Short Youngster Poems
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It followed me home the youngster said.
The rooster was struggling to get away from her grasp.
We can see that said her parents.
A hop, a skip and a jump
will get you over the hump
Unless you're in a car
in which case
you can't jump too far
Yaap things going forward backword
but what will be do we just give our
efforts, god take your test untill you
become youngster to old age.
Avnesh yadav
Victoria, queen,
as a youngster quite lean,
had nine children and grew rather fat,
but Albert and John Brown both loved her like that!
for Andrea's clerihew contest
Naughty but not nasty.
Cheeky but not rude.
Innocence, ere what blushes
Darker for each face.
Hyper, histrionic
But not unstable.
The youngster, ere what runs, bawls
In complete disgrace.
Hello! It's me, I used to be much taller
Shrinking quite fast, soon be a wee bawler
Wear diapers, kiddie kind
Losing my brilliant mind
Revert to a youngster when I was a lot smaller
Based on a true story
Now there once was a youngster named Jake
So ornery he made his folks quake
Santa left coals in his shoes
Giving young Jake Christmas blues
Who then forever tantrums forsake
It would be a pleasantry if I stayed a child since-
Growing up is something beautiful however.
Goodbye to the youngster within
I look forward to accommodate him now that he’s older.
~Hidayat
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In spite of my years, still hummin' 'tween the ears
Not as well but breezin' till my breath disappears
If I'd known as a youngster
Would've pressed that buzzer
Saving the head honchos much moolah all these years
Passionate youngster
enjoying youth
Beautiful weather
sunny skies
Water flowing
tearing from these eyes
Nature and I became Lovers
Kissing on the lips
caressing every muscle of the skin
Why
everything was fine
but that was some life ago
Form:
It’s 253 am here I am
Craving a midnight snack
But it’s past midnight
I shouldn’t delight
I’ll just starve in the sack
I must fight the hunger monster
For my goal is to avoid fat rolls
Calories aren’t imaginary youngster
And bread add booty to a soul
Form:
I think these are go-go boots, the youngster said with a smile.
She brought out some lovely pink paisley cowboy boots, totally in style.
These are not like Nancy Sinatra’s white go-go boots I said.
In the sixties we let these gorgeous bright boots go straight to our head.
I feel bad for what I did to you,
It wasn't a plan to hurt you so.
I didn't mean to make you hurt,
I didn't want to, I'm worse than dirt.
I don't know why I cheated on you,
the girl was random, I had no mood.
I am a youngster, please forgive me,
cause only with you I want to be with.
Form:
Goodbye again dungeon of memories
where youngster self has bloomed
In no time I'll be back again
Like an echo in a song
Bless the one who toiled for you
Whose sweat and blood laid your foundation
May her sunshine rise again
In golden shades, her silver moon
January 8, 2024, PST, BC
As a youngster, I felt alone to the core,
Loneliness filled my very being and soul.
Oozing out relentlessly; no peaceful shore,
Nurturing and molding me, taking a toll;
Every part of me gave in, I had no control.
Contest:Try a Quincrosticain
Sponsor:Andrea Dietrich
09-24-2023
Her Autumn red hair
Like leaves on the turn
A colour so
Delightful auburn
A smile that turns
Heads in the room
An aura of cheer
Like a new spring bloom
This youngster she is
A breath of fresh air
When the young boys pass
They delightfully stare
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-5.php
Bad Myspace.
M - mind controlling
Y - young teens raped
S - sell your soul.
P - peole can see you myspace
A - addiction
C - controlls!
E - energy waister
Good Myspce.
M - my friends are there
Y - youngster love it
S - stops boredom
A - acctually can be fun
C - chatting
E - empty head, gets filled up.
Stay away from guns of all kinds, youngster! They're not toys.
Believe what you heard in the holiday film, "The Christmas Story;"
repeated over and over ..."You'll shoot your eye out, kid!"
Submitted for...
Guns Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 04/21/2021
Once, I found a youngster in the last row.
Our eyes met together out of the blue.
A hidden glow of scholarly brilliance
I perceived from his timid berry eyes.
As his guide, turned to be a catalyst.
My cogitation didn't go abortive.
When glide through the pages of nostalgia,
I hear the echoes, "Diamond in the rough".
Legs propelling me off the edge
underwater.
Looking up, ceiling going by.
Diaphragm controlling steady exhaling,
arms overhead.
Then breaststroking, legs frog kicking,
air bubbling out my nose-
preventing water going in.
Maybe breath control is another benefit
granted an oldster
for playing clarinet
as a youngster.
When I'm Sixty Four
by Rick Rucker
Now that the New Year has begun,
I'm going to work harder, to be sure to get things done!
Last year, I was content to Let It Be,
But I was a youngster, a mere lad of sixty three!
In a couple weeks, I'll have that luxury no more,
I'll have to try so much harder, When I'm Sixty Four!
Isn't that the
objective of life?
To get in
a position where
you don't have
a care in the World
It brings you
back to when
you were a youngster- - - - -
But it is
hard to achieve
once you
become an adult
There are so
many worries, responsibilities- - -
Just trying to
make ends meet
keeping your health
living a moral
and peaceful life
our raw fluids flow
flowing from her fresh blood
as marauders go a-rampage
& a youngster by her bossom
is mauled
cut in the pieces of her broken bones
that's her remains
a skull left for inspections
the president & his white-washed
dignitaries are ever-passing by
to see
a maiden bleeding
in the foul of a nation's hub -
please, brother
speak like a gentleman!
Form:
Where are we going?
a simple question
but words can be embosssed.
Teen-age son thinks,
"WHERE are we going?"
and moans, "Do I HAVE to go?"
Busy Mom thinks,
"Where ARE we going?"
meaning, "Honey, are you LOST?"
The youngster thinks,
"Where are WE going?"
wond'ring, "Do I GET to go?"
When Papa thinks,
"Where are we GOING?"
he asks, "How much will THIS cost?"
Red ,dark barracks,is where fight meet
Can you stand in spite of retreat?
You can't see the youngster near the
Monster,thus his power on the mighty
Tower
When they go out of fear,they still
Need the use of gear,so
When the time comes,life will
One day be like drums
The barracks are a station of will,
And the act of drill
From that comes the conclusion ,the
Fact of a barrack