Young Poems
Costa Calida Sun
by Carl Halling
Costa Calida sun,
I hope we’re reunited,
Though I can’t say when,
I may see you again,
Costa Calida sun
Means memories romantic,
Of when that I was young,
Memories of Spain.
Girls with glasses are cute
by Bogdan Dragos
Girls with glasses are cute
but that's only what I think
and she doesn't agree
so she's wearing contact lens
and she's losing them more
often than not
and the house becomes
a minefield
and we have the thread
lightly
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Addiction
by Sumit Maurya
We were running and we were safe,
We were high but well behaved
Positive souls by all that mean,
Driving cool in a fast machine
Then something happened,
We blacked out
We stuck in the dark,
Could not shout
It's the car wrack,
That we couldn't move
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Such a Short Space of Time
by Carl Halling
I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Back then,
But who’ve since
Come to grief, who,
Having soared so high,
Found the
Consequent descent
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The knife listens
by Bogdan Dragos
but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand
the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
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I wasn’t ready
by Elias Becker
You asked me in my chevy
But I was never ready
Guess I was a little petty
My face in a red flush
Your soul I just crushed
It just felt too rushed
I couldn’t give a reason
The air was sick with treason
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by Becca CorrineI live under the assumption that I will live exactly 100 years. I picked the number as a child when I was too scared to not live forever and 100 years sounded decently like forever. Then I hit fourteen, eighteen, I realize my life is nearly a fifth done. The sun circles round, the progress bar progresses. Then, I die. I was an anxious child. Very scared of death, I was obsessed, as people are with their fears, and I called my dad on his way home from work to tell him I didn’t know how I could stand being alone when everyone else is gone. I picture my parents with matching headstones, traditional, rounded at the edges. I am scared that I estimated too high and my math is all wrong. I am scared that I am far more than a fifth done with this life and I will never fully progress. I am an anxious child, still obsessed. I celebrate birthdays, fractions bouncing throughout my mind. I feel too old to be this young.
Continue readingFalling in Love (a clique)
by P Jane
I was careless,
I lived without care, in front of those whom I cared for,
Until I cared about you.
At the start, I woke with you, showered with you, and laughed with you.
I did not care which light you saw me in,
I payed no mind to where you touched me,
I saw you as an aspect of my life, one meant for fun and for a moment,
Until I cared about you.
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Young-Old
by V B Eudaimonia
While I was young,
I cared about hero, more than the villain
And, now I'm old,
I care about villain, more than the hero.
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People like you die young
by Bogdan Dragos
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
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