Youth Poems
Tracing Crumbs
by Aspen M
Electric
Bolts across spine, down arms
Shocks wrists
Tingles palms
Tickles upon my neck, shivers my thighs
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The Old Man In The Chair
by Leo Warne
That old man in the chair
with the still, spotted hands
hunched over on his porch
and gazing into nowhere.
His youth has ran,
on the ground he lands.
No one seems to care,
and onto them, his dead eyes stare.
Youth and Age
by Arthur Guiterman
Bersi, the champion, famed in his day,
Agèd and bedridden, drowsily lay.
Halldor, the baby, the grandfather's pride,
Cooed in his cradle the pallet beside.
Recklessly rocking, the cradle fell o'er;
Halldor, the baby, was cast on the floor!
Strengthless to succor his torment and joy,
Bersi, the champion, sang to the boy:
'Lorn, by the fireside helpless we lie,
Grandchild and grandfather, Halldor and I.
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Words Die
by C Duggan
Words die when there is nobody to speak them,
Lips no longer mouth the syllables of free thought,
speech,
human emotion.
How far will censorship go?
Take away our words,
stories,
histories.
Generations are blind to the real connection,
craving sustenance,
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When We Were Young At Home
by John Bradford
I'm growing old, I'm growing old,
My hair is ting'd with gray ;
In search of pleasure, fame, and gold,
I've worn my life away ;
And standing on a foreign shore,
I gaze o'er ocean's foam.
And ponder on the days of yore,
When we were young at home.
I see again, in Fancy's realm,
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Kinderjaren
by Mario Odekerken
De dagelijkse zorgen van het leven
zorgvuldig verborgen op een plek onvindbaar,
alsof ze nooit bestonden,
alsof niets zwaars ons kon raken.
Een tijd van overgave aan ongekende fantasie,
waar elke doos een schip was
en elke schaduw een verhaal.
Ja,argeloos en zonder repliek
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Childhood years
by Mario Odekerken
The daily worries of life
carefully hidden in a place unreachable,
as if they never existed,
as if nothing heavy could touch us.
A time of surrender to unknown fantasies,
where every box was a ship
and every shadow story.
Yes,carefree and without reply,
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Kinderjahre
by Mario Odekerken
Die täglichen Sorgen des Lebens
sorgfältig verborgen an einem
unauffindbaren Ort,
als hätten sie nie existiert,
als könnte uns nichts Schweres berühren.
Eine Zeit der Hingabe an unbekannte Fantasien,
in der jede Kiste ein Schiff war
und jeder Schatten eine Geschichte erzählte.
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Climbin' Tree
by Joe Cyr
In New England, years ago when boys were free,
outdoor thrills included the climbin’ tree.
Good climbin’ trees were pretty hard to find;
and other’s trees weren’t as good as mine.
Branches low enough for a lad to grab;
swing a leg up and around; twist a dab,
settle back, astride, facing outwardly;
Hold on; stand up; look ‘round; you’re in the tree.
Some trees were branched for an easy climb,
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Ode to a Royal Palm
by Joe Cyr
Primeval palm! Survivor over Earth eons -
yet still enduring in this faddish age.
So majestic in maturity you are
that one cannot contemplate your seedling stage.
Brandish your sophisticated stalwart trunk,
resplendent in solid confidence,
firmly pedestaled on solid root ball
propagating nutrition-seeking filaments.
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