Love Poems About Youth or Youth Love Poems
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: angel,

Angel In Your Eyes

To you who knew me in my youth, Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth; Before you passed to heaven’s skies, I saw an angel in your eyes. To you, the stranger that I met, Who spoke no word of English, yet Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize. There was an angel in your eyes. To those of you within this place Whose gifts of words show love and grace, Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . . There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest of Brian Strand

by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,

Sonnet 28 'I Think I Know the Name of Purity'

I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.

2/11/2019

Submitted for:  Standard Poetry Contest 175

Sponsored by:  Brian Strand

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds - carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem.  How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey.
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops - glistening with my own tears - flow.


by Line Gauthier |
Categories: love, peace, water, youth,

Sounds of Eternity

Sunshine glitters across the water
in a tireless playful motion, and
a dreamy hypnotic music of eternity
ripples on through my nights.

I close my eyes, transported to a dock
of my youth where soothing waves 
greet me, enticing me, inviting me, rocking me.
And I abandon myself to the lullaby
that could just as easily be the arms of a lover.



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Submitted on May 20, 2023 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1218 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

POTD May 22, 2023

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, life, self, thanks, time,

The Glory Days of Now

I’m grateful for the sun
          which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
                     and butterflies of love

And for the carefree hearts
                   on beaches of my youth
The nights of clothes and cars
               and bars of clubbing beats
 
I’m grateful for the sun
                which lights the memories
of newlyweds with king sized beds
and never-ending dreams

And for all the glory days
            I’ve lived and loved, gone by
Yet, as I know sun still
I’m grateful for the glory days of now

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: depression, lost love, relationship,

Unwatered

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find

As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made

Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress

Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.

5/14/21

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,

Everything's Okay

Love feels like an illusion; a mix of lies and the truth. For it's non-responsive to the expectations of youth. Facing doubt and frustration, bravado falters, then slips. And yet, in your fantasies, passion congers eager lips. Hope courts imagination, summoning a dreamy smile. And you find your private place, where you haven't been for a while. You're in search of a soulmate who will share your existence. So, you continue to look with undying persistence. You fall in and out of love with ghosts that haunt night and day. And despite your loneliness, think, everything's okay. (Quatrain) 6/21/2015

by Leslie Albright |
Categories: growing up,

Before the End

Sunflowers and dandelions. 
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.

The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.

A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.

After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.

Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.

by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: age, baby, cry, food, life, old, youth,

From Young To Old

The story of life from young to old is the same old story told over and over.
We start out and end in diapers.
We start out and end with no teeth.
We start out and end eating soft foods we do not like the taste of.
We start out and end falling down.
We start out and end needing care.
We start out and end crying day and night. 
We start out with nothing and end taking nothing with us.
We only have the precious time between young and old to live a life of love to others.
The story of life is the story we leave behind.


Date Written: 6/7/2019
A contest on aging Poetry Contest  sponsored by  Emile Pinet

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: age, anger, poetry, spring,

A Poet's Spring

I will absorb the warm sunshine today,
I'll wrap myself within a golden ray.
Nature's music enchants the tropic air
Where windswept waves will spur me to declare

The tender wishes I've been dreaming of,
That younger years when we first fell in love
Could cross the barriers of time's sweet past
And return pain free bodies that would last.

When the young speak about the golden years 
They do not realize the many fears 
That plague us as we reach that golden age.
They do not understand our pent-up rage

At doing simple things we used to do 
Can be too much and soon pain will ensue.
Poetry can return us to our spring 
Where youth of green is seen in everything.

10-27-19

by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: baby, happy, mom, parents, sad, wedding, youth,

Nameless

"A mother's love is made in heaven." Quote Written By Poet

She was a young and beautiful bride,
then her handsome husband died.
The fast car came out of nowhere,
there was nothing left but prayer.
Life was about to take her on a wild ride,
but she could not go and hide.
A precious baby girl was born,
she was told to be happy and do not mourn.
For now she is dressed in pink and is nameless,
lying in the hospital crib blameless.
Loving adopted parents would come,
and save her as she sucked her thumb.
Somethings can start out bad and end up good,
our new name is parenthood.

by Skat A |
Categories: fantasy, funny,

Sexy Who'

"Sexy Who" *Summer* sand, oozing through toes water down my swimsuit piece how I love the sun *Summer* new sun-rays run my soul wind swims around my pale skin sunburn, ouch! *Dizzy* strong & Long Lasting The Viagra moment fades power by the sun *Jerk Around* secret moment Vixen photos of my youth rock hard & bigger ~SKAT~

by Skat A |
Categories: adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,

Forgotten Treasure

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT

by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,

Beautiful

Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day

So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away

Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door


Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.

by Gary George |
Categories: anniversary, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, inspirational, love, passion, uplifting, wedding, wifelife, love,

You Are My All

When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.


My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.


As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying,  I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.


Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.

by Jay Loveless |
Categories: best friend, love, lust, youth,

Navigator

You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands

by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,

A Lament For Lost Youth and Love

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
     a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
     but for ever holds all the joys I miss;

a time of manly beauty, brawn, and thews,
     as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews,
     and might that's of renown from mythic time.

But, O Desire!...how do I most long for 
     your renewal of my now lovelorn life
for me with the fair virgins of folklore,
     whose maidenhead only can soothe my strife!
 
Now in the fall of my increasing years, 
I have lost youth—and love—as old age nears.

by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beauty, fun, giggle, inspiration, love, stars,

Fountain

I want to eat Pizza
While wishing on a star
To taste the taste of happy
By being where you are

We’ll choose to be silly 
Not afraid of mistakes
Skinny dip at midnight
and skip pebbles on lakes

Why not dance together 
While howling at the moon
Or become little children
and watch a cartoon

A world infused with laughter 
can change how we think
From this fountain of youth
We’ll both gladly drink

For nothing could be better
Than sharing it with you
Because getting into mischief 
Is a blast if there are two!

by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: life, loneliness, longing, loss, love, time, youth,

Sorrow O'Er Youth and Young Love Lost

When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
     I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
     love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or waste, 
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
     despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most;
     for matrons offend like mouldering moss,
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march,
     destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
     a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
If I could live and love anew once more,
I'd not err this time: and lay a rude whore.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 9th grade, age, anxiety, feelings, image, old,

Unfulfilled Dreams

Loneliness is a graveyard haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
                         where hearts endure
                          a constant pain.

My tomorrows are fewer than my yesterdays,
it seems I'm fated to spend life alone.
In my youth, I fantasized about love,
and can't convey how it felt to feel unwanted.

        I want to love and to be loved,
        isn't that what life's all about?

                         Paper-thin smiles,
                          shadow sad tears.

by Bob Quigley |
Categories: introspection, life, life, life,

Windows

In youth I looked at life through my front window Everything was new and unexplored Expectations flowed like rushing water Nothing that I viewed could be ignored Paths untested prompted me to venture Inhale the fragrance of discovery Taste the nectar of a love awakened Embracing life wherever it took me Today I look at life through my rear window And savor the experiences I've had Reflecting once again upon my journey Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad The edges of my world are now more rounded The colors are a softer, warmer hue However, I have not a favorite window Through either one I've much enjoyed the view
Bob Quigley Sept 29, 2011

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love,

What Is Love

Love is the bind between the sighs and cries
A choice made to hold onto what matters
The strength to move within the lows and highs
And hold the fragile heart when it shatters
To fit oneself into a world of two
Release the light to splay upon the dark
And show the traveled path when love is new
To fill the colored world with rainbow's arc
Find a hand of comfort that one can hold
And move from youth to the days of gray
Live a peaceful life as the years turn old
To walk the graveled roads and always stay

If love can be of this, then we will know
The love we shared will leave an afterglow

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: first love,

Beneath the Bearded Oaks

Where sweet grass blankets grow on yesterdays
And passing years weigh heavy on the trees
Serenity is found in every breeze
Unbridled dreams of youth, now hang and graze

Recalling days gone by with slower ways
Beneath the bearded oaks, time stands at ease
In search of long forgotten memories
Beyond the trail that leads into the haze

Twas here, so long ago, in summer shade
Young lovers traded dreams for purity
They took a chance their love would never fade
Two hearts were joined into futurity
Upon the sweet grass blanket, lost in dreams
Hearts filled with love and bursting at the seams


    by Daniel Turner

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: dream, loss, love,

To Dream

Twas like the night lived all alone with faith mislaid from cause to wonder, to lose the love so few have known, this dream we lived no less to ponder Our youth, wasted in defiant haste to think such flights could ever end. Past sacred fruit, no more to taste, paid by a ransom we had to spend You filled a heart with summer's breath and touched this life with hope forgiving, but there are storms that spare no death to dreams of love meant for the living At peace, stay close and wait for me for in my dreams, you are all I see. 01/19/2018

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: love, memory,

My Lasting Memory of You

Humble this moment under skies of grey
Reading poems of furtive words wrote with you,
Contemplating where you are now this day
With an ascetic mind of times we knew.

The love we shared on a day once like this
A time so long ago the spring of youth,
My heart heaved in heavenly days of bliss
Speaking words of unmitigated truth.

Yet you went away far over the sea
With nonchalant parents on life’s voyage,
Waving with a kiss as you left the quay
Shallow sunset that swallowed the cordage.

I was only eight and you barely nine
Wondering if ever your thoughts as mine.

© Harry J Horsman  2018