Best Youth Poems

Below are the all-time best Youth poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of youth poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Youth poems, articles about Youth poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Youth poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

New Youth Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Youth poems are below this new poems list.

The Folly of Youth by Buhagiar, Victor
JUVENTUD - YOUTH by White, Darren
Missing Youth by Dee, Laura
Ashes Of Youth, Its Winsome Colors Gone by Lindley, Robert
Youth n-Age-a by Decker, Anson
The Sleep of Youth by Burch, Deborah
The Excitement Of Youth by Hossain, Md Shahadat
Fountain of Youth Epilog by Miltz, Daniel
Fountain Of Youth by Miltz, Daniel
Xenophobic Youth by Smith-Johnsen, Dane Ann

View all new Youth Poems

The Best Youth Poems

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Do Not Grieve Your Muse

              (For My Younger Self)



You have forgotten your muse.
You neglected her, in the hustle and bustle
of city life, in trying to carve a niche,
driving yourself too hard -
thinking it could make you rich.

She grieves.
Don’t you see her? She grieves.
How she longs to reunite with you
but you are far too busy, with everything new.
Too unmindful, too steeped in the practical
your change was so radical;
Too pragmatic, everything has become automatic.  
You have lost touch with your muse, 
no matter how she pleads you have become obtuse.
When will you reach into the softer, 
more introspective part of yourself?  
Please do not say, never.

Remember how you would write through the night
and people around you would wonder why…
Those moments were priceless, 
the times you communed with words so ageless
as you poured onto paper all your emotions -
In the night, you would write of happiness and pain,
of a young love, and of your simple dreams.

Go back to those simple dreams.
Do not allow yourself to be lost 
in the conundrum that is Life.
Step back, take stock, be still.
Find time for meditation, there is no condemnation
for those who acknowledge the need for salvation.
And as you find that inner peace, 
write once more.
Write, and write some more.  
Set free all those words that have long been kept
within your heart…the happy words, the sad words,
words both simple and intricate
that a reader will enjoy as he masticates
the meaning, the lesson, the joy and young wisdom.

Let your words dance…let your words s o a r !






31 October 2015
Poem of the Day 01 November 2015
Awarded 1st Place  -  What Would You Say Contest




Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

That Period of Life

Orange is more appreciated by the tongue that tastes lime to do so, if not now, when would be the time? Senses and instincts are the same to all gender deaf ears are given to morality sender. So much energy seizes from the heart its license exhibiting any act irrespective of sense. The road to harm and danger is direct to such travels, curiosity stands erect. Every bad move has an allocated score a rotten seed spreads its allergic spore. Hate the rules, damn the instructions utilizing body parts to their full functions. Following the media and not wanting to be left behind slippery rocks and rusting metals placed around the mind. In the room of so much entertainment, bodies lay hoping the pleasure will be long and will stay. Drugs, sex, alcohol and violence all giving this shade time passes, leaving the young heart the need of an aid. Habits learned and adopted to make or to go astray when maturity sinks in, the wise simply walks away


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Guess Who

~It's a Beautiful Day~

Under every star, 
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl, 
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously waiting for him to come in
through the front door, whistling a song, 
trading a suit jacket, for a zippered sweater;
made with love. ---My day just got better---

   ***It's a beautiful day***
In a charming little town square 
A servant, serving a friendly atmosphere
Welcome to the land of make-believe, 
where all my friends are real.
Here comes the speedy delivery 
Mr. McFeely and his letters.
Prancing puppet skin in love with
Beautiful Lady Aberlin.
Henrietta, a mighty and feisty pussycat
My favorite strings are the king and queen
Before the show ends, Trolley's a friend
tooting around from make-believe to reality.
   ***It's was a beautiful day***
Oh the innocence of my childhood, 
       My neighborhood is gone

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 





Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Perfect Friend

The Perfect Friend ©

Today I found a friend 
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams, 
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend, 
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand 
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror

Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved



Copyright © Shannen Wrass | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heart worms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the weeds, 
till the jewels of memories soothe 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today






Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My First Ball

As I walk through the doors of the hall,
I am swept off my feet by such flare.
When I think that tonight’s my first ball,
How I blush thinking thoughts I don’t dare.

Lovely music pours out of the room,
And my hips sway beneath my pink gown.
Mom’s eyes seek a potential bridegroom
Dad’s eyes stop, my swaying with a frown.

Ushered in the big room my eyes dance
As they rush over grandeur so bright
Chandeliers they brought over from France 
Fill the room bringing splendour and light

On the sidelines I can’t help but stare 
Pretty walls lined with roses and vines
Sweetest scents of Guerlains fills the air
As the ladies and gents sip their wines.

Fine madam’s gowns blend in with the walls
And the heavenly ceiling divine 
Pastel angels and blue waterfalls 
Someone begs me to dance just in time.

As we twirl on the dance floor I’m charmed
Looking into his eyes, I turn red
And I’m weak in this young man’s strong arms
Looking up angels spin round my head.

All too soon my first ball has to end
Sweetest dreams I shall cherish tonight
When I think of my newly found friend 
Just the thought of him brings such delight


Anapest Trimeter

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.27.2014
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Ballroom Delights 
1st place


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

HER BEAUTY AND GRACE

HER BEAUTY AND GRACE

She mirrors far more loveliness and grace,
than any other my heart has cared for.
From my mind her beauty I can’t efface,
it is she I will love for evermore.
For her heart my first love yearns, her soft kiss,
sweet smile, her long black hair my eyes adore,
with feelings deep, as meaningful as this,
to end the quest, my pretense lead ashore.
Oh, how the heart has waited for the day,
to reach out in loving you, love confessed,
for the love to blossom to find its way,
to your heart, forever to be blessed.

If only I could see my love returned,
instead of my dreams remaining unturned.


T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Life Is Like A Maypole

Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbow pleats dance, no clouds encumber 
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May!

Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May.
Life's colors flow from gold to umber.  
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer! 
And shall I join wind’s lively number
or watch bright ribbons twist and play?
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May!


written 2/5/15


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Let Me Take You There

 
Silence is calling
Moonlight has fallen
As the breeze goes by unheard.
Bare-foot and smiling
Eagerly climbing
The green slopes of virgin youth
Leading to promised realms….

     Let me take you there
     So you’ll breathe the air of make-belief, 
     Riding on enchanted dreams
     Heading far away from reality.

     Let me take you there
     To the land of hopes and fantasy,
     Passing through the mist of time
     Treading on the verge of eternity.

Long dress unfolding
Bright eyes beholding
The low grass that softly moves.
Bare-foot and smiling
Eagerly climbing
The green slopes of virgin youth
Leading to promised realms….

     Let me take you there
     So you’ll breathe the air of make-belief, 
     Riding on enchanted dreams
     Heading far away from reality.

     Let me take you there
     To the land of hopes and fantasy,
     Passing through the mist of time
     Treading on the verge of eternity.


----------------------------------------------

Contest: Any Poem#24  ~  April 2014
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed: 2nd

-----------------------------------------------


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Crazy Dream

My crazy dream is to begin again back when I ran breathless in fields of green, enchanted and well past the age of ten, yet back when my slate of life was still quite clean. Back when I ran breathless in fields of green, a woman child, and not so innocent, yet back when my life’s slate was still quite clean, crazier I’d be, never hesitant! A woman child, and not so innocent, sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance. Crazier I’d be, never hesitant. I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance. Sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance. My Superman I‘d know this time around! I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance. Much smarter now, I’d still be safe and sound. My superman I’d know this time around. At men more treacherous I now would scoff. Much smarter now, I would be safe and sound, and every woe - I’d simply shake it off! At men more treacherous I now would scoff. The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes, And every woe - I’d simply shake it off. Inside my wildest dreams, I could be wise. The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes. Everything has changed. I want to be inside my wildest dreams! I could be wise - yet back when starlight still shone bright for me! Everything has changed. I want to be enchanted and well past the age of ten, yet back when starlight still shone bright for me. My crazy dream is to begin again! Written May 30, 2016 for the Musical Pantoum Contest of Silent One
At least one Taylor Swift song title used per line and verse (each line is repeated) L1 V1 and L4 V8: Begin Again L2 V1 and L1 V2: Breathless L3 V1 and L2 V8: Enchanted L4 V1 and L3 V2: Clean L2 V2 and L1 V3: Innocent L4 V2 and L3 V3: Crazier L2 V3 and L1 V4: Sweeter than Fiction L4 V3 and L3 V4: Jump Then Fall L2 V4 and L1 V5: Superman L4 V4 and L3 V5: Safe and Sound L2 V5 and L1 V6: Treacherous L4 V5 and L3 V6: Shake It Off L2 V6 and L1 V7: The Lucky One L4 V6 and L3 V7: Wildest Dreams L2 V7 and L1 V8: Everything Has Changed L4 V7 and L3 V8: Starlight


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Navigator

You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

INKED FINGERTIPS



I cling to reveries of youth, the tender Sentiment of plucking words from summers' root, That in my journal hours when the red skies Are aglow, the phrases extend long as Straw. I burn language the way one does in A flamed trance swerving in pure daze beneath New moon, a blur of pencilled happenstance Flapping like a winged feather that on the River of late afternoons, I would still Scribble in a hay, where syllables grow on racy tunes. And I then could not help Myself but drown my hands in raw and humid lines, bury my eyes deep in verses’ fanned. I'm loathe to leave my untamed story as Twilight fades; letters drip and clouds see blown paper sailing like inked fingertips. Your Journey Contest of Michael Falotico


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Afloat On a Lavender Sea

Decades stretched a cord, across years, up the stairs, and around chairs coiling beyond the door of one small room, groomed by the sun, of a Saturday afternoon... I am floating on a sea of a hardwood floor Prone, on my back, upon a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb with a phone at my ear, a smile on my face while you've glady expressed, how you've aced an exam I confess how I've missed holding your hand only linked to your kiss, by a small ivory phone With a ring on my finger, to bind young love Blinded in the eyes, from an innocent throne Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a brand new world You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with long-distance words Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where a future was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag, of that lavender rug The days would stretch shorter and our vows, on hold till the cord became stronger, watching years unfold
____________________________________________


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.

Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit our swelling desires.
Our long sweet ride that moment had begun,
hot flames lapping in savory fires.

Your eyes drew me into another dream
your voice angels begged to imitate.
Each touch, my body burning hot steam
nights our senses entered another state.

As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss
memories thus born, gave our love its shine.
Your all , put into every blessed kiss
and you dear heart forever to be mine.

Each morn, sends me into another dream,
the sight of your naked body in bed.
Always enough, to swim there in your stream,
paradise floating in my grateful head.

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 148


Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016

Written for Teppo's contest.. 
WRITTEN TO THIRD SONG. Speak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams,


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Midsummer Night's Beach

When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We were all this way, and there is no shame
In the unchecked mind of us in our prime
The best nights of those
When the sea was calm and
The moon was out and
Blazingly bright, it would light up the night
Set the whole ocean glowing
Like a deep inky opal
Translucent abyss of black
Lightly flecked
With an iridescent waltz of electric blue, neon purple, alien green, and diamond white
It was on these nights
That I’d get in the water

By some stunning feat of abrasive wave action
Or possibly some secret dolphin magic
A tide pool would arise
A lagoon off the shore
Drifting and shifting over the course
Of a week, maybe two
Drifting out, drifting in
Widening out, slimming in
Shallow enough to sit in at dawn
Submerged to my neck at the day’s final yawn
Defiant of the perpetuity of the ocean at large
A toy trench off the shore
Spanning the length of a whale
Sometimes less, sometimes more
My own nascent Marianas
Never failed to provide
An off-shore haven where I could reside
These transient channels, clear and serene
Cut off from the rest of the sea
By a vast steppe of water, ankle deep
Separating me in my watery kingdom
Where no monstrous creature of the deep could reach
Out and out that plain stretched
(Only once did I test it)
Till that clean sandy bottom would begin its descent
Slowly at first, then quickly it went
Down to the unknown dark

Into a child queen of a tiny sea world, I’d transform
Springing up from the bottom of pulverized quartz
To shatter the surface between the water and the night
Send millions upon millions of droplets of brine
Glittering and spinning off into the night
I’d leap out my trench, onto that shallow plain
Sprint out to the edge of my earth and breathlessly gaze
out over the hidden deep
Reminded I’m only a guest
The ocean is neither mine nor yours to keep
Having drunk my fill of humility
I’d spin round
Fly back
Dive back down
Into my fleeting empire, my sea of tranquility
My throne resumed, I’d splash and play
With the smile of the summer Milky Way
Shooting out of the ocean, slicing the southern sky
The universe itself keeping a loving and watchful eye
As the earth showed me exactly who she was
No pretense
I’d dig my fingers into the satiny sand
And feel its realness
Every cell of my skin feeling the water rush across
As I coasted, submerged, along the bottom and lost
Myself from the rest of mankind
Then I’d rest my head back on that broad sandy mesa
Gaze up at my friends Scorpius, Aquarius, and Cassieopiea
Small ripples of water lapping at my temples

Barring defense of Descartes’ deceiving God
Not a thing in all the world could ever make me doubt
That every sensation that I felt
in those days
Was a whisper from the cosmos telling me about
The ways to be and
The ways to see and
All the states of mind that reveal
What is good, and true, and right, and real


Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2017

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Some may ask why I have not bit the dust
or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows.
I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust
nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows.
When in darkest night's long crawling shadow
my fighting spirit cries live on or bust.
You are no soft flower in a meadow
do as you may, dare to do what you must.
That moment, I see truth, joy and white light
a clarion call to hold the last fort.
Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight
calm blue seas and old ships safely at port.

Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes.
I answer, keeps me young and on my toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results 
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140 
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A 
Total # Words: 123


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Time Travel

-In-between Worlds-

Letting go of all the space in between
the reality
the cloud
A theme, that use to be 
---Now dead
Long gone before I woke

Sadly Today's my birthday 
So here I am singing a song
All ALone
Happy Birthday to myself

Love PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Fall

Fall and
red yellowing 
leaves in the trees

an old man sitting 
on a bench
watches them 
fall
and thinks of his youth

a youth 
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling 
red yellowing leaves
and googles 
the future 
of trees


Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Shawty Got Swag

$hawty Got $wag
Shawty got swag, Shawty mad dope. Face all cheesin’, She real turned up. Goin’ to da club, She steppin' wit her peeps, Lookin’ so ratchet, She’s straight up hoochie.
No racks in her pocket, No stacks in her wallet, But she all into bubbly Slurpin’ and burpin’. Lookin for a big baller, Who’ll give her wat she wants, Wildin’ on the dance floor, Tweakin’ an’ freakin’, Shawty actin' so cra cra! She just like da rest a dem, But Shawty real fly, Sure likes a lotta ice, Bling bling, and Benjamins.
Shawty creepin’ to hook up Coz she needs a boo wit finesse, Who’ll give her Yves St. Laurent, 5-star hotels, and 5-star restaurants. Shawty off the chain, Shawty off the hook, She got game and she’s aight! Shawty da bomb - fuh real!!!
Entered in contest “Ebonics – Let’s Do Some Slang" sponsored by Verlena S. Walker (8-18-2014). Some Terms and Definitions: shawty – a young attractive female; dope – cool, nice, awesome; swag – style; turn up – excited; mad – really a lot; peeps – friends, close pals; baller – a thug that made it in the big time; racks/stacks– lots of money; aight – alright; wildin’– to go crazy, acting out of control; cra cra – crazy; tweakin’/freakin’ – dancing provocatively and moving around out of control; cheesin’ – smiling; finesse – man who has swag and can spend a huge amount of money; ratchet – ghetto diva; creepin’ – sneaking about; bubbly – champagne; bling bling – expensive flashy jewelry; Benjamins – hundred dollar bills; boo – one’s lover; da bomb – the best of the best; game – skills; ice – expensive flashy jewelry usually diamonds or jewelry with diamonds; off the chain/off the hook – excellent, fantastic, awesome; fly – cool, in style; hook up – getting together with someone romantically; hoochie – a female who dresses trashy; straight up – absolutely, really.


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Highland Lassie

Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the lake town,
Askin' of a question erry where he goes:
(Chorus; Cailin, followed by some villagefolk)
And it's, "Marry, gather 'round! for she hasna' yet been found;
I come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be:
I've a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea."
"Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."

(Verse Two; Cailin's thoughts)
Some of them were pouty, others even dowdy;
"These," he thought, "would never do in fifteen years:
Beauty on the outside, nothin' on the inside,
Leaves a girl with nothin' when it fades to tears."
(Chorus; Cailin's continuing journey)
Trav'lin' all around, for she hasna' yet been found;
He's come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be:
With a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea." 
"Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,"
But you canna' tell the fairest one except you see them all:
And the lassies sweetly smile, for this stranger to beguile,
As 'e treads throughout the Highlands from the winter to the fall.

(Verse Three; Cailin's travels and troubles)
From the banks of Lomon', up to Durness roamin',
How's a wight to judge betwixt a thousand score?
Steps were waxing weary, days were growing dreary,
'Till 'e saw a lass 'e hadna' met before.
(Chorus; Cailin, to a lass called Ellsie and her villagefolk)
And it's, "Marry, gather 'round, for the lassie here is found!
I 'ave searched and found the truest lass, as only one can be:
Here the letter I deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea. 
"Here's a lass," I proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."

(Verse Four; Ellsie's villagefolk reply in confusion)
Then they said, "Oh, please, Sir, don't you taunt and tease 'er,
Caint you tell she's plainer e'en than Skye down dell?
Caint you tell you've pained 'er? don't do that again, Sir,
Lest you 'ave a reason, and if so, pray tell."
(Chorus; Cailin's reply, followed by Ellsie reading the letter)
"O'er the braes an' through the moor, I 'ave trode my walkers sore,
All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat;
And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear,
So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet."
Then she opened up the scroll, and she read it to the full,
And for those who chance to wonder, I shall quote you what she read:
"When the fairest lass I find, if our wishes are aligned,
I should wish to know thee better, lass, and then, perhaps, to wed."

(Verse Five; Ellsie's reply to the letter)
Then she said, "Oh, come, Sir; don't be sad or glum, Sir;
Meet my father, mother, and my sisters small:
Soon the bells were ringin', people gladly singin'
"Here's the lad who worked to find the best of all."
(Chorus, which Ellsie's villagefolk sing at the wedding)
"O'er the braes an' through the moor, 'e 'as trode 'is walkers sore,
All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat;
And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear,
So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet. 
"Here's a lass," we proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."



Note: the verses are written using trochaic feet, meaning that they begin with a stressed syllable, followed by an unstressed, and so on repeatedly. The fifth foot (syllables nine and ten) in the second and fourth lines of the verses is a spondee, meaning two stressed syllables in one foot. I mention this for ease in correct reading. An example of this same device is "Since the Savior Found Me" by Edgar J. Haskins, (in last line of verses and refrain).


Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Bullying 101

Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to the gavel, and exit without caution from this perfect 
prison called home. 
The audience of youthful flattery awaits you, and those 
who you hunt, 
Anticipate your roar, and contemplate a permanent 
departure. 

Step 2: 
Masquerade around the elementary wheels of 
transportation, and make sure your crown has no opposition.
Be seated in the rear levels of mischief, and target those
who sit angelically, in frontal silence. 
Remember to grin until your devilish smile has a 
pathological glow, 
And act without tears, your greatest show without
showing. 

Step 3: 
Be ignorant to punctual chimes that sing, and lean on 
absent temptation for comfort. 
Show patience for the perfectly weak; allow them their 
steps upon the wax floors, 
Give them their fairy tale of safety. 
For they are dreamers, and you are their scheduled 
nightmare. 

Step 4: 
Enter classrooms initially through the minds of prey. 
Let them introduce the beast without forethought, 
Observe their careful whispers among the intellectual
flock, 
And standby till their guard sleeps. 

Lastly, steal the eyes of misery from your contemporaries
as you walk in, and sit among the walls of miseducation. 
For knowledge is not the vocation you seek. 
Only the beauty of suffering can compensate your lust. 
Step 5:
Begin by insulting the eager minds that roam 
brilliantly in the front row. 
Shout high praises from hell, belittle their flawless 
answers, 
And bear no breaks of mercy until tears fall. 

Now shift your heinous gears toward the everlasting 
prom queen, your unrequited distraction. 
She does not lean towards you, therefore you must 
harm her pedestal as well. 
Do not hesitate to disarm this glow that will never 
infiltrate your surroundings. 

Step 6:
Confirm that your motions are approved, by the 
council of expulsion, 
And give them infamous leeway to imitate in your
rare absence. 

Step 7: 
Reminisce joyfully over sin that will never turn pure, 
as you return home. 
Remove the wool from your eyes, and follow sorrow 
till it wants no hint of you any longer, 
A similar thought entertained by parents you forever 
know.  

Lastly, if you urge beyond repair, and accept that the 
sheep you threaten everyday will never turn, 
Despite your purpose, 
Then feel free to act as those that previously harmed, 
And contemplate a permanent departure. 
May god bless these faithful carriers of misery. 


Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2014

Details | Youth Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Life I Love

(In the words of a happy little mermaid)

I slide through silky cerulean seas
Silently swimming wherever I please;
I glide through water with buttery ease,
With skin that is smoother than ivory keys.

There are secret gardens I love to explore
Far below the world on the ocean floor,
Where are colors no man has seen before
Hidden in an underwater treasure store.

Deeper down in the sea, where I go on a whim,
The light is so far it is grayish and dim;
There the masts of shipwrecks rise dark and slim,
And coins of gold line passages I swim.

On tropical islands with flowing waves
I play in uncharted, mysterious caves,
Or nap in the sunlight's golden rays
In a silent shoal on balmy days.

I pick pretty flowers to put in my hair
And splash in the shallows with never a care;
The droplets shine like diamonds in the air,
Rising and falling like a crystal flare.

When the day is over, the dolphins sing mass
And the sun sets fire on the leaping bass,
Then I lie in a bed much clearer than glass
And pray a sweet dream for this mermaid lass.


Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014