Being Young Poems

Being Young poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of being young poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on being young are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Being a Poet

Being a Poet short poem

Being a poet doesn’t mean you just rhyme at the end of the line. For me it is a chance for readers to relate to the views that are mine. I usually try to write great poems to inspire the

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

A lifetime spent keeping life on track, Just to save oneself from any setbacks! No singing and dancing on life’s cruise; A ride without any fun, what’s the use?! Rather than comprehend nature’s truest gestures Better carry out wonderful adventures

If I Were Young Again

If I Were Young Again short poem

Piecemeal summer dies long winter spreads it’s blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against open Alberta sky. If I were young again, I’d sing of coolness of high

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All!

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All! long poem

My world came crashing down And I have been reduced to a nobody No one recognizes me anymore Even the dog in my street barks at me I am a woman with no resource I am a woman whose husband

Ubiquitous Being

Ubiquitous Being short poem

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial

Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial short poem

I walk towards the golden sunset again tired and unwilling to go on, have walked enough to know the futility of it all, have seen enough to have the want to shut out, have been a vagabond all my life

Being My Own Friend

Being My Own Friend short poem

We’re in a little trip to our mindscape, I’m here with me to accompany me. We’ve brought some dreams and hopes, And a little grief. We’ve none but we’re not alone, That’s our story in brief. We’ve planned to spread

Being A Girl, Here..

Being A Girl, Here.. short poem

here, being a girl is like a prey here, being a girl is like a parasite many do’s and dont’s around you always many must and must not also surround never ever they will let you think never ever they

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Love Stays Young Forever

Love Stays Young Forever long poem

Astonished was I in the floral bower Kenning a soothing scent so familiar By then had I smelt each sightly flower None but had a savor so spellbinding Butterflies blissfully fluttered in the air But one to the aromatic whiff

If I die Young

If I die Young short poem

If I die young, don’t cry, be happy Think what I’d wish you’d be and go out and be A short life I always had in mind My time was enough to see The world filled with love The world

Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some

Being Touched

Being Touched short poem

She touches me I mean when we’re sitting next to each other she touches my shoulder the back of my neck when we’re home she comes over or reaches over and touches me here’s how it feels I feel her

Being Beautiful

Being Beautiful long poem

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

Who is this being called God? That many lives are continually lost in his name Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake Is that what he created man for? Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Being A Mother

Being A Mother prose poem

Motherhood — Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge Or both of them finely rolled Into a status unique and strange ? A privilege granted by the supreme Maker To all female beings here on the earth Deeming them

Being Me

Being Me long poem

Does the society know my stand? I am not with a price tag to be sold to a man. I work everyday till the sky is red, till the earth turns black and the sound is dead. Why me? My

Young Father’s Kiss

Young Father’s Kiss short poem

You’re my sweet endearing child Fragile and lovely to stare at You gave me a reason to live Smiles and hopes were brought in to me. Every day is a new enjoyable chapter Looking forward to be the best father

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

Corpse Is Being Sent

Corpse Is Being Sent short poem

In the stand-off between stolen history and presiding deity. Priest was hanged, while a blue cloud was shedding the yellow moon. Who was selling God on the road? A tall coconut tree was my home; all but your mouth was

Only Being

Only Being short poem

Walking the path with otherness; not achieving anything, I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline to join the gods of a crowd. So that my sun, remains shadowless. No, it is not the final verdict. I was always incomplete, unburdening my

Young Love

Young Love short poem

Wondering why is my heart in it – All the tears Heartaches and pain you put me through . Wondering when you’re gonna come through . Thinking of all the moments we had Wishing we never had . Now I’m

A Paradox Of Being

A Paradox Of Being short poem

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

Irony of Being

Irony of Being short poem

I had all and nothing at all, so fragile, so meek the world around. The battles I fought, the love I lost, it still goes on and I now know why. Justice and lives, just the puppet of mights. The

When I was young

When I was young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

Nothingness And Being

Nothingness And Being short poem

Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.

From Young To Youth

From Young To Youth short poem

When I heard the sound in the history of time a young me, I found. I probed my inner self I clutched her, stumbled and again, she was gone with the wind. Silent spectator, she was updating each character of

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel

Dream Of Being In A Trefoil Tunnel long poem

A Dream of Being in a Trefoil Tunnel In one out-of-body, space, time and dream, I am a shade swooshing in a trefoil stream- In a tunnel wherein a whoosh up is a glide Round a bend that is a

The Young Feet

The Young Feet short poem

His eyes could speak tell that he will become strong but inside will be weak They sang the gaiety of innocence Felt the happiness presence His first steps were dangling with those little feet As if he was heading with

Words Of Never Being

Words Of Never Being short poem

In unaligned loneliness, tonight, a liquefied moon will fill up my glass, and my shadow will sit beside me and we will drink the pain. Lets’s settle in twilight of stars and think not of violence of crawling and inflicting

Human Being

Human Being short poem

NEGATIVE STREAKS Self glorification is trying to impress one self Putting down others is to cover ones short comings praising an incompetent is to seek favour Covering up ones own mistake is the step in wrong direction Over looking the

When I Was Young

When I Was Young prose poem

When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such. When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy short poem

What happened to the dandies Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture Destroyers of dreaded boundaries Mockers of meaningless morality Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination Guardians of good taste Messengers of modernity What happened to those 19th century hipsters

Being Apart

Being Apart short poem

You and I can be like the ship and the crew, Don’t laugh, my boy, because what I say is true. You and I can be like the brain and the book, Drive me crazy with your every look. As

To Be Young

To Be Young short poem

I can still remember, some of how it felt. The newness of things. Each day being a sunny day of newness. Exploration of what’s all around you. Exciting! I can still remember the thrill of it all. The thrill fades

Being Alive

Being Alive short poem

Being Alive is to feel the breath…that cannot be felt after the death… Being Alive is to feel yourself beyond the senses…that capture your spirit in all the instances… Being Alive is to feel the real you…feeling the consciousness, pruning

Dying Young

Dying Young short poem

He forded the river like you see folks do in movies: the current up to his ribs his arms raised up but his hands hanging. each stride he took swivelled his body entire his limp hands tore rents in the

Being You?

Being You? short poem

Make it out, what’s inside you; for the  beholds something special for you. Try and hear what’s yelling from inside you, and let that totally, and wholly absorb you. For your very life is not moderate , and so should

Being On High On Poems

Being On High On Poems short poem

What it means to be high on poems? I discovered it or it discovered me, interacting with hearts of every nation and with heart comes love and hope abundant, miraculous people whose words have fragrance, can feel the spirit of

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Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

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Poetry is. It just is.

Poetry is. It just is. poetry articles

Poetry doesn’t just happen. It’s not just a bunch of words grabbed hastily and arranged to rhyme, it’s not even a so called overflow of emotions. Poetry is much more than that. It’s the silence that echoes within your being,

What Kind Of Freedom Is This

What Kind Of Freedom Is This long poem

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

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It’s a happy day! After hundreds of submissions, days of reviews and a month full of happy poems, we finally bring to you the 5 lucky winners of Happiness Happens contest who have won prizes amounting to 100$ (each winning

A Love Affair

A Love Affair short poem

My love affair with trees started when I was oh so young. The swing on a branch at the end of my garden is where it had all begun. I swung back and forward, singing little tunes to the tree

Lilypad

Lilypad short poem

Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a

Naked Expressions

Naked Expressions short poem

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

Allow Me To Go

Allow Me To Go short poem

Sitting by the window I looked up to the sky Remembering you I don’t know why I cry Those moments, will they come back again Will destiny smile at me and I see you again But what if I meet

Stroke Of Words

Stroke Of Words short poem

In your eyes, I watched fireflies dancing… I listen to a song within my heart, shredded, broken whispers… at dusk listening to the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches… tonight, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite

Oh My Little Angel

Oh My Little Angel short poem

Oh my daughter Oh my little angel Don’t know how time flies Seems only like yesterday When you were placed in my waiting arms Hugging you close, seeing the tiny bundle of joy My own flesh my own blood Didn’t

Today I Thought I Won’t Write A Poem

Today I Thought I Wont Write A Poem short poem

Today I thought it’s a day of leisure Let me go through all my friend’s treasure Today I will not write any poem Today I will read all others creations The lovely poems, sonnets and songs Some ode, some heart

I Remember You Dear Amma

I Remember You Dear Amma long poem

I will miss you till my last breath dear Amma I breath in each breath in remembrance of you dear Amma Growing up as a child in the family of five I worshiped you mother taking on life without any

Heal Yourself

Heal Yourself short poem

The self within you is perturbed Rusty, Dusty, unclear and broken Ruptured spirit you carry within It needs to be healed… Healed from within your spirit The soul needs to be nourished With good deeds and thoughts The soul within

On Single Mother

On Single Mother short poem

She is the mother and she is the father She is the teacher she is the preacher She is her child’s best friend Never allowing him to feel Her own life has come to an end Bringing up her child

Mr. Mischief

Mr. Mischief short poem

There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in

My Son

My Son long poem

When I brought you on this earth When I saw your tiny figure the first time When I held you in my arms I felt then the strong bond of motherhood I felt the sense of belonging The joy of

My Daughter Brought Happiness

My Daughter Brought Happiness long poem

The vagaries of life had shattered me down, Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown, But I felt those moments with an absconding pain, As you came to, my life of lame. Your night of birth was

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Famine

Famine short poem

Windless dry air blankets the horn of this continent A familiar stare from large ebony eyes embedded in one cherished frame From the scorched earth an anguished image peers out with born innocence Simple wishes glimmer from sunken optic caves

The Old-Timer And Reaper

The Old Timer And Reaper long poem

T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better

Concoction Of Love

Concoction Of Love short poem

In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,

On Cowards And The ‘ice’

On Cowards And The ice short poem

I was happy communicating with them I was happy unknowingly indulging in their own game Happy on being appreciated Happy on being accoladed Felt each of them close to my heart Sharing things mutually though being miles apart In for

Amazing How The Time Flies

Amazing How The Time Flies prose poem

Amazing how Time elapsed Just yesterday it seems I was playing with other kids in the sand To day I see myself coughing and trembling at the dust of the sand I feel I am not even a competitor to

Love Soulmate

Love Soulmate short poem

Oh my love, my soul-mate You are so beautiful and delicate Curve of eyebrows are so great Come on with me on a date Your presence with me on ground Will make me more happy and sound To your bounty

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider short poem

I know a face,a beautiful face  Constantly explored by race  Resides within me with Grace  Beauty insider holds “HER” Space  I know “She” is insider,”She” is Chic  Neither by ornaments,nor by Gold  “She” in natural looks is an aesthetic  “Her”

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

An empty road…. this peaceful night…. As evening breeze, blend with street lights Though far are we, from city’s glow With only dunes and sands to show Come, be with me, my fairest one Let us walk this road, hand

Emptiness.

Emptiness. short poem

Life is swiftly passing by No one has time to look back Or no one is ready to think What has happened in the past. Go back to your own past, You will see an emptiness every where. Its the

Crush

Crush short poem

The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance.. you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker.. every morning was a story sketched in your eyes, every day were you

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Dad

Dad long poem

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

Shades Of Love

Shades Of Love short poem

Feels like not to give you more pain; As you already have a lot of pain. Want to let you go; With a feeling that you will be happy wherever you go. Feels like to pressurize you a lot; This

Trying to be ME

Trying to be ME short poem

“You are wrong, I am right Is this what’s its all about? Where is the love, the care? and all the lovely emotions that were there Is this all that is left in us, Questions, arguments and fights?” There I

The last love letter

The last love letter short poem

I want to write to you The love letter of sin From my marital bed Fetching the dark red ink Of pleasure From the deepest recesses of my desire, I’ll write to you. I’ll write to you In letters reeking

Freedom?

Freedom? short poem

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem

It’s a tale of the daughter of India! A tale of a young girl so pale Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male. She began her day with a fine sunshine, And ended her day with an inhuman

The Final Countdown

The Final Countdown long poem

Things have not looked up Since the end of that war. We have tried our best! But It seems that we are doomed! People have lost all hopes… The Asuras should be happy. They are in distress too though. Uncle

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.