Short Youths Poems
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I have
a thought
about an allergic love
who knows
if you had once
as you claimt
you will surely contact it
to allergic.
My youths dream of night
The rain drops on thirsty soul
The light from heaven
The language of my future
Baby I love you so much.
Speak with me
will always track you
Join your brain
Out of crowds
plus your barren room at dark.
slack youths sleepless nights
Scooby doo and the crew never went to school
But everyone always found them cool
Chasing dudes dressed like fools
Telling all youths the dos of catching ghouls
Over the earth's eternal ages,
youths endeavor to catch the moon,
not heeding the words of sages
(it's best that they don't learn too soon) -
no one catches the wind or moon."
Treacherous their ways
without sunlight's rays
Paths of sleet and ice
break our limbs in a trice
Youths may look, leap and laugh
Elders dare not make this gaffe
Raindrops
Trickling down the windowpane
Thunderbolts
Sparking up the fire burn
Violent youths
Teaming up with the devil to reign
My personality
The victim of the system's cruelty
Today’s youth, we all agree, have gone to Hell
With literature and poetry as well,
While, lamentably, these youths we can’t control,
They should take care to dance to rock and roll.
The forties was a frightening decade in World History
thousands of youths were forced to go to war
to fight the evil that rose in Germany and Italy;
who was the worst dictator Mussolini or Hitler?
More and more youths are swayed to follow
wicked deeds due to influence
of bad men or companions.
Others are pushed by their
own evil desires.
Because of this,
their life and
future
fade.
Zillion youths x-rayed when videotape unravel
the security risk, questioning people’s obligation ,
not many leaders know juvenile involvement
hoist great fellows ,excluding dangerous criminals
being adjudged .
Ghost and ghouls groaning,
Youths, yapping yelling;
Trick or treat…teasing
In sweet and sweat season.
Sweets storm the street,
Stones substitute sweet;
Grown ups fails to greet
…Troubled by’ trick or treat’
Adolescent boys captured, distressed
eagerly fighting, getting hounded.
‘Innocent’ Juveniles Knifing Lone Mothers.
Nervous Old People Question
Rights Set Towards Underage
Villains. Wanting x-rays, youths zap
Always write to inspire
Encourage, enlighten, and empower
Be that positive motivating force
Every minute and hour
Teach the youths how to live
Give them guidance in order to thrive
Show them how to find their inner strength
In order to survive
~ with the glasses of love - always on the hunt - my first kiss ~
03/09/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My Most Unforgettable Moment in HighSchool
Sponsored by: JCB Burl
14 syllables
1st place in the contest
We need to teach the youths
On how to succeed
Build them up with courage and dignity
So they can prosper and take heed
Tough love may be on display
Because we want them to do their best
Encourage them to stay on the right path
And aim for excellence
Affection brings comfort ,displays exquisiteness,
Fascinates generosity, houses ideal justice, kind-hearted
like Martyrs needed occasionally, professing quietude,
Rebuking savagery towards underclass villeins whereas
x-rated youths zinger.
Date:9-25-2015
Bavila youths
Rise up
And
Act quickly
Stand up
And
Speak loudly
Don't give up
And
Continue speaking
The truth daily
Bivila youths,
Have faith
And truth.
Trust yourselves
As youngsters
Who can shine than stars
On the top stairs.
Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!
Tired Not Retired(Balassi Stanza)
Though I have not retired
I came home from~riot tired
heart heavy for the oppressed poor.
Weeping,sorrow must end
We have to stop this trend
Wipe corruption from our floor.
Kids dying of hunger
Youths strike with full anger
No choice,but to open~door.
richly hued summer
lives along a golden stretch
blooms sky sand surf sun
spectrum changes hour to hour
dawn to dusk people laughing
bright swimsuits green youths
beachballs and ice cream flavors
fresh scent of blue sea
from far out where it meets sky
fragrant blooms the livelong day
There are no job opportunities
for the people
by the government.
There are more rob opportunities
for the government
over the people.
No job opportunities had been
created like they boasted
during the rallies
More opportunities have been
created rather
to rob the jobless.
The kettle is bubbling,
Youths are whistling,
Police on the run.
Nation angry,
Children hungry,
Bellies empty.
Riots rising,
Mothers bawling,
Cities burning.
Communication breaking,
Recession increasing,
Unemployment growing.
Politicians assembling,
Britain crumbling,
People worrying,
Population dividing.
The youths of our nation
Is like a "Fossil" floating on the sea of humanity
Nothing more than "a Vestigial Remnant"
A generation destined to disappear
So let us reclaim our disconnected youths
They are the future and they're our fruits
©Copyright December 27, 2009 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Old boys!
Jut their youths' ideas
Marvel at dark streets
Surrounded by lark' sound
Age of the sun
Life of the earth
Facts seem phoney
All dwindle hardy hopes
Tongues spoken
Words split open
Guns left free
And harvest in vain
Hearts desired
Reality crooked
For the way paved
Broken justice reserved