Younger Poems - Poems about Younger

It was a funeral for myself And I still haven't buried her yet The sky opened up and released its anger Rained down in grief and sadness The only other witness to her multiple deaths The world built her to break It was too late to save her For she was now unrecognisable In a casket crafted from pain...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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Dear younger me, You won’t understand this yet, but the world doesn’t stay kind. You don’t know it yet, but your smile will crack in places, no one can see. You’ll carry weight meant for two instead of one. Still blaming yourself for breaking everyday. One day you will look back, Not with pride, Not with peace, But with a trembling softness...

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The sun is intense this morning I am wearing my husband’s black sweatshirt No bra Just me and the shirt And my flannel pajama pants I am not a Neanderthal If I were younger, I would take off the shirt Wait I live in the country No one comes here Just a second...

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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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Ah, you are so young still, too tender to see how the storms are shaping you. These trials—though heavy now— are quietly teaching you how to rise. Do you know, even now, you are already on the right path? One day, you will stand fierce— undaunted, unbroken— no matter what life dares to place in your way. Your strength is already blooming....

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To my younger self, Here's a message to you, A reference for all you go through, Take heed from the start, Cherish your giving heart, It'll push you beyond limits, Without even counting minutes, Pushing yourself till pores bleed, Working hard is your creed, You are actually addicted, Making social life conflicted, Don't forget to smell the roses, Understand the threat that poses, This physical...

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What You Do Now In Life Is What Your Future Will Be ...

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I wish everybody was kind I wish the world wouldn't be evil I wish addictions were not a thing I wish people would know when they need to get help I wish people would get help when they know they need it I wish good people knew of the love they deserve I wish healing of others I wish my mom gets...

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After ten years of marriage, he cast me aside, For a younger woman with bounce in her stride. He said he loved her, and she made him feel young. Then he said I was dated and too overstrung. So, I looked in my mirror to see what he saw And saw an old woman whose emotions were...

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When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope, Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope. The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might, But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light. In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight, Remember deep within you burns a steady light. Each trial...

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Notice my stunning new avatar Can't believe how young and dashing I was At one time I was even a younger than that Mom actually had to change my diaper I know, I know, I'm so sophisticated now It's beyond people's comprehension That I was once a snotty nosed little know it all Full of my own importance We live and learn as...

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In every mirror I see a fellow much younger than me But when they take my photo ~ where does tit-for-tat go ...

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Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person... hashtagged introvertedness trademark silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified Impossible mission to resuscitate... a forsaken promising (even short lived) friendship regardless of expressed gender exhibited by other persons from yesteryear. When trying to jump/kick start lapsed meaningful interpersonal connections from much earlier in my life absence of a spark to kindle once upon a time valuable linkedin treasured bond bereft of dynamism. Folly...

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Wind brushes my lips reminds me of younger days when wishes came true...

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