Youth Poems | Examples of Youth Poetry

one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still...

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The simmer of a summer sky by favor of the golden sun Invites my mind to seek and play such memories...

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I am a hatchling Who hardly knows a thing, I don't have much of a past, The world is wide and vast, I don't know what to do In my life that's bran-new, I need someone to lead me To where I should go and be. I am a hatchling, Warmth is essential in the night; Soon I'll be a fledgling Once I've grown feathers for...

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There’s living a life, with the wind in your face.. Chasing the sun in a faraway place. Hearts beating wild on a mountain’s high peak.. Finding the magic that most never seek. And then there are those in the grip of the grind.. With dreams set aside and the clockwork in mind. Paying off walls they barely call home.. Counting the days...

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I remember him seated on a bench in the park all alone A young man who did not feel at home Pleasant...

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I held a ruler to the sky No reason why, I'd just comply They told me dreams should stay below But still, I stretched, I had to know They said "The moon is not for you" "You are just a girl, you'll fade from view" But I would climb up to the roof and whisper stars my quiet truth They called me odd,...

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I keep planting gardens in my wounds, wondering why everything tastes like rust. Maybe I don’t want to heal— maybe I just want prettier scars. Some nights, I mistake my reflection for something I’m supposed to save. It’s not love. It’s recognition. I keep circling the fire because I built it. I don’t miss the pain— I miss having something to blame. I never wanted happiness. I wanted...

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A lifetime or two in a past far away There lives for me still, through a thicket of gray The brilliance of love for the world I once knew In more than just memories on pictures books blue The city...

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Down the aisle, a princess draped in grace, Tracing dreams upon silken white, A smile, a beacon of love’s caress, Yet shadowed whispers steal my light. Down the aisle, a tale unfolds anew, Of devotion woven, steadfast and bright, Where laughter dances, where grief holds true, Yet love remains, an eternal rite. As I gaze, your radiance near divine, Each step dissolves what once...

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Red roses in hand, A lad gives on his way— First flower blooms bright. ____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This haiku captures the tender offering of a first flower—a quiet symbol of new beginnings and the unspoken bloom of feeling. In its simplicity lies a powerful gesture, marking the quiet start of something beautiful, hopeful, and unknown....

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They called him average, just five on ten, Lost in a crowd of sharper men. Grades like chains, dreams on hold, In a system that worships marks in gold. He laughed too loud, he lived too free, Not built for this factory of a degree. He saw the stars beyond the test, While the world just chased what they thought was best. His...

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There was a D.J. at a club where I would go some weekend nights and dance till late. Not gorgeous, but an entertaining guy, he called me up and asked me on a date. It took me by surprise. I thought why not? Something inside me did not feel right though, My inner voice told me perhaps I ought to just stay...

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"Yesterday, seems so far away" and so different from today As we look in rose-colored mist where memories fondly exist Alas, the truth so often lies Hidden deeply in clouded skies Or, painted as a golden leaf A somewhat truth in Bas Relief...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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"Ode to You" You, the girl who learned to wear two worlds — Nigeria braided into your roots, England stitched into your stride. A quiet voice that holds galaxies, a sharp mind that slices through doubt but never forget the softness of being human. You, the one who stands at the crossroads: white lab coat dreams, ink-smudged notebooks, football boots still carrying yesterday's grass, your...

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