The Yellow Youth

July 20, 2008
By Amanda Burwasser, New York, NY

Picture books with plastic covers
It's an odd number now
glitter that could blind the iris
And a scent of purple paper and glue
Dreams were smothered with color
Hopes danced across imagination
Beauty was innocence and creation was bright
In the time of curled socks and bubblegum
We knew all of the same songs
Filled with the words we had once seen in dreams
Each painted blue with our fingertips
In a rapid spirit we laughed at nonsense
And weeped at the color black
We were brilliant
We were shining
We were Youth

The author's comments:
Youth is beautiful and should always be appreciated.

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This article has 4 comments.

Me123 said...
on Sep. 5 2008 at 1:05 am
To be honest? This poem was really cute. But that's pretty much it. Right now, it's like fairy dust shimmering in the air, beautiful and airy, but without a whole lot of substance.

apoet said...
on Aug. 27 2008 at 3:30 am
i think this poem is so cute!!! it reminds me of my asian friends, idk why... keep up writing this kind of stuff, cuz who wants to read depressing things!!! great job. also, i would look at the other poems on this site to get more cool points of view if you havent already, cuz that is helping me a lot!

Lorrainemae said...
on Aug. 8 2008 at 7:19 am
Dear Amanda, I am so proud of you! Your poetry exemplifies you.

Bosch said...
on Aug. 5 2008 at 11:41 am
the pure beauty of innocent youth is perfectly captured in this lovely poem.


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