Youth is not restored by the dyeing of your hair.
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The Dyeing Flower
the dyeing flower
drenched in pollution
nuclear waste
making its way to the roots
dyeing flower
surprisingly still there
poem by Misunderstood Angel
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I'm Dyeing a White Rose Black
I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Such a pretty, perfect flower it was.
Too perfect compared to me.
I’m dyeing a white rose black.
But my fingers and eyes and heart are stained,
And yet, nobody will see.
I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Nothing could ever reverse such a crime.
A black rose this rose will be.
poem by Mary Cieslak
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I Feel Like Dyeing (because You Left)
I feel like dyeing
you hurt my heart
my love has fell its not flying
i thought you loved me
what was i to you
my heart feels burned
if loves you so much
i thought things where good
till you left me
i cryed my eyes out
screaming and shout
not the pain runs deep
becasue of you my love is weak
i feel like dyeing
oh god its the end of the world
he know my secrets
he know my pain
to him i was a playin peace
and my love was a game
i dont want to love
i feel like dyeing
for now ill end up crying
i told you i anit want to hurt
then you leave me like dirt
now i feel low
walkin around
sad and slow
god take me
please dont wake me
i want to hurt you just as bad
omg i feel so sad
maybe you feel glad that your gone
my life is not worth liveing
without you
baby i begged on my knees for you to come back
please dont go
yes i cryed
for a man
that will never understand
how bad i hurt
now im not a flert help me
get him back i need him
god i prayed for a man like him
maybe be he left me for a girl name kim
im sad and lonely
you was my one and only
baby come back
i feel like dyeing
come save me from crying
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Unacceptance
dyeing his hair
this morning and
putting on a new pair of trousers
a supporter
he attempts to play
basketball
somehow he cannot shoot
the ball
he fails again
on the next attempt
he sweats it out
drinks his lemonade
and whistles
Inamorata a la
Dean Martin
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Old canoes can be restored, but youth and beauty cannot.
New Zealander proverbs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Assembly Line Policies
Assembly line policies
Fixed to produce a mindset
Of one for all and all for one
Thought process
And does not encourage
A diversity of inclusion
Is just a waste of output
Discouraging thinking independently
Succeeds an increase of laziness
That decreases motivation
And any comparison to a yesterday
Is an attempt to try to save a snowflake
In the midst of Summer's heat
Paralysis with analysis
Does not a progress heed
With ancient rusted deeds
Dusting in the winds of change
With those hoping a locomotive
Will someday compete with a bullet train
A skill to produce and create threats
Does not beget a success expected
Nor can an aging face
Masquerade a youth
By the dyeing done to graying hair
When a widening vision is not there
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youth is blind
Youth is power; youth is vigour;
Youth is initiative; youth is revolutionary;
Youth is dedication; youth is freedom;
Youth is love; youth is passion.
Yes, because youth is blind
Out of them elders make winds
01.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Youth Youth Youth
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Don't wanna spend my life saving up for things
Don't wanna have what a steady job brings
I don't want security
Don't want responsibility
Don't wanna stay at home not making any noise
I've always got to be out
I've always got to have a choice
I don't want security
Don't want responsibility
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
I don't want no uniform
I don't want no book of rules
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
Never wanna be an adult
Always wanna be in revolt
Youth youth youth
Youth youth youth
I don't want no uniform
I don't want no book of rules
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Age considers, youth ventures
Age considers, youth ventures
Age visualizes, youth dreams
Age makes theories, youth experiments
Age loves, youth longs
Age sees people, youth sees places
Age knows belongings, youth discovers them
Age pains to gain, youth gains to others' pain
Age has heart, youth has mind
Age is thoughtful, youth is tactful
Age ponders, youth wonders
Age recounts, youth counts
Age is experienced, youth is in experience
Age is cautious, youth dashes
Age floats, youth swims
Age lives, youth still making a living
Age is in touch with termination, youth with determination
Age is confident, youth is competent
Age adds years to living, youth adds life to living
Age is lost in past, youth is drowned in future
Age is grown, youth is crown
Ageless is youth, youthless is age
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The One White Hair
THE WISEST of the wise
Listen to pretty lies
And love to hear them told;
Doubt not that Solomon
Listen’d to many a one,—
Some in his youth, and more when he grew old.
I never was among
The choir of Wisdom’s song,
But pretty lies lov’d I
As much as any king,
When youth was on the wing,
And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by.
Alas! and I have not
The pleasant hour forgot
When one pert lady said,
“O Walter! I am quite
Bewilder’d with affright!
I see (sit quiet now) a white hair on your head!”
Another more benign
Snipp’d it away from mine,
And in her own dark hair
Pretended it was found…
She leap’d, and twirl’d it round…
Fair as she was, she never was so fair!
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Time...
The silent invisible thief
Of life indiscriminately
Creeps along, irreversibly
Filching tiny bits of precious
Youth from us, always leaving clues
Behind yet unbeknown at first
Whereas youth is preoccupied
With its feigned immortality.
But comes a time when youth shuffles
Off this pretentious naïveté
When he first sights that single strand
Of silver hair at his temple
Or those unmistakable fine
Lines subtly etched around his eyes.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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A Return To Youth
Oh to be able to return to my youth
where everything was so new,
never a trouble to think about,
never a trouble to brew.
But youth is gone so quick, so fast.
It cannot last you know.
Only the memory of it can stay.
The memory won't let go.
I remember the tastes, the smells, the sights
as if it were yesterday.
They are most precious and dear to me
as now my hair turns gray.
Please let my brain keep pace with me.
Don't ever let it leave.
For I will lose my youth to the past,
never again to receive
the feeling that comes to only the young.
Oh please let me recall
all of those days that belong to me
from when I was so small.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Poem to Honor St. Valentine
If youth could age's wisdom ken,
& age could know youth's fire again
or age could Old Time's hands turn back
T'would then be youth with time to spend
& wisdom's strengths on which to depend.
This said, t'is never just white or black
For youth doth all discretion lack
& age tho' willing & desirous to play
To youth's vitality must passion give way
& such a conflict therein lies
for age is by youth most oft despised
& youth by age oft seen to whine,
“please, won't you be my valentine?”
poem by Hugh Cobb (12 February 2006)
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Youth
Mood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Eagle-like must seek the blue,
Dauntlessly its course pursue,
All the mountain-heights must view.
Blood of youth,
Blood of youth,
Steam-like puts full-speed to sea,
E'en though storm and ice there be,
Makes its way and romps in glee.
Dream of youth,
Dream of youth,
Rogue-like stealing sets its snare
In the maiden's morning-prayer;
All the springtime, fragrant, glowing,
In its airy waves is flowing.
Joy of youth,
Joy of youth,
Waterfall-like foams in truth,
Laughing, rainbow-gifts forth flashing,
Even while to death 't is dashing.
Joy of youth,
Dream of youth,
Blood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Clothe the world with colors golden,
Singing songs that never olden.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Embracing Age
Strainds of grey hair they dye
Behind youth they try to hide
In a bed of denial they lie
they look at age with false pride
It's hard to think that nowadays grey hair is rare
Let me tell you something I wish to share
From old age I won't hide
I will embrace it and show of my grey hair with pride
poem by Rayana King
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A Workman To The Gods
Once Phidias stood, with hammer in his hand,
Carving Minerva from the breathing stone,
Tracing with love the winding of a hair,
A single hair upon her head, whereon
A youth of Athens cried, “O Phidias,
Why do you dally on a hidden hair?
When she is lifted to the lofty front
Of the Parthenon, no human eye will see.”
And Phidias thundered on him: “Silence, slave:
Men will not see, but the Immortals will!”
poem by Edwin Markham
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Youth Age Life Lesson Trial Courses
in youth we witness
growth of hair
rapid grown fast
in older ages we witness
fall out of life's
lesson trial courses
in youth time reflective
should have been taken
after nightmare horses
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Madrigal
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sports,
Age's breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
poem by William Shakespeare
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To Much Hair
There is thin hair,
heavy hair,
There is gray hair,
and red hair,
then there is no hair,
I will be hair
for you forever,
every hair you go,
I will go hair to.
(4-11-07)