Youth
There is something so beautiful about youth
There is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness.
Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations.
Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it;
Our soft, smooth and silky skin.
We are beautiful, at our prime age of beauty and growth
We are new and refreshing, pleasing to the eye
We are like a new flower, blooming with life.
Short days and long nights
Our bodies come alive at dusk
Our bodies are powerful, they are instruments.
They love youth
Why do they pay hundreds of thousands of dollars
To stay and look young?
Youth
It’s what sent countless men on a search for a fountain of it
It’s what caused men to fight and die for Helen of Troy
It’s what caused alchemists to mix dozens of elixirs
All to keep the beautiful immortality of youth
Youth I cannot live without
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.