Young Poems - Poems about Young

According to Google, Antifa means a coalition of anti-fascism and it's against right wing ideology. What Google doesn't mention is that members of Antifa can turn 'so-called peaceful protests' into vandalism of personal and public property. Going so far as to physically attack journalists reporting their 'anti-democracy and anti-governmental protests.' Seeking to tear down and burn our...

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I stood in front of my class and cried biscuits over you squirting out my elegant tears like fish eggs while you took selfies in a muscle shirt that read 'Don't be such a mermaid'...

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It was all a lie, yet again, He played you for a fool, Made you believe he really wanted you, But alas it was a jock for him, You were never special, Just a silly young girl making him feel young again, You were just a phase, ...

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I loved him when I was young before I knew the ocean depths I loved him with a heart brand new no scars to mar me yet I loved him with a clean, pure soul no knowledge had I of sin I loved him with my hair in braids with such hope, how I loved him I loved him when my breasts...

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Two young princes, both bold and loud, Each quite certain he made Mum proud. One wore armor, shining and bright— The other wore socks that never matched right. One shouted, “Charge!” and raced with a roar, The other said, “Please, there’s mud on the floor.” One liked dragons, fire, and swords, The other preferred snacks and crossword boards. They fought (of course) like...

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As a young child of five, I found myself in dance school. It was a fun place to make new friends, as we learned about dancing. After a year of training, we were ready for our big dance recital. The exciting night finally came, we were dressed in hot pink outfits. Now it was our turn with music playing, we marched out onto...

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Those endlessly dark COVID unit days Once lead my emotions and mental state astray Finally finding solace in online games For some crumbs of joy from day to day It was there I met a brand new friend Who got me through till winters end His words, thoughts and intentions were true His music and...

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a young boy once lived in a zoo round him such a hullabaloo to earn his full daily keep he looked after all the sheep shovelling up their mounds of poo to change his one job he pestered and with the truth he so twisted then he looked after the goats their smell was beyond a joke regrets the story invented now caring for baby...

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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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