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...

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Shadiness adores you
Bleakness is exhaustin’

Now, I’m so fatigued and my volume is set way low
Because you tore me down with social media craze…
You were there...

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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...

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I remember love, it wasn't that long ago
   when I was young and foolish
   and felt my heart beating fast.
I am...

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Am I a woman when i turn 18?
No longer scared to sneak dad’s old whiskey out of our Swedish glass cabinet
Maybe it was when i...

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To My Knees

As I started my life’s journey 
on a quest to follow this Glorious Son of Man,
Being so young so foolish and thinking I’m...

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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...

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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...

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The three enigmas of Turandot

The well of souls run deep in fabled lands of old.
Of China's ancient dynasty and the lost Great Tartary, 
a ballad...

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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...

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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,...

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I was a menace to society 
A monster; smashed, trapped inside my own world 
How could I have let this happen to me 
Young, naive,...

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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...

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“Dream On”

Hm, my heart as it slips out of my reach
Like the waves of the sea, flowing passed the palm of my hand
Do you know...

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Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
    ...

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