Young Poems - Poems about Young

Inner Child

You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning

Five Cents Worth

I used to wonder, what’s worth my nickel?
A day adventure on my bicycle.
I’d look all around.
My choice narrowed down.
A large green pickle, or red popsicle

Death of a Young King

Eight of the strongest and bravest of warriors were gathered in all
Each chosen for their strength, each the same in weight and in tall

Their task was not an easy one there to carry home their dead King
The priests follow on thereafter with their mourning bells doth ring

The King had lead them all into battle, a

TRIADE 1 Old Young Man

The old young man has had a dream 
Of how he had traveled far.
I wouldn't say he was in the past 
When he found himself in place.

Was that afar as far as the far 
If the life had shown him more,
As well as far and afar from far 
And the Cuban Missile Crisis was also

Heartbroken By Young Love --POTD

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
an  ending which 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 .

Young and gullible

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

The Young

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

Redemption

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

Young Angel

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

When I was Young

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

Young on a Dirt Road

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

Too Young To Get Old

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

Story Of Pat

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

In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks

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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