,.,.,.My flowery youth
Youth is that fountain ....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does die
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
but the heart within remains youthful ....till aging ....is an age passed dream
youth remains within we still need only watering
what a youth we all have enjoyed ....reading our past in your lovely verse
‘tis as if yesterday we were in youth... now 'tis worse... left in memories as in this youthful verse
let youth be the comma of our life..... not a coma where youthful memories die
and within our lonely hearts we cry
Oh youth why did you have to come
just to, simply pass by
tell me why
O just why!
Jan 27, 2016
youthful garden
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
do u have ur mind then read this
as i too have a mind
and hope you will remember me
when reading and commenting poetry
today i saw my profile
hundreds of poems i did compile
but owing to Neopeoets non interest
they remain shelved
unread in files
this ordains NEO'S DEMISE!
Side but what a prize
Not unread,
Not unread, but maybe misunderstood. You have a style that i in particular do find hard to follow, though i have always read your poems. Please forgive my lack of comment, i will try harder in future to follow and comment on your work. Regards Roscoe....
thank you so much
to avoid boredom
I introduce some creativity at random
why live alone in a mundane world
so known
lets manage a new world of our own
why bemoan
so many may have been read
but left unknown
how can this fact alone
be known the mgmt
who want to disown
loved
I do agree with Roscoe about your style 'cos I felt the same way, thus I don't comment much.
Alid
each one for himself
alidz thanks 4 ur frankingness