Young Poems - Poems about Young

May we be blessed to remember this simple truth as each day each life unfolds…. Old people deserve the love and respect of the young… and young people deserve the love and respect of the old....

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I turned fourteen, the world turned cold, The light I knew felt strange, controlled. They said these years would shape my soul— But all I feel is lost and old. I used to laugh, just ‘cause I could, Run wild in every neighborhood. Now I just scroll, or lie awake, Pretending none of this can break. The mirror’s cruel, my thoughts are loud, I...

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If, within the silence, you begin the play once more, If, even with a fine performance, you can no longer catch the essential lines, If, driven by life's anxieties, no matter what you do, an unwanted play is staged within your mind, If, to shield yourself from it, you try to guard with noise, increasing your friends as a form of defense, Even if the theater fears the days...

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May we be blessed as we age before this world it’s our time to depart… that the wrinkles which inevitably find their way upon our skin never find their way into our heart. ...

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When I look into a mirror these days…my old face is what I see… and many is the day I wonder…how this came to be. As I look a little closer…I touch my face and say, “Where did all these wrinkles come from…and what’s with all this gray?” For me…what makes this seem so unbelievable, so dreamlike…so unreal is the...

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The soliloquy of a late-night train whistle in the distance Calls out to me like past voices, and the insistence Of God’s voice is echoed in Pastor David's sermon (Growth? the Holy Spirit will determine) As if God were speaking directly to me, germane To the haunting of my past, it has been whispering of late Getting me to focus...

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I told my mother I loved him. She said I was wrong. I told my father I loved him. He said I was young. I did not know if either of those things were true. But I knew they did not love each other....

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The apartment smelled like smoke Frail and fleeting I looked at her She never ate Always yelled I looked at him He never stayed Always somber Curled in a blanket on the floor Thin and cold Looking up at the ceiling A stain on the wall The window was open Screaming in the kitchen Needles on the floor The carpet dirty I walked around a little bit I lay back down There was...

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Your smile does something to me Your laugh makes my head spin How you’re so patient And I don’t have to say a thing Even though I’m always overthinking How your opinion alone is reassuring And your presence, though it may not be physical, grants me peace that I’ve never experienced with an earthly man Love sometimes is beyond confusing When you’re...

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We had loads of fun, Once were young in the sun, So perfect, man, In his own scan, Chick overthinking, All this overthining, Really, can be read, Stuffed why we got wed!...

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The days of being small in size came back to me After growing up to be six feet three I could always get away with so much as a child From being sweet or sometimes wild I remember doing things as a little boy Simple things that brought me joy From treehouses to homemade skates When the school bell rang, I couldn't...

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The Cage Upon the trees, I built my cage, oblivious. Invisible bars forged with hollow expectations and the echo of my doubts, a sly structure of limits that I thought would lift me into the blues. In a trance, I followed the rules I wrote in silence, the demands I carved into my skin, thinking they’d propel me toward the vast expanse-...

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A threadbare sigh relentlessly lisps while he begs with twilight for inner calm; Dear life...he is just a young man, wobbly feet wanting to run away from unknown ground which reeks of ...

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When we were young and the world was a blank sheet of paper, the fields stretched green under the infinite blue sky, each morning was a magic we were just beginning to discover, our waking hours were an endless play under the sun. We were overwhelmed by each new day, like an unexpected gift, each moment brought us a universe...

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Breach the surface within, Feelings change, Cold hands always doubting me. Ceilings hang over me, Teach me to never break down, Sealing what’s shouting “release”. I was always a dove, These feelings of love, They’re what’re crowding me. I was only a dove, Those days I was young, Cold hands were holding onto me. I...

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