Best Young And Foolish Poems
The dawn of love, so magical and new,
Two bodies set aflame with burning kiss.
Enchanted world and only for the two.
No other pair has ever loved like this.
Young love, a wonder while its passions last
Must change its form if it’s to long endure.
Too soon the thrill of love, once new, is past.
It should condense to essence now more pure.
At time love’s embers start a blazing flame,
Soon cooling down to just a lovely glow.
No need for these to play a youthful game,
Their dreams fulfilled, as both of them now know.
For though the young and foolish long for fire,
The glowing embers, wiser hearts desire.
Entered in Gayle's Burning Embers contest.
When they tell you your crazy tell them your passionate.
When they tell you I hate you tell them I love you.
When they tell you your a coward tell them their brave.
When they tell you your dumb tell them their smart.
When they tell you your confused tell them your trying to find.
When they tell you your dark tell them their light.
Tell them their is significance of day and night.
When they tell you your small tell them their big.
Tell them every tree was once a tiny seed.
When they tell you your low tell them their high.
Tell them the rain must land and so must the bird in the sky.
Tell them they must land on that low dirt to rest.
When they tell you your young and foolish.
Tell them their old and smart.
Tell them you are what they once was at the start.
Tell them dreams and reality is not far apart.
I remember love, it wasn't that long ago
when I was young and foolish
and felt my heart beating fast.
I am older now,wiser in my ways of life and the heart,
having learned its joy, hurt and pain
and survived.
I have loved a multitude, family, friends and lovers,
recognizing not to hate
or bear contempt for any other.
I have softened over the years, as fear and hate long faded
are now unknown to me
with only care and loved memories remaining.
I believe it to be a good thing, sad it took so long to learn
but at last I recognize
forgetting and forgiveness is always best.
I have learned holding all dear within my heart
and yes, life is too short and important
not to take a chance on it.
I remember love with no regret.
Moved into my first apartment, I was now standing completely on my own,
Called the telephone company to install my phone so I wouldn’t feel alone.
Felt pretty proud of myself, just didn’t realize how young and foolish I was,
The telephone man hooked up my phone but his good looks gave me pause.
Said he had my number and thought going out with me would be a delight,
With a quick goodbye, he’d call to see if I was free for a drink one night.
We had several dinner dates and I thought that things were going well,
Until I had to call him at work and I realized I was in some kind of hell.
I asked for him by name and another man’s voice came on the phone,
Seems he had lied to me, his actions his colleague did not condone.
Apparently he was married and had children this telephone man,
He used his enterprising dating scheme and I fell for his plan.
Thought we might be developing something special, a close bond,
While all the time I fell for him, I was actually just being conned.
Found out he was working one day on a phone line close to town,
So I drove over and called out his real name, he turned with a frown.
You’re just a liar, a cheat and a dirty rotten scoundrel I shouted out,
My dreams shattered but a little wiser because of this telephone lout.
Written August 11, 2012
For Lisa Cooper ~ Dark Poetess’ contest
“Dirty Deeds”
You seemed to love me and I thought it was real,
Young and foolish, I was so naive but quite genteel,
Attended all your ballgames, cheered you on with zeal,
Even learned curling so we could join your bonspiel.
I played your queen at functions, you had a great deal,
Said you loved me once, I thought that was the seal.
After your presidency was done, you played the heel,
Said it was over between us, our situation was not ideal,
Your expression was matter of fact, your face cold as steel,
Suddenly I felt nauseous my world spinning like a wheel,
Looking in your eyes, this whole courtship was surreal.
Did everything you asked of me, my love I cannot repeal,
Could anyone truly love you more, that was my appeal.
For once you became quiet, this relationship a lying ordeal,
My words, my actions ~ If all I did, was make you feel.
Written October 7, 2011
For Paula Swanson’s contest
“If all I did, was make you feel”
Yes these days were hard, tough, and stripped from fun. These days they give us unwelcomed memories, and unwanted fights. They forbid us from living, from being, from once and for all becoming family, becoming blood.
Each day we fight, each day we hate one another greater, each day the bond of love once tied among us loosens and fades. Yes I do regret ever being good to you, because what good is done, you disregard, diminish thought for, repel to take in the same actions course.
I have forgiven you perpetually, eternally and tenderly, reminding myself what a better person I would become. But all this forgiveness you throw away in vain. All these memories, you forget, what all made us the same?
And now I sigh, why? Because I pity the days we lived like no other, we laughed like nothing was ever wrong, we consoled and been there for each other, in the times of sadness we did cry, in the times of hard, we held the hands of each, in the times, in many times, we knew these were the years we’d live for, these were times we’d grow old to remember.
But now, and what’s worst than ever; we no longer remember the times, we no longer laugh or smile, we no longer be there for each other, and why ?
Because you were too stubborn to listen to your mistakes, too centered to say the right words, too young and foolish to realize you were wrong, too ruthless to want those memories once more. The good in you; I saw it; it was gone for good. And I still wonder; why?, why have you not said the right words, why have you not listened to me for the answer, why did you not be my sister and why did you not allow me to be yours?
Now the days I spend them alone, bothered, and annoyed. Smothered by the air around me, I wonder what’s left of me to do. What good have I got to offer? More helping hands to be extended to people who would not do the same.
The times, make us stronger, but also consume our internal glee, and replace it with misery and desires.
And what’s worst than ever sister; you complain to our parents, our grandparents, maybe even your friends, saying you hate me from the bottom of your heart, though I did nothing but ask for the right words, saying you do, I say; that’s if you had one in the bottom of all that ****.
Sweeping the dust and mud
From plank floors--mending and quilting
Needles, thread, and braiding scrapes
Baking days and washing Mondays
Tubs of water, fires and aching backs
The cabin sitting small
In the shadows of redwoods and pines
It was harder and lonelier
Then I ever could have known
Laying in the light less nights
Listening to the creaks and groans
For I was young and foolish once
Filled with the girlish dreams and hopes
Of loving eternally and making a home
It was harder and lonelier
Then I ever could have known
Those dreams faded through the years
In the salty fog of the hardship, the dust,
The tears.
A Violent Child
A young and very violent child the world will ask
how could this happen or be,
yet the Bible says a child left to himself will bring
shame upon his whole family.
Our country’s children even though they are not much more
than mere babes left at home alone to fend for themselves,
no parent to lend an ear, a hand or a shoulder for them to lean upon
when on the scene arises many sins for them in which to delve.
These sins appear in many forms
sometimes by a playmate as cute as a child like yours,
causing your precious son or daughter to change
their life’s planned and charted course.
Introducing your child to the deadly things of life
all kinds of drugs, guns and sex,
ultimately causing you such dreadful pain and your
spirit within to feel so horribly vexed.
A parent that is not calling upon God for help
throws up their hands in vain,
and choosing to forget that for the most part they have left this child
open to all sorts of attacks for the greater part of each day.
Now, before it is too late for your little ones, dear parents
I plead with you to spend some time with them,
giving attention, love, care and nurturing
but also using the rod to deliver their young and foolish soul from sin.
Finally and most importantly covering this child from Heaven all through their
life but especially through their teens,
with your prayers and love but most of all
the Blood of Jesus Christ for He is our Victor and King of all Kings.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
August 18, 1999
Just before the sun sets
The soft pain of too many regrets
Slowly filling the deepest part
Dragging down my beating heart
Once young and foolish days
Passing quickly like setting sun’s rays
Leaving scars in a struggling mind
Always searching eyes that never find
Like melting ice my strength fades
The mirror’s image truth evades
But no amount of telling story
Can ever pay or say I’m sorry
Time moves forward and back
We seek and travel with the pack
Knowing shelter not alone
Let the others set the tone
No slack in the tightening band
Our daily masks we have donned
Dance the tune we never know
Fight to survive and not to grow
A prisoner of my mistakes
No way to tell the fakes
I guess my way through the day
No choice but to stay
AWD
It was dusk
They were in a hurry
Paul, John, Jake and Larry
The darkness was creeping in
They lifted the earth
Covering the last piece of evidence
A wicked bunch of rebels
Young and foolish they were
They smiled at themselves
Mission accomplished!
Deeds buried!
Oh, how smart they were…
…or so they thought
They picked up their tools
And fled the scene of the crime
No one saw them
No one suspected a thing
No one in sight to judge their sin
No cause for alarm!
Off to their home
Straight to the shower
And ….to their beds
They shut their eyes
Happy with their success
Pay day was in a few hours
The boss would be so proud of them
But little did they know
That was just the beginning
The wind blew hard
As they snored their guilt away
The blanket of sand upon the earth was lifted high
The trees bowed down to welcome the rain
And then the rain poured
Weeping like a mother who had just lost her child
It poured
In anger…it poured
Uncovering every buried piece of evidence
Revealing the hidden evil
The earth, wind and rain formed a partnership
As the rebels snored away
The earth, wind and rain had a vision
They were determined to accomplish their mission…
…Oh, what a night it was!
And then the morning came
Everything naked
Everything revealed
Everyone saw it
Everyone knew it
All that was covered was now naked
Naked for all to see
Naked it was
Doomed they were
By Sylvia Chika
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He was a runaway, both young and foolish, but just a pup,
and never let him stay inside and always leashed him up
and wanting to escape the owners that kept him in the yard
until that day he became their runaway unbarred.
He followed the kids home from the park
and from there he was looking for a place to stay.
so in the house he came and we in hopes one day,
of finding the owner of this runaway lark.
Weeks later they came tearfully and he went home to them.
but soon they called back as they could not pretend
he was not to be their pet friend and on another day,
he was on his way back to us, their persistent runaway.
They chose to give him up when only howled and refused to play
now he was part of us, this lovely, loving, endearing runaway.
With intelligence he recognized my sisters needs,
she was getting sick, forgetfull and would fall upon her knees
But he was there by her side unwavering despite the demands
and he was her protector without commands.
As fourteen years passed by, their unbroken bond united,
and just as she was leaving this life to the next most quiet
he closed his eyes and went with her in his loving prayer
to find life together, no runaways there.
For Dutch and Lynn and their unmeasured love.
When I was young and foolish, he protected me from myself and my silly choices.
When I was sick, he healed my body and restored my health.
When I was homeless, he gave me shelter from the cold and a warm place to lay my head and rest my aching feet.
When my heart was broken by someone I thought truly loved me, he gave me his love to hold me over until the pain was gone.
When I was hungry, he prepared a feast on my behalf and my belly was full and my cup became a lake of purified water and I thirsted no more.
He is a provider in your time of need, a comforter in your time of discomfort, he is the third eye that guides you though the storm…He is God almighty the keeper of my soul, Amen!
My long-time love dumped me on Christmas Day
decades ago. He coldly said we were
too different. His verbal sucker-punch
was devastating. All became a blur.
I crashed into a deep, dark, lonely pit
and cried for weeks. I feared I would go blind.
Who breaks up with someone he doesn’t hate
on Christmas? How could he be that unkind?
I came to realize there had been signs,
but then, I saw just what I wished to see.
The saying “young and foolish” comes to mind,
but just the “foolish” half applied to me!
He'd started finding fault with how I LIVED:
“You spend too much time with your family.”
I let it slide, but it did seem unfair
due to his choice to spend less time with me!
Though haunted for a while by this hard loss,
I vowed I would rise up and find my way
out of that awful place where I was plunged
by one who stole my joy on Christmas Day.
“Time heals all wounds”~~that saying we’ve all heard.
Although it’s not always completely true,
time, fervent prayer, and family support
did heal that wound and brighten up my view.
Life’s way too short and Christmastime, too sweet
for me to spend my fleeting golden years
awash in painful, pointless memories.
For that time of my life, I’ve no more tears.
We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm.
I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others.
You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door.
The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm
~Young and foolish
Full of Vodka one hundred proof
Young and foolish
The Vodka proof measures a fool
Carefree times remaining aloof
Measured proof of foolish aloof
Young and foolish
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And “Contest Rondelet”
By John Moses Freeman