Young Poems - Poems about Young

I feel your unrehearsed pauses-- the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving a tangy ache your firm lips make, holding back cold, collected words. This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver while the ending has it's own interment; and outside, night wrestles with time brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth licking an estranged bite that reminds me of your frivolity . Until...

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There are a lot of myths we have been told Like at the end of a rainbow there's a pot of gold. Things I was told turned out to be lies Like if you watch to much television you will get square eyes. If you eat the crust of the bread you will Get curly hair. Don't look to long at...

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whistles blare gun powder in the air lead pours overhead I can't wait to feel my bed I line up my rifle breathe and squeeze my orders are to strife I run empty so I freeze the quit nights are haunted this conflict was unwanted one more tally added; I can't mask it make sure they spell it right on my casket...

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How do I prove my state of mind, When time has passed and closed behind— The doors of cells and courtroom days, Still echoing in quiet ways. I cry at scenes the world forgets, Where mercy meets with no regrets— Where men in chains find stars at night, And wrong is tempered into right. The Green Mile's steps, the final chair, Still haunt me...

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Oh dear young angel Why do you frown at my eyes? ...

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When I was young I had my health Nothing hurt I did not need arthritis pills I could walk without pain I wish I had danced and skipped and hopped more while I still could...

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Black top was miles and miles away Dirt road as far as you could see The future just a minute away Was everything you wanted it to be Taking our time but not slowing down Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground Up with the sun, chasing the moon around Dirt road living with a real country sound The black top...

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I'm really much too young to get old Something's drastically out of whack I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud Why's my body giving me flack? A strange bump just formed on my neck Don't think it was there yesterday My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer But I'm still young in all other ways My body is falling apart, bit by bit Takes...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks, With souls hungry for desires and unfulfilled quests, running through glass labyrinths, Trying to quench their thirst with offerings of life that sparkle but are hollow to the touch, Between the shelves of existence, where cheap illusions are wrapped in attractive colors. They seek nourishment...

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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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