Poetry about Teens
#teens
The teenage years from 13 to 19 years old can be a difficult stage of life. Here you'll find "coming of age" poems about the transition from childhood to adulthood. Poems are written by teens, or from memories of teenage years.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
Sacred Curiosity
In a quiet moment of sacred curiosity,
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
#sex
#teens
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5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
Teenage Love
Love is flawed
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
#love
#music
#PopCulture
#teens
#tragedy
71 reads
10 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 1:20pm
22nd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Falling Inside of Her
Looking down at her tender whiteness,
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
#sex
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:54pm
20th Feb 2025 2:54pm
Her Burial Site
Staring at her photograph on her tombstone,
I'm hit by nostalgia and transported back to her life—
34 years, two months, and 11 days of vibrancy,
now frozen in time.
Her energy and grace live on in my memory,
despite the two decades that have passed.
Her children chose burial over cremation,
and as I stand by her grave,
I'm struck by the reality of her physical decay beneath the earth.
I can't help but think of what must remain—
a skeletal echo of the person I once held close.
Teeth, hair, perhaps some stubborn fibers of the clothes...
I'm hit by nostalgia and transported back to her life—
34 years, two months, and 11 days of vibrancy,
now frozen in time.
Her energy and grace live on in my memory,
despite the two decades that have passed.
Her children chose burial over cremation,
and as I stand by her grave,
I'm struck by the reality of her physical decay beneath the earth.
I can't help but think of what must remain—
a skeletal echo of the person I once held close.
Teeth, hair, perhaps some stubborn fibers of the clothes...
#FirstLove
#LifeCycle
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
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Onyxceila
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
Heirloom
A beautiful and brilliant woman,
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
#childhood
#daughter
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#teens
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1 Comment
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:47pm
15th Feb 2025 8:47pm
Limbo
I cannot live without you;
there would not be enough left of me to function.
But as your nemesis takes you from me, piece by piece,
I cannot live with you.
there would not be enough left of me to function.
But as your nemesis takes you from me, piece by piece,
I cannot live with you.
#addiction
#alcohol
#motherhood #teens
#motherhood #teens
108 reads
8 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:39pm
7th Feb 2025 3:39pm
Girl of the Night
A girl with a smile, never a frown,
Lived a life full and sweet,
Gone too soon, her youth was crowned
Where the lanes and dreams of children meet,
In the tender, dark folds of the night.
Her laughter, a melody true and bright,
By night beneath the sky, she gave her best,
With her love, many men were blessed,
Lived a life full and sweet,
Gone too soon, her youth was crowned
Where the lanes and dreams of children meet,
In the tender, dark folds of the night.
Her laughter, a melody true and bright,
By night beneath the sky, she gave her best,
With her love, many men were blessed,
#beauty
#sex
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 1:48pm
5th Feb 2025 1:48pm
First Kiss
Our lips traveled miles,
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
#FirstLove
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
31st Jan 2025 1:25pm
Vintage Beauty
Her breasts, warm beneath my hands,
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
carry a history I've only glimpsed from a distance
While each of fifty-two years left its mark.
I can almost feel the echoes of that first boy's touch,
a memory etched into her being.
Gazing at the roundness of her breasts
I imagine them swaying for other men's delight.
In the ninth grade, she was already part of
that distinguished 20% who were sexually active,
but she was a dream out of reach for me.
Now, after all the living she's done—
three children, two marriages,
one...
#aging
#erotic
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 4:00pm
24th Jan 2025 4:00pm
Emily
At the edge of all Emily had ever known,
A decisive moment held her in fierce embrace.
Adrenaline coursed like a raging stream
Through the veins of her body.
In that fragment of her life, all was vivid and clear,
Her boyfriend lay naked beside her in the bed of her childhood,
Two teens in a new town, a world away from past lives.
Emily felt his entrance into a place she’d protected for seventeen years.
There was a presence, and an unexpected warmth.
In the seconds that followed, they discovered a careful, pelvic dance that...
A decisive moment held her in fierce embrace.
Adrenaline coursed like a raging stream
Through the veins of her body.
In that fragment of her life, all was vivid and clear,
Her boyfriend lay naked beside her in the bed of her childhood,
Two teens in a new town, a world away from past lives.
Emily felt his entrance into a place she’d protected for seventeen years.
There was a presence, and an unexpected warmth.
In the seconds that followed, they discovered a careful, pelvic dance that...
#sex
#teens
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1 Comment
Dragonnora
Nora
Nora
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:25pm
23rd Jan 2025 11:25pm
Sketch lines
I know we are young
I know we have no idea where we’ll end up
We’re just finding our way
We won’t stay the same
and I don’t want to
neither do you
I am hiding in the minutes, the seconds
that I get to kiss you
Some day will come, when we break up
and I have to miss you
Cause we’ll fight, come undone
Too many bullets in our guns
To stay safe
To stay this way
We are just sketching out the lines
Too much still undefined
So hold me tighter
Than you’ve ever done before
Let’s come closer ...
I know we have no idea where we’ll end up
We’re just finding our way
We won’t stay the same
and I don’t want to
neither do you
I am hiding in the minutes, the seconds
that I get to kiss you
Some day will come, when we break up
and I have to miss you
Cause we’ll fight, come undone
Too many bullets in our guns
To stay safe
To stay this way
We are just sketching out the lines
Too much still undefined
So hold me tighter
Than you’ve ever done before
Let’s come closer ...
#anxiety
#FirstLove
#love
#relationships
#teens
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Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 6:28pm
22nd Jan 2025 6:28pm
MINE IS A GEN-Z
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z full of people who are bruised,
Dressed up in new love, but inside all used.
We hurt each other in search of relief,
And peace? Peace is finding someone who is new.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that believes in vengeance,
Tangled in some modern curse,
A cycle that we cannot escape.
Love isn't whole, but shattered fragments
That cut deeper with each attempt to heal.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that craves love, yet terrified to fall.
“Single, but happy, we say; still, our bodies say...
A Gen-Z full of people who are bruised,
Dressed up in new love, but inside all used.
We hurt each other in search of relief,
And peace? Peace is finding someone who is new.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that believes in vengeance,
Tangled in some modern curse,
A cycle that we cannot escape.
Love isn't whole, but shattered fragments
That cut deeper with each attempt to heal.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that craves love, yet terrified to fall.
“Single, but happy, we say; still, our bodies say...
#escape
#lies
#manipulation
#sadness
#teens
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