No matter in study, work or life, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of poems. Poetry is full of musical beauty, and sentences are generally in rows, paying attention to structural beauty and formal beauty. So what kind of poem is a good poem? The following are the poems about youth that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Poetry about youth 1 What is youth?

What should we interpret it with?

Is to dye half the sky with the glow that I don't know the whole picture,

The rising sun full of vigor and vitality?

Is to use it in its heyday,

In the huge waves that stopped the speedboat from moving forward,

Is a scholar who hits the middle of the river a hero?

It's the man who walked through the storm,

Haiyan, or a soldier who longs for more violent storms?

Is young and frivolous,

Dare to be independent of the turbulent waves,

Is that the uninhibited and unrestrained hipster who holds the red flag but is not wet?

Or smile at the sky with a horizontal knife,

Liver and gallbladder are two Kunlun mountains,

For the change of the country,

For the survival of the country,

In order to alert tens of millions of compatriots,

In order not to make my Chinese descendants slaves of national subjugation,

The legendary last time a stranger was willing to pour out a cavity of human blood. ...

Yes, these are all!

So in today's world,

What is youth?

It is an indomitable and high-spirited fighting spirit.

This is a beautiful young age full of passion.

Traveling around the world is spiritual freedom.

Is to fly your dreams in the sky and underground,

Realizing the ideal in reality is rational!

Is to keep your mind independent,

Be able to stick to your own ideas,

Dare to break the rules,

Challenge the so-called "authority",

From a rational and objective point of view,

Shout out the voice of youth!

Yes, so are these.

What about us?

What is youth?

It belongs to our youth,

We performed it completely!

Friends!

What do you think of our youth?

Are you ready to give all the beauty to youth?

Friends!

Beautiful youth,

Glorious time,

Let's make everything beautiful,

Give it all to our youth!

Poem 2 on Youth What a familiar word youth is.

Youth is a short and long time.

Youth is an endless book.

Youth is an endless poem.

Youth is endless beauty.

Youth is an endless song.

Youth is our endless memory.

My youth begins with the rainy season of 17 years old.

Which year seems to pass by in a hurry?

But I haven't seen him carefully yet.

I am grateful for my youth.

When I am confused, I can't go forward or backward.

Youth told me that you can hide beside it, and the road is still beside it.

When I feel useless, youth tells me

There are no useless people in the world, which are inexhaustible for a long time and useless for a short time.

When I face failure, youth tells me

Where there is something, there is a way; Burn one's bridges, 102 Qin Guan was finally defeated by Chu, painstakingly managed, and the world lost.

; More than 3,000 armour can swallow Wu.

when I ...

Looking back on this, I find that I miss my youth …

Ah ... youth

You always think that when I encounter various difficulties, you will accompany me through every difficulty and share the best ending with me.

But youth,

With your departure, my tears began.

I forgot how we started.

In that vague and seemingly ancient spring

No matter how much I pursue it,

Young you are floating in the sky like white clouds.

Your smiling face is looming

Yesterday, after sunset, it gradually disappeared.

Open the yellow title page

youth

You have bound my fate so pure and natural.

I read and read with tears in my eyes.

youth

I have to admit

You are a sloppy book.

youth

I still remember.

You once left me a fragrance.

youth

I will still remember.

You used to dance in those beautiful years.

20xx wishes you all the best.

Bring your lover before New Year's Eve.

Spend the New Year with my family.

Poem 3 on Youth: Flowers bloom in one season, Pinellia ternata is gorgeous, withers in one season, and quietly dies in late autumn.

Teenagers don't know how to worry, but the years are quiet and good, and they don't know it with a flick of their fingers.

Change everything quietly and secretly,

Looking back, I suddenly realized! Time is the greatest thief.

Everything has not yet come, everything has not yet been understood, and everything is not ready.

In shock, I turned pale with sadness in front of the mirror.

Flowers in the morning gather at night,

In the sunset, I stood alone facing the sea, and the sad sea breeze messed up my hair.

In several dreams, the most beautiful smile bloomed on the young face.

On the basketball court, Fang Gang's vigorous figure is inlaid with the afterglow of the sunset.

After several dreams, the dull eyes stayed, and the crystal beside the pillow disappeared at dawn.

Write in the night window and under the lamp, pay homage to youth and immerse yourself in the joy of youth.

Looking back at the Red Chamber, if there is no dream, the flowers will be buried empty.

Good things will always be destroyed, and eventually you will feel pain.

Time flies, may youth have an ageless face,

I want to be like a child,

Laugh,

Running after the rain,

Splash a cheerful splash,

Nothing, only the real laughter that day, spinning in the sky.

Poetry about youth 4 this spring

My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.

Think for a moment about some tombstones.

Think of my childhood for a while.

My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.

Poetry in spring is written in spring.

My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.

This spring,

What else can I do?

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

Poetry about youth 5 These quiet days always look out of the window silently.

Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.

My body is cracked with cold. The wound is still slowly bleeding.

Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.

The roots are full of confusion.

Several birds are jumping under the eaves.

Look this way from time to time.

But never far from their warm home.

The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.

A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again

After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.

Poetry about Youth 6 "The Lost Years"

Author: Ai Qing

Unlike lost luggage.

You can get it back at the lost and found office.

Lost Years

I don't even know where I lost it—

Some have disappeared in dribs and drabs.

Some have been lost for ten or twenty years,

Some are lost in the noisy city,

Some are lost in distant wasteland,

Some are crowded stations,

Some are under abandoned small oil lamps;

What is lost is not like a piece of paper, you can pick it up.

More like a bowl of water spilled on the ground.

It is dry and has no shadow;

Time is a flowing liquid-

Cann't afford to salvage with a sieve or net;

Time cannot become a solid,

If only it were a fossil,

Even tens of thousands of years ago, I could find it in the rocks.

Time is like a gas,

Like smoke from the front of a speeding train!

The lost years are like a friend,

Isolated from the world, suffered some hardships,

Get news suddenly; Say that he

Long gone.

Poetry 7 about youth goes through that village.

Summer afternoon sunshine

Red dragonfly is flying.

Left it on her flowered clothes.

Old trees by the river.

The little girl is holding a book.

Review the past ...

My family lives in the back alley of her house.

And some cattle and sheep.

He was sixteen years old that year.

I can't see what she has in mind.

I'm a little flustered when I think about her.

She always has three or five pieces of sugar in her pocket.

The last day of summer

Two bicycles

A touch of sunset

There is also a faint scent of flowers and plants

He and her eyes ...

Those blues.

Those sorrows ...

It is raining in this city.

This street is still too crowded.

I got wet with those degrees.

I don't know whether the distance is vague or clear. ...

The little girl under the old tree

Now in a bank in the city

She said she was used to it.

A little busy every day. ...

Bags in this city

Go back to his shoulder.

Whose love?

Whose dream?

Still lying in that creaking bed ...

Now I ride my bike to watch the sunset.

Her flowered clothes floated under the old tree.

I looked down at the three or five sweets in my hand. ...

Those blues

Those sorrows ...

Poetry about Youth 8 Youth and You

The long river of youth, the unforgettable memories you gave me;

The hymn of youth is hard to erase the breath you left behind;

The mystery of youth is hard to cover up the traces of your visit.

When I was young, I wanted to keep you in my heart forever.

Leaves outside the window

The leaves outside the window are the calling cards of the seasons.

Always remind that youth is so short.

Leaves outside the window

It withers and grows once a year.

Just like our love

New buds always grow from fallen leaves.

Can I take my sentimental signature about memories seriously?

The so-called power is to look at things that don't belong to you and leave completely with a arrogant attitude.

I am a passer-by in your life after all, and I am your unconscious pain after all.

I really want to go to the seaside when I am sad, but there is no sea in my city.

You don't know that you never cared about those nights when I tossed and turned and cried my pillow wet for you.

Turn around and blink. Time is like the string of a sword.

My warm current is looking for your ocean. I was destined to do this.

Time can only change things that are unstable.

If you don't understand my silence, how can you understand my sadness?

Can you take my liking for you seriously?

Finally, we didn't even have a lukewarm greeting.

Maybe time can make people who are important to you become more and more strange.

I heard that I wanted to get into trouble.

Later, I heard many people mention you, and my fingers never tightened, and my brow never wrinkled.

I'm waiting for you to come to me like I'm dying.

I have always had no principles, as long as you don't lie to me, you can say anything.

If he loves you, it's never too late, and the one who is, doesn't need you to run near.

I'll say it if I like it. Maybe I like you, too.

When people pay attention to you, you open your heart. You think it's Frank, but it's autism.

You should love someone who will never give up on you anyway.

Probably in a relationship, everyone will tell themselves that nothing good comes to their door, and then they really miss the good things.

Do you know that tears are salty and I am sweet?

If you are still young, how can you worry that your lover will change his mind? There will always be the whole world waiting for you to love you.

If you don't love it, just smile. Don't be embarrassed. We don't even have to be friends.

Can you take my liking for you seriously?

When you think the person you like likes you, it's usually that you think too much.

You never know how long the person who usually spoils you and suddenly loses his temper with you has put up with you.

You didn't meet the person you expected because you weren't ready yourself.

Sometimes I feel that music is my lover, at least it will not leave me.

We thought it would stay in our minds forever, but we are constantly reviewing it.

You're afraid of losing, too. You'll be as helpless as me, right?

If it weren't for you, I'm not sure I would feel lucky to be bullied by you.

Time will force us to look back and laugh at our childishness.

Food/wine/music/friends create the best time.

I don't want to be a secret in your heart. I want to be a scream when you are drunk and a sigh when you wake up.

I'm trying to be the person I like, not just to cater to your preferences.

Any relationship that needs to be maintained by initiative should be bye-bye as soon as possible.

If you are thinking about someone else besides me, you must keep it from me.

What songs and books do you like to listen to? I can read them backwards.

Seriously, if I stand in front of you with red eyes and don't talk, don't ask anything. Take me anywhere.

We always like some people when we are unprepared, for no reason, maybe just a gentle smile and a caring greeting.

It is said that the hardest part of the tree is scab. Is it the heart?

I like what you look like in your bones.

I'm too late to be a burden to you and her.

It's a pity to suddenly worry that I'll never meet someone I like and like again in my life.

I don't know if I ever loved you, but I know that tears were really hard at that time and I really want to be with you for a lifetime.

As a layman, how can I say anything that makes you happy?

If you leave, don't ask me how I am. I can only say that I am alive, I am not dead.

Stay with me like you met me for the first time. You weren't afraid of being tired then.

Time can wear away my edges and corners, and some persistence is hard to erase.

What do you say when I care about you? What do you say when I don't care about you?

Which is easier, a cigarette in your mouth or crying that I don't love you?

I am such an inarticulate person, but I always want to talk nonsense with you.

What you said is nonsense. Three words can explain love or not.

You can fill your heart in an instant, which is the difference between you and others.

I know there is no good result at our age, but I am just unwilling.

Because of you, I began to be openly melodramatic in places you can't see.

It's like you're asleep. I don't want to wake you. This is my love. Wake me up when you wake up. This is your love.

Poetry about youth 9 I come from obscurity.

To a cloud

Come quietly and leisurely.

Skim over your head, your

fan

You didn't notice me.

But I saw you clearly.

Your arrogant face

Cold eyes

Mechanical pace

I changed my posture.

From light to soft to heavy, even

A dense/dark mass

You're still like this.

Completely ignoring my existence.

I don't mind.

But I hate your arrogant indifference

In the fleeting romantic days.

That's it, forever.

I heard your breathing clearly.

Your heartbeat

Haste and confusion

Like an old man alive.

struggle

conceal

Inner loneliness

Why is this?

I don't understand.

I came from the darkness.

With curiosity about you.

How I feel about you

Follow the evening breeze

Crossing rivers and lakes

Follow your footsteps gently.

Arrive at your door

You never talked to me.

Knocked me out of the window.

My heart won't hurt, but I will cry.

Don't keep it in mind.

But it spilled on your window.

that night

It is raining.

I saw you through the glass.

Tossing and turning, sleeping alone.

It is raining.

The wind is howling.

I know your secret.

The pain of love

Death game

Wandering in the dreams of the lonely

old

You're not complaining.

There is no escape.

But proudly walked into indifference.

I came from the darkness.

Gradually clear the field of vision

Slowly leave your eyes.

Become a black spot in despair

Until it disappears

I don't care how you feel about me.

Maybe this life is just a dream.

Only in this way can we.

Your smile

Your steps

Become a memory in my illusion

Become eternal

Never expect it to be sunny tomorrow.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The future will be found in the dead branches and leaves of the fleeting time.

Such a day seems far away.

Just like your shadow is no longer your back.

You don't need to look back.

Not to mention sad.

let nature take its course

Let's disappear into each other's memories

Never met.

Poetry about youth 10 The blooming and falling of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,

No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,

Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,

Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,

Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.

Poems about youth 1 1 youth of eighteen

Grow on the tip of the tongue

Taste buds bloom like flowers.

Every flower

Taste every flower.

although

That one is green and astringent.

Also stay on the tip of your tongue

Appreciate it carefully

Today.

I still remember it vividly.

A forty-year-old youth

Negligently

There are teeth.

as white as polished jade

Begin to understand

Bones have a special taste.

Begin to enjoy

Another delicious process

After a little hardship,

Those who used to

Tian Mi le Wei Jue

Those protrusions

Full of foresight

Flowers on the taste buds

Reward sense of smell

The vicissitudes between those teeth

Taste youth

replace

The crossroads of youth

There are no traffic lights

There are no road signs.

Pour a pot of youth wine.

Please get drunk.

Don't worry.

Even without Beidou navigation

I won't get lost.

replace

The crossroads of youth

Invite the bright moon thousands of miles away

Please spring for ten miles.

About three friends and two friends

Pick the stars and drink.

Time of use

Taste youth

Poetry about youth 12 All endings have been written.

All the tears have also flowed out.

I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.

On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.

No matter how hard I pursue it,

Young you are just passing by.

And your smile is extremely shallow.

Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate has bound it badly.

I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.

But I have to admit.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Poetry about youth 13 When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Poetry about youth 14 When I was young.

If you love someone,

please

Please be sure to treat him gently

therefore

all

Every moment will be flawless beauty.

If you have to part.

Okay, okay, bye.

And be grateful.

Thank him for giving you a memory.

When you grow up,

You will know.

At the moment when I suddenly turned around.

Youth without resentment has no regrets.

A quiet full moon on the mountain

Poetry about youth 15 is there a kind of beauty that can become eternal?

Nobody told me the answer,

Only meteors across the sky.

Are there any memories that can be moved?

Nobody told me the answer,

There are only seven rainbows after the rain.

How can you say,

A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?

Look at that child's innocent smile.

How can you say,

The night without lights no longer moves?

Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?

We are young people.

We are bright stars in the night sky.

We don't follow the rules.

We are persistent eagles on the horizon.

Nothing can stop us.

Yearning for beauty

Nothing can control us.

Love of youth

The most beautiful lines of youth

It depends on us.

read aloud

Youth is a beautiful dream.

But one day I will wake up from my dream.

Youth is a small river

But it will dry up one day.

Youth is a rainbow.

But it will disappear one day.

Youth is a blooming flower.

But one day it will fall.

Youth is the fine sand in your hands.

Unconsciously, it has leaked out.

Youth is a meteor in the sky.

Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.

Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.

Everything I want to cherish is gone.