Best Young Blood Poems

Their mere weapon was their forbidden courage, hands barren with  no armaments, no ammunitions, marching towards the proud valley of death, dedication born from...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop   ...

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Lyrics to "The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision...

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The lady In Red

She missed out on the green silk dress; it was sold before she did buy
But when the red dress came to the...

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Hey!! wake up!!  
you don't wanna miss this!!
The soft voice that woke him, 
he didn't know.
Opening his eyes 
and seeing two grim faces.
Along with...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure...

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…Cambodia, Rwanda, Syria…
Wars never cease 
on the earth. Peace is pulverized. 

Each battle drags children into a
vortex of anguish 
in the front line or at...

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To the forgotten soul that have ever lived
For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived
For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed

Blessed by...

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wish I could open people's Hearts
And see what is inside 
wish I could open people's brains
And see what is inside 
wish I could know people
Understand...

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the darkest hour in the pale bubble of the moon 
cool midnight, lonely solvent for tomorrow 
raking stars like marbled glitter 
shade and shadow merge...

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Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait...

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I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself...

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Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and...

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Of cotton candy and candy apple’s crunch
I remember the circus tent and dusk
The smells of donkeys and elephant dung
And heady smells of smoke that hung
In...

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Through all my changes I was a dreamer
  and lived a trepidation and a ruse,
but when she lay bare and I between her
 ...

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