Philosophy Youth Poems

If true
that old age
is but a bad habit …
 what can youth become

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Divorcing passion
from intellect
Two orphans 
created
Homeless together
— inside of one soul

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If you want
to be...

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When Ocean Dries Up Will Be A Bad Plight


In that old house something seemed not right,
the hammer hits the nail right on the head.

The moon...

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In The Refreshing Springtime, When The Breeze Was Cool


I used to go by the lake, sit on the old fallen oak
In the refreshing Springtime, when...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life...

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In a world where men hold all the power,
A young girl struggles through each passing hour.
She dreams of a life where she can be free,
But...

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After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my...

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I wish I could turn the hour hand back
To the place you held me
Safe in your arms like tower walls
where we shared a horizon,
watched the...

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V.
And finally for this poem,
though not for your real life,
is the inborn curse of violence,
the stubborn need to fight.
It’s one some claim to ‘leave behind,’
but...

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IV.
Another I think I’ll bring up
you can’t realize right now,
your brain has not yet reached this point,
youth just will not allow
you to see what older...

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III.
Another hard reality
that we should teach our boys,
unconditional love is not
something the world employs,
Unless it is your own parents
you never well get it,
the world will...

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II.
A young man should also realize
that for society
all young men are expendable,
cruel as that though might be.
Young women are most protected,
and some people blame this
on...

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I.
The world that you’re coming into
has never really cared
about who you are ‘deep inside,’
there is no money there.
Your teachers and parents praised you,
because that’s what...

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I am wiping every tear of my younger self in this reality 
She cries near my window every night 
I bring makeup wipes for her...

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The wind is come to sojourn once more
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.

Eyes may not see but ears are...

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I remember nights on the south side porch 
After a full dinner & nothing on TV
We gather to sit talk and listen to cicadas cry
High
Into...

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