Youthful Delights

When permitting imagination to dictate where or what one composes in regards to poetry can very often become both an interesting and an enjoyable experience. Much like in this case, Which has taken far longer than I was comfortable in doing so. On two occasions I returned to the drawing board as it were to revisit how this poem reached its comploetion and structure.

Basically I was not happy with one completed work, so I restarted to find one that I was happy with. This happened on two occasions as stated, Therefore I am most happy with this Poem and how it runs etc.

Needless to say this Post is a Poem about a Youthful Love, where The speaker as it were in the poem looks back on as Both a failure and as a snare or a chain that caused him to be ensnared to this love that was a failure. It is a nice little story to write on from a completely free imagination focus, and from a frame that started with nothing to result where it has. Being a completely fiction situation I enjoyed creating something that set Imagination and other areas into work on this Poem.

About The Poem:

As this poem was created from imagination and mever an experience that was the experience. Yet any youthful experience that really happened, I doubt memory would ever be this exact to recall unless it was a very close to heart issue. Yet on this case, It indeed was fiction and a massive bag of fun creating, which is where I was at home writing on.

In reading this poem all one needs is to understand how a Youthful mind would feel in (a) coming face to face with what could only be described as a visionin the guise of a Love, which eventually failed for a number of reasons. One could add Fear to any list that one would ever add on this, yet the main point is the Love failed, BUT (b) Having a Love chained to one’s heart for maybe years after the encounter.

Also aside from the youthful experience , One could add a More mature mind reading the situation and recalling the memories that flowed from this case to the point of “lost names on a tree” as a sole proof of this Love ever been a worthy one. All onto Freedom from this memory as it were.

This is a nutshell is the story one could have in mind reading this poem. But I hope that it works as I wish it does and take the reader on a journey and maybe set their own imagination rollingto create their own if ever needed.

Having said all of this; Please Enjoy This Poem:

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(( Normally I use a Photograph to try and show a brief glimpse into a Poem I composed and give credit to the creator of the photograph here. BUT again today I have done a little different and In this case A Photo shown here was Generated by AI. In this case I struggled to find one that matched so resulted in using the best of what was offered. Does it work?))

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Youthful Delights



Bright brown eyes finding space within,
Hearts eager to touch and begin,
This fear struck silently to break,
Banks where once laid love’s growing stake.


Her soft smile once captured my heart,
Thus playing bit parts from the start,
Costing heart ache and broken state,
Heavier threads that’s lovers fate.


Wild winds blow forging their own fate,
 Sands of time beyond wild seas gate,
 Where beauty there once captured most,
 I like a ghost at this midnight roast.


Fighting Fate’s lost winds to cover,
Or shelter where hedgerows hover,
Casting lots as old as time when,
Again it lays inside the pen.


Hands held chains that blind’s love remain
Tokens of youthful delights pain,
This prisoner of love walked free,
Left alone this name on a tree.






© Pat Fitzgerald 2025

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feed back is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always work to improve. A lot of work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until I am happy with the result. This is how I operate in creating posts to share here.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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