Best Younger Poems
When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope,
Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope.
The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might,
But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light.
In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight,
Remember deep within you burns a steady light.
Each trial that you weather will shape who you become,
And through each struggle faced, your destiny will hum.
Don’t shy from paths untraveled where the wild winds roar,
For risks and daring ventures open every door.
Though twists and turns may come and obstacles arise,
With each brave step you take, you’ll touch the boundless skies.
Hold dear the ones who guide you with their love so true,
Their laughter and their warmth will help you see it through.
Value every bond you make, let your heart stay kind,
For in their constant care, a light you’ll always find.
Treat yourself with kindness when you stumble or fall,
Perfection’s not the measure; it's the effort that stands tall.
Forgive your own mistakes and cherish every try,
For through your gentle heart, your dreams will never die.
Life’s not a frantic race but a journey to embrace,
So move at your own pace and find your sacred place.
Every moment’s precious, each step a chance to grow,
And in this grand adventure, your true self will show.
As you look towards the future and the days unknown,
Know that every step you take will help you find your own.
Face the road before you with hope and endless grace,
For you’re stronger and more resilient than you may embrace.
I dedicate this poem
To my inner child
A poem should have been
Written long ago
I begin to write
Hello, younger self
A poem about you
I will create
So I will write now
We've been through a lot
There has been good times
Yet many sad times
Many tears we shed
To have lakes, rivers
Oceans, streams, and seas
All named after us
Younger self, you must know
The past is done gone
look ahead instead
All those hurt memories
Are all long gone now
Don't live in the past
it gets you no where
Time to lok ahead
If I could be much younger than I am,
with my time in life as yet too brief
to give me evidence and cause
to change my views.
If views I held.
I would know such simple ways to right the world
and all the people and injustice in it.
I’d have such certainty of right and wrong,
old failures disregarded,
that all my eyes would see of times to come
would be my hopes,
and of my past,
successes.
I could show my strength of will
with lines drawn deep in evening sands
and cancelled by each morning’s tide.
And the loss of every latest, greatest love
would be forgot
whenever dark eyed interest
was sidelong glanced my way.
If I could be much younger than I am.
Dear younger me,
There are some things that I would say
to help you out along the way:
mistakes I’ve made and deep regrets,
things I would change you’ve not seen yet.
Dear older me,
All that seems nice,
but let’s hold back on that advice.
It may be true,
but I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.
Dear younger me,
Are you for real? Surely you jest!
I’ve had more time, and I know best.
The cost was dear: real sweat and blood.
Why would you choose to traipse the mud?
Dear older me,
Wake up somehow!
I’m worried ‘bout my future now.
I’ve played this game to some degree;
did not see you in future me.
Dear younger me,
But I could share: go buy this stock,
lay off the booze, don’t go in hock.
Just stop and think of where you’d be;
The best part is, the lesson’s free.
Dear older me,
Great multiverse!
The situation’s getting worse!
Just hold your tongue and say no more
or I am headed out the door.
My future is not yours to share;
the way is fraught with danger there.
Dear younger me,
Now I’m confused; help an old man.
Explain this out; that’s if you can.
Dear older me,
I’ll do my best, but just so far,
for I’ll not go past where you are,
for much of what I know as true
might change if I change future you.
You hope to spare my heart the ache
and help me choose the path to take.
The problem is, when I arrive,
what you call you won’t be alive.
Decisions made all shape and mold
the man we are when we grow old.
Just think, if we had stayed in school
and not become a drunken fool,
would we have ever reached wit’s end
and learned the broken also mend?
Would we have met our lovely wife,
and settled in your present life?
Dear younger me,
Gouge out my eyes!
I’m blind and dumb and you are wise.
I had my doubt, but I can say
Let go, let God, we’ll be okay.
You will be okay
Don't listen to the girls who call you ugly
You aren't ugly, you are perfect
Mami and papa want to know what's going on with you
They don't want you to hide it because you are scared to hurt them
Don't do what that teacher tells you
She isn't trying to keep you safe
Don't give up on your music studies
Soon they will be taking you to New York City to compete
Don't ever stop writing how you feel
It's your right to express yourself
It's okay to love somebody
Even if they aren't the best for you
But most importantly, my love,
Don't be scared
To ask for help
Sooner than when I did
Wind argues with leaves—
I walk past the noise of men,
Listening to rain.
The older woman
is secretly defiant
loud in her riot
but quite in her thoughts
The older women
does more, yet she shouldn't
to make you a servant
but not intently...she thought
The older woman
is a brat and a tyrant!
but not to show side rants
just to you, she will talk
The older woman
is still very vibrant
she begs for your input
and dances for your shock
The younger man
would seem rather bland
no ventures are in him
needs more to expand
The younger man
has many waves
but you won't hear a single crash
he has no interest in being rash
The younger man
won't even plan
he'll just think of things as he goes
and goes on things as he thinks
The younger man
is dazed and easy going
simplistic and realistic
would drive the older woman, out of statistics!
A younger man and older woman
can't go on a date
"why not?" the younger man says
"Cause you're five years too late!"
I used to be quite a character
Back in those days when I was young
When hanging out with all my friends
We used to have so much fun
Staying up all night
Until we would suddenly see the sun
Oh man I really miss those younger days
Maybe gathering at someones house
Whos parents would then be gone
Turn the music up loud so when we got buzzed
We would all start to sing along
Some would take a toke or two
And it would sometimes do them wrong
But man I really miss those younger days
When the party was over,you found a driver
That's straight enough to drive you home
You always make sure that you had one
So you wouldn't be left there all alone
Back in those good old days
Nobody even cared about useing phones
Oh man I really miss those younger days
The next day you would take an aspirin
Because that's what you did,to get through
Not one of those pills or funky drugs
That you so easily now get hooked on to
Back in those older days
That was all there was left to really do
I sure do really miss those younger days
DannyBoy:1-18-13
If I were to write to my sixteen-year self
And pass on sagacious advice,
The first thing I’d say is to worry much less,
For stressing out comes with a price.
And problems when young hardly count much at all –
I would cry for a slight or a zit.
Imagine not making the cheerleader squad –
Just the thought would get me in a snit.
Yet how could I know, at the age of sixteen,
All the heartache and sorrow in store?
Would there be any gain in alarming that girl
Who knew nothing of horror or war?
Who, oblivious, never’d encountered disease
Or the pain of decisions gone wrong?
To that knowledge, she couldn’t begin to relate –
Such awareness just wouldn’t belong.
So to sixteen-year me, what I’d pass on is this –
All your problems should not make you fret;
For the future is waiting and you’ll be surprised
How such worries you’ll quickly forget.
Embrace opportunities – make your mistakes
And follow the path to the truth.
I’d let my young self wallow in the mundane,
For that is the province of youth.
December 21, 2012
For David Williams' "Hello/Goodbye Contest"
If only I was younger, I know where I'd want to be
To be with someone special, who wants to be with me
We'd grow into our tomorrows sharing each others joy
Children, one two three, two girls and a boy
We'd write about many things, live as true love declares
Even dancing naked in the rain, towelling we would share
Holidaying in the sun, this white man to become tanned
Taking each day at a time, true love our only plan
Watching our children prosper, into adults they'll become
Our earlier years will live again, loving under the sun
I'm loving someone special who wanted to be with me
I'm glad we met those years ago, now in the arms of she
.
Growing up brings some drastic change
makes it hard to breathe like a cracked rib cage
life becomes filled with lasting pains
everything seems vague at this stage
people become complex not even Patrick Jane
can read them
you think growing up means more freedom
but it’s quite the opposite
more responsibilities and it’s pretty hard to get
rid of old habits and passed old vision of things
problems pile up and you’re given no time to think
You're probably having problems with bae
just hit pause for some days, take a little break
ignore the "I should've's/she should've's" games
just try to work it out no matter whose fault it is
better days are yet to come, just be optimistic
Don't do anything stupid, please wait
just wait, you've waited enough
it's so close, please don't give up
I know how you feel, it's too much
you probably think this is nonsense
but it's going to be fine, I promise
11/1/2015
ELIS ARTIS
For the contest, Any Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings
Growing Younger
‘Artwork’ in progress and remember it takes lots of time to learn to paint like a child…
23rd November 1959 - 05th October 2016 - ongoing
She has a PhD in Physics
works as a surgeon on the side
Four kids to date with one in the oven
across a Steinway, her swift fingers glide
But older sis calls her a ‘know-nothing’
‘cos the PhD thinks ‘all lives matter’
Ere she responds, younger sis pauses a minute
then smiles ~ ‘Perhaps me, you flatter’
gw rhyme June 21, 2022
Oh Younger Self!
Don’t be behind at saying what you want,
Just because you never did have the font,
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify,
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.
Believe only in the people you trust and obey,
Don’t quantify because you’re in the minority,
Remember what you’ve got, media and friends,
Treasure your relationships to make your own ends.
Just be short-sighted, only aware of the now,
Don’t aspire to be godly or sickeningly high-brow,
Crimp what you like but is wrong multitudinary,
And don’t equate true morality with the binary.
Exclude yourself to discuss your mind and trueness,
Freshness is in people who flow with goodness,
Be rejected, make do and accept low facilities,
Happiness is in your real desires and proclivities.
I'm not getting any younger
My aim now is to live longer
To do as much as possible of good deeds
& to stay far away from all what God forbids
I'm not getting any younger
Nor am I getting older
I still can fall in love, as love is innocent
And age is just a number
I'm not getting any younger
To my mom I'll always be a baby
So I still can laugh out loud
Until now while watching Tom and Jerry
I'm not getting any younger
I know my life can end anytime but my life is not yet over
So I have all the right to have every kind of fun
To smile all the time and have a good life like everyone
I'm not getting any younger
So I still can change for better
I'm a bad person that's what people think but it doesn't matter
Just wait and watch all who were blind will see soon or later
I'm not getting any younger
And yes I haven't stop dreaming as I'm still a dreamer
As still some of my dreams are unfulfilled
But I believe in God, as surely one day God will grant my prayer.
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