ears and chins.
May light flow back into young eyes.
Let them not sleep with unholy light.
May their conversation be
holy and hopeful.
May it spread
like a passionate fire until the end,
for these children are yours;
raised for such a time as this.
Lord, let parents and grandparents
rest on your word, like a comfy-soft pillow.
May they primp and fluff the word of God,
reviving it, making it fresh
for those little ears
and teenagers
and young adults.
Come into my house, Lord.
Let your footsteps be found.
Let every room be blessed
with your oil of gladness.
Overflowing…overflowing -
flood of goodness, your lovingkindness.
Break the habit of sin.
Throw it into the pit.
Raise your arms.
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Blessings that can’t be contained.
They far outweigh the gods of yesterday.
9/7/2021
So slick, so brown, baked and bright
colour and flesh, bordered by voluptuous curves.
You’ve made praises of you beyond a man-made stuff;
on you alone, craft, art and sexuality, together mold.
Your every action, movement and word
are sprinkled with little erotic flakes.
The provokers of nature-bending desires
cling unto your waist like colourful beads.
Chocolate steams coming out of your inner refuge
give sweetness like pieces of sugarcane in coconut water.
Converting every attention towards you
to the longing of a voracious chew.
Heightened temperatures and senses make any soul cough
when seeing your bare carrying soft elements so bold.
Sight of you is honey for passions so tough,
they consume, exaggerate breath sounds and never grow old.
Sketches of you even from amateurs are never rough
and the layers beneath your skin are the purifiers of Gold.
Matured and serious young adults have faith in love
but to your passionate affection, I’m a complete extremist.
True Lovers and the Star
Under the clear night sky
sat a boy and a girl
who professed true love for each other
‘One day I will capture you a star’
said the boy confidently
The girl was amused
and cuddled up with him
deep inside his arms
They would grow into young adults
and would continue to go star gazing
‘My promise to you is real’
said the young man
The girl felt his love
and held his hand
with interlocking fingers
They would turn mid-age together
yet would still find their way under the night sky
‘I have not forgotten about your star’
said the now slightly graying man
Their love was true
and their kisses were as rich as ever
Old age reached them
and they looked out the window of the hospital room
up to the skies and they saw a shooting star
‘That star is for you my love’
he whispered as his final breath released him
For the first time she was alone
yet she had her star
The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults named Ivan and Eugene
Have learned about what it takes to rule their
Realm of green.
The Monarchy is so excited there will be two
Kings to take care of their domain.
The King and Queen
Have sent for the prince's younger sister princess
Josephine
Who will now remain with her husband Germane
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
Ivan will be marrying princess Geraldine.
Eugene will be marrying princess Lorraine.
The King and Queen
Will be hosting the engagement ball where the
Princesses will be receiving their rings of
Aquamarine.
This will be a huge event where elves come from
All around to play games, give their blessing, a
Present and to toast the young couples with
Champagne.
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen
Is a spectacular scene.
Captain
Report to the King and Queen
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
I am all woman
But yet am strong
because I've had to be,
little did I know
that fate would deal me a blow
and leave me alone
to raise my family.
Don't be mistaken,
I welcomed my fate,
so that I could raise my family
with love and no hate.
My duties are now over,
I feel I did succeed,
I provided love and care
and all they would ever need.
My children, now young adults
are intelligent and polite,
as difficult as those years were,
I think I did it right!
When asked how I’m feeling, what can I say?
“Same old, same old” – even on this nice day.
Except for some hiccups with dang things like bills,
I’ve nothing to mention of any new thrills.
I’ve got disabilities, so often in bed
I lie here each day making rhymes in my head.
My house I might leave with errands to run,
but then I can’t wait to get them all done.
I do have a class called Aqua Zumba.
It’s fun, but it’s not like folks there can rumba.
In water, my back pain feels less surreal,
but once I get out, a burden I feel.
It’s like a heaviness weighing me down
‘til after some minutes of walking around,
I hurry and shower, get dressed and leave,
happy at least I have goals to achieve:
.
Like home therapy and contests to write for,
and fixing quick meals (since food I adore).
My daughter – divorced now and nearly fifty -
is dating a guy 34. That’s quite nifty!
She’s moved in with us (my hubby and me).
Her kids (young adults) live here too rent free.
It’s sure not the Golden Years I had envisioned,
but they help us out, and we’re well-provisioned.
I’m grateful despite my physical woes.
While others on earth live in the throes
of calamity, I have some joy to hold,
Still asked how I’m feeling, it’s “same old, same old.”
When we are born and life begins,
A child is perfect, free from sin.
We stand beneath life’s rising arch,
And grow through fits and halting starts.
As young adults, we race with speed,
Not understanding what we need.
We find first love in our late teens,
Not fully knowing what it means.
We race ahead, not looking back,
While the reaper stays on our track.
Middle age is on its way,
And the reaper never goes away.
And in the waning years of life,
Through all the toil and all the strife,
We start to wonder where life has gone,
And know we are closer to dusk than dawn.
A voice behind becomes more clear
As the reaper’s footsteps draw near.
Fear and loathing fill our thought,
As if we’re racing against the clock.
One day I choose at last to stop,
And slowly turn around and drop.
I see the reaper standing there.
He says, “My friend, I truly care.”
I know he’s here to end my life,
To free me from my pain and strife.
When out of nowhere, an angel appears,
Saying, “Have no fear, my brother, I am here.”
She reaches out and takes my hand,
And pulls me close where now I stand.
The reaper bows his shadowed face,
Then disappears without a trace.
The angel looks at me and says,
“Heaven is yours for endless days.”
UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA
The rain did not stop us romantically.
Our love was to be enjoyed.
Life span was our imagery.
We are young adults in love.
We walked in an embrace.
We talked about family and friends.
We were unity of togetherness in this scene.
I looked away shortly and saw others doing the same.
That momentary endeavor drew his attention as well.
He leaned forward with protection so that I would not get wet.
This red umbrella glisten from the night lights as we stroll through the park.
The tree leaves were wet; this was autumn.
Good spirits were in optimistic to longevity.
The red umbrella reflects the leaves of the trees as it does my man’s adoration of me.
Under this red umbrella are images of love!
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User Name: Verlena S. Walker –
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Personification of Lovers done for Poem with a theme of "Umbrella" Free Poetry Contest
Entry Date: March 22, 2014
We spent thousands of dollars
On our children’s education
Friends advised that we send them to State colleges
Less expensive they said
Not as prestigious we replied.
After spending money, time and energy
We have little to brag about
Our children,
Young adults now,
Part of a lost generation,
Have come back home
Desperate about their futures
Unable to find jobs.
There are moments when
We feel that we
Have failed them
But our children are tougher than we think
They do their part
They network
They are computer savvy
They know they must start
In jobs lower than expected
After all
Wasn’t it said
Generations ago
That without a future
There can be no tomorrow?
I write a poem of misery ,
When first we met, just you and me
Let joy and happiness, be in our lives
May we live forever, and never die .
Let the children grow, into young adults
Lead decent lives, and never smoke ,
Get an education,which they'll surely need ,
To live in this world, in order to succeed .
Stay away from drugs ,and all that is bad ,
Treat their bodies good , grow up to be strong ,
Love yourself and family, and never do wrong ,
Because in this world , we would all go mad .
Life is short , so live it up ,
While other's are trying , your life to ' Disrupt ,
And everywhere else, there's always distrust ,
They make it seem , like crime is a must .
Help out your neighbors ,
Offer your helping hand ,
Live life to the fullest ,
Cause this world is grand .
Vacation Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
The sweet fragrance of tall palms swaying in the breeze,
brought continuous harmony into our hearts,
The smell of contentment spread as far as the eye can see,
This was our anticipated honeymoon, we were never apart.
We had been through way too much as a young adults. Our vows were made and we stepped off the plane quickly entering a world of tranquility and peace. Kauai was our paradise. This was our destination far away from the life we left behind. It was on the other side of the world. Our honeymoon was anticipated for months, and we were finally there. We couldn't unpack fast enough, for all we wanted to do was dip our toes in the soft sands of the Pacific ocean. It had streaks of cerulean and light green. I saw beauty in each pebble as the waters floated up amicably. The warm breeze showered a gentle mist through my body. I had never felt that way before. The tides gently flowed up to my knees tickling my legs....
sweet scents of palm trees
tender mist sprays through my soul
peaceful Kauai
On a tour we drove around the massive volcano Mauna Loa. It has a peak reaching almost three miles high.They have been formed over the last seventy million years. To see the eruption of lava was an amazing sight for sore eyes. I witnessed the red flow of the volcano dripping down into a hole to the core of the earth. As we drove up to the cliff, my stomach dropped to the ground. The depth of the Waipoo Falls was entrancing. I was hypnotized feeling a sense of magical desperation longing to fly freely into the blue. I saw such tender beauty in Kauai. We deserved this honeymoon after all we had been through. There we were, on an island created only for love. The intimacy was delicate and our passion for each other drove my mortality crazy.
volcano of love
together in paradise
honeymoon island
Believing we can share such a deep desire for a vacation
Engulfed into the magic an island can freely give
Nature so beautiful, bringing natural elation
Watching the warm waters is so seductive.
~Date Written: February 8, 2016~
Recitation Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
I dreamed a dream and I mourned you once again,
I woke up in tears as I turned and saw your picture,
I try to move on with my life, but I only pretend,
For your silver chain has become a permanent fixture.
I woke up in tears as I turned and saw your picture,
I thought, “how can my beloved husband be gone?”,
For your silver chain has become a permanent fixture,
As I tune the radio station I hear our wedding song.
I thought, “how can my beloved husband be gone?”,
Seems like yesterday we just got the news of death,
As I tune the radio station I hear our wedding song,
My regret is not being with you during your last breath.
Seems like yesterday we just got the news of death,
So many poor souls in the world with this disease,
My regret is not being with you during your last breath,
For nothing in this world can put my sorrow at ease.
So many poor souls in the world with this disease,
If only there was a cure to protect my lover’s dear life,
For nothing in this world can put my sorrow at ease,
I thought that forever I would be your beloved wife.
If only there was a cure to protect my lover’s dear life,
We’d see our grandchildren grow to be young adults,
I thought that forever I would be your beloved wife,
I keep telling myself deep down it’s not my fault.
We’d see our grandchildren grow to be young adults,
I try to move on with my life, but I only pretend,
I keep telling myself deep down it’s not my fault,
I dreamed a dream and I mourned you once again.
Date Written: June 1, 2016
Come, lets play in the rain, dirty dancing
the way you move drives me nuts, Insane!
Expensive purse, leather coat soaked
in the conditions. I dip you, we hydroplane
I feel like I am in heaven,
found a purpose.
I digress!!
Once an obsession,
A friendship at a cross road
love the complication,
Timing was not right.
Stars had not aligned,
chose friendship,
no fight!
Years pass, the occasional brunch
A matinee, oh and that luncheon
at a downtown cafe'.
Strolled the streets
downtown Salt Lake City,
Olympics!
Drunk, acting crazy
Two arrogant young adults
falling in love!
Stars had not aligned
timing was not right
I chose friendship
no fight!
Years pass and we email
talk on the phone.
Relationships fail
now we are both grown
I regress!
It feels like a dream,
drug induced,
on cocaine.
I smell through the rain
that sweet lavender lotion!
I caress, we dance
in slow motion.
The stars may have aligned
timing could be right!
Once started out a friendship
blossomed into kinship!
Now I fight!!
Jared Pickett
2/14/2014
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I am all woman,
yet I am strong
because I've had to be.
Little did I know
that fate would
deal me a blow
and leave me alone
to raise my family.
Now don't be mistaken,
I welcomed my fate.
So I could raise my family
with nothing but love
and eradicate
the hate.
My duties are nearly over,
I feel I did succeed,
I provided
all the love and care
and all
they would ever need.
My children,
now young adults
are intelligent and polite,
as difficult as those years were,
I think I got it right.
The dollar store around the block, I didn’t have a buck
McDonalds had a happy meal , I was out of luck
The ATM was putting out, my PIN was incorrect
My bank account was overdrawn, I couldn’t write a check
My car was running empty and my credit card declined
VISA called and left a message wanting to remind
The unemployment office said I’m ineligible to receive
The resumes that I sent last week no one will ever read
The doctor’s office said to me I am uninsured
The treatment that’s required, you cannot afford
My FICO score is falling, I cannot get a loan
I cannot pay the mortgage, and soon won’t have a home
My stomach is so hungry, it’s waiting for a meal
The dumpster is in lockdown, I cannot break the seal
The lottery that I didn’t win, The slot machine was cold
The metal detector’s on the brink, I can’t find any gold
The foodbank was depleted, the soup kitchen was closed
The shelter overloaded, the sidewalk overflowed
Comcast just around the block, I could not connect
K-Mart on the boulevard, they had no respect
Walmart down the corner, I wasn’t qualified
Starbucks full of young adults, middle aged need not apply
The hotel was hiring housekeepers, bilingual I was not
Hooter’s at the strip mall, I didn’t have a shot