Short Young Adult Poems
Short Young Adult Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Young Adult by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Young Adult by length and keyword.
I bit into the hardest of suckers
‘Cause I’m no longer a big huge baby
With moods a lot like teeter-totters.
Now, I’m who I always wanted to be.
When I was young,
In life I was bound.
When I was a teen,
All I had I had been.
As a young adult,
I became as blunt.
Now that I am old,
I've in life, none to hold.
You can not wander
about to anywhere.
You do not roam where your name is not going.
It can cost you, your life.
I navigate the boundary
of your limits
from child
to young adult.
I care for you.
Form:
Ross
Ross is my single young adult son.
Often pitches in to help others.
Sincerely loves to be on the computer… a lot.
Secure about his abilities.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 1, 2010
Poetic form: Name
To change my looks
You won't find it in any books
Foundation of God's strength
Now to give my roots a little length
Rose my cheeks of buttery brown
Red lips to change my frown
Now add a little sunshine
This baby, little girl, young adult will be fine
Form:
Parents if you hinder
Your young adult or adult child
All their life, and don’t show
Them the right way
While you’re still alive
Don’t expect your
Other kids to take on
The responsibility
After your dead and gone
Because they have to live
Their lives to
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel leaves nothing
But a heartbeat lost
Towards the novel
The internal contents read
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel excuses no mortal
Heartbeat is a cannibal
Towards the novel
Extremities become red
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
Where you were in the 70's
Wore pink elephant-collar silk shirts
I was preteen, teen young adult
Danced in polyester bell bottom pants
Lived in the center of USA heart lands
Where I was in the 70's
Watching Soul Train
And American Bandstand
Where I was in the 70's
3/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
This in- between phase of manhood
gripped me. You , lost in a dimension
between late teen and young adult,
the burden of confidence weighing
taut years and tears down as life's truths
hid that face from free thought.
I was afraid of holding you strongly
in fragile screams come midnight.
Let me help you heal now.
If I could count the years
they remind me
how easily they catch us
unawares
of the passage time.
Yesterday a teenager
then a young adult
and suddenly
midlife
slipping quickly.
Today
a senior citizen
retiring
yet still
looking back at the time passed.
Who counts the years
wondering of tomorrow
how soon
they are gone
and we are left only to look back.
On this the night of your promotion
I look back and see the little boy I once knew
So tiny and tender,
needing those around him
Playing and sharing as young ones do
Now I look and see the young adult you’ve come to be
So tall and sleek,
so confident and strong
So look back and smile
Look ahead with confidence knowing you can do anything, anything
as long as you believe
Believe
Never had actual dreams because I always thought that they will never come
true .
Will they? as i'm growing up in this world where I see all kinds of disasters.
I remember being 12 wishing of my age to be 18 witch I regret and now I see
the whole truth of being a young adult there's nothing really out here for me but
frustration and making my own world better by becoming successful.
Form:
I will do me in three verses of rhyme
(each verse with three lines.) I was once in my prime,
but now I just feel the fleeing of time.
I had many dreams a long time ago.
I was then simply a young adult though.
Now I keep writing of how fast years go.
Since the September morn on which I was born,
multi-colored hats of different styles I've worn.
In some ways I think that I am like a unicorn.
We know all insecure men tend to fail abysmally at coping with suffering.
Their misogyny is boundless and they wonder why we view them with disdain.
It’s senseless for men to even bother innocent women shopping at the store.
Their mothers should’ve just walked through those abortion clinic doors.
Note: This poem is about incels, a population of violent young adult men that I will never respect.
Flowing in fully covered with ice; voiced strength of a banshee
But just a young adult in this new millennium, all of 2023
The previous century saw me come of age; this one will see the death of me
Across the face of the night; the new hire barely 24, your replacement interviewee
Will you fulfill resolutions, changing lives trajectory?
Or just a wasteland, as your beginnings snow-less winter be
Attention! Attention!
We all want to be heard.
..... The Word .....
is as powerful out from you
as from me.
Listen! Listen!
Hear the voice
that cries to be heard
from the moment of its birth.
Listen to the children,
hear the teenager,
the young adult, middle-aged
or oldster who all have
a voice of their time.
Silence! Silence!
Within No Sound lies
a Voice Most Profound
that speaks to us all
if we but listen.
Mid morning in the now leafy white poplar, tall and symmetrical,
four flashing light and dark magnificent magpies tea leaf, steal the
mannerisms of tinier wagtails by moving their tails up and down dancing
around from branch to branch leading following each other and chattering
away as though they have nothing else to do all day, for on this lovely day
their instincts start to do what all other young adult creatures do in Spring.
my story in a thimble protecting me from the prick of the needle
the mother gave birth to an easy baby at noon in the sweltering heat of Morocco
the lively little girl became a teenager in the grey of Paris and lost her appeal
the young adult exiled in New York stayed invisible to the eyes of the world
in the prime of her life she became wild and had to climb back the ladder
mature she thrives and recaptures the creative child she was.
Love is
that look caught in someone's eye
that feeling of warmth and racing hearts
that touch drawing one to two
that word whispering I love you
that bond the merges two to one.
Love is
a mother's joyful tears at the birth of a child.
a father's prideful boast of his child's achievements.
a child's respect and acceptance of discipline ,
a young adult stepping forward to independence,
the parent letting go.
See you later,
Everyone has choice,
A choice for living,
Nobody expects,
He will depart soon,
Everyone a child,
Young, adult and grand,
Departs with this hope,
They shall see again.
The society has faith,
The world is progressing,
Over the centuries,
The faith for living,
Existed every where.
Although a Religion,
Also offers them
A better place in heaven,
A painless gift,
Why people deserves?
To suffer on Earth,
What is a great idea?
Keep Them Safe
I was born in New York City
It wasn’t safe nor was it pretty
That’s where I spent my young adult life
I realized it wasn’t safe for my children or my wife
There was always that threat of danger
I didn’t want my family victimized by a stranger
I packed them up and sent them to a New Jersey town
We bought a house on a street that part of the name is brown
Life went well and my kids are now grown
All my kids now have a family and house of their own
Hey baby girl,
I love you and your my world.
I know you don't know me,
But me and your mom are enemies.
I was hoping we could be a happy family.
But things never happen like you want it to be.
We was young, I was a young adult and she was nineteen.
We got caught in the love seen
And thought we could make it if we worked as a team.
But things got in front of our dreams.
The important thing,
Is that I love you and forever in my heart you will always be-Mario Perez
.
The first time I saw you
I was a child watching Roots.
No knowledge of the poetry
or autobiography pursuits.
The first poem I heard by you
was "And Still I Rise'.
As a young adult in search of
purpose it came as no surprise.
With every interview, book,
and poem I could take in.
In an odd and distant way,
you became teacher and friend.
Several chances I had to meet you,
but I was always too afraid.
Because of you and some others too
My love for poetry will never be swayed.