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.
Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
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She Found Me
I was being shy and was trying hide
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
#love
#wife
#teens
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San Vernando Valley Circa 1982
Take a chill pill butt-face
Even though your hella buff,
Rick, you look more like a wannabe
That freakazoid is ralphing all over her shoes
Big Whoop, Crissy’s a foodie and a wasteoid
No duh. I knew Jenn was like a gazillionaire.
She vegged out all day, hanging out with Chris, getting high.
Doug is a bodacious surfer.
He tells everyone to eat his shorts,
when people are criticizing his tubular moves
Brad is so grody. His bod though isn’t as gnarly as Ken’s.
Barf me out. Gag me with a spoon. Let’s motor outta here. ...
Even though your hella buff,
Rick, you look more like a wannabe
That freakazoid is ralphing all over her shoes
Big Whoop, Crissy’s a foodie and a wasteoid
No duh. I knew Jenn was like a gazillionaire.
She vegged out all day, hanging out with Chris, getting high.
Doug is a bodacious surfer.
He tells everyone to eat his shorts,
when people are criticizing his tubular moves
Brad is so grody. His bod though isn’t as gnarly as Ken’s.
Barf me out. Gag me with a spoon. Let’s motor outta here. ...
#teens
#school
#nostalgia
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THROUGH TIMES EVAPORATIVE HEALING TOUCH (time, date & place unknown?)
my heart my mind
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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SOAR
So many years
So many months
Weeks
Days
Of struggle, trauma, addiction
I never thought I would make it to this age
17
Time to fucking fly
So many months
Weeks
Days
Of struggle, trauma, addiction
I never thought I would make it to this age
17
Time to fucking fly
#strength
#teens
#birthday
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The Faceless - Flash Horror
I had to leave. The atmosphere at home was radioactive. I could feel my flesh melt, and my hair fall out. I left at night with no money. I had the clothes on my skin, a raincoat, a lighter, a solitary cigarette, and for some reason, a note pad.
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
#dark
#teens
#trees
#MentalHealth
#horror
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Cookie's Heartlight
Gorgeously shaped sonic escapade,
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
epitome of lush vocals,
sepia toned memories that flutter
like a bird warming up wings for a first flight.
Each time you crack open
the weathered door to your beautiful soul,
I cherish the heartlight that streams forth,
and I watch the motes of dust dancing, always dancing.
#love
#teens
#memories
#art
#nostalgia
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I Wish I Were Older
Wow you’re so mature for your age!”
Do you want to know why?
Do you want to know all I’ve been through?
…
Yeah
Thought so.
Do you want to know why?
Do you want to know all I’ve been through?
…
Yeah
Thought so.
#teens
#identity
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i want to know, really
who am i really?
i want to know!
i’m begging to find out,
on the edge of my seat, really.
it feels like a riddle, one that you’re asked on a long road trip,
but the answer remains on the tip of your tongue for 7 hours
a phenomenon, really.
i crave individualism and conformity at the same time,
a paradoxical odyssey (if you will),
who am i when not smothered by the people in the seats next to me?
and i’m always stuck in the middle seat, really.
maybe i’ll find out when the car stops.
i fear it won’t ever...
i want to know!
i’m begging to find out,
on the edge of my seat, really.
it feels like a riddle, one that you’re asked on a long road trip,
but the answer remains on the tip of your tongue for 7 hours
a phenomenon, really.
i crave individualism and conformity at the same time,
a paradoxical odyssey (if you will),
who am i when not smothered by the people in the seats next to me?
and i’m always stuck in the middle seat, really.
maybe i’ll find out when the car stops.
i fear it won’t ever...
#teens
#identity
#myself
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
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eighteen, I guess
it was uncommon in dartford
to meet two attractive french girls in the pub, and me and my mate
derek were immediately besotted,
although, unfortunately for the
sake of our friendship, both with
the same one, not that it mattered; neither of ‘em fancied us ..
to meet two attractive french girls in the pub, and me and my mate
derek were immediately besotted,
although, unfortunately for the
sake of our friendship, both with
the same one, not that it mattered; neither of ‘em fancied us ..
#teens
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Under den Linden
Unter den Linden
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
#teens
#transgender
#heroic
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January««thought
A January Thought
Not being happy with planet Earth, we wonder if there
on other galaxies so far away that even Elon Musk
can bring us there; should we, on a day like this first of January, find the mystic planet we may find, to our surprise, it is just like ours, where people fight wars about what belongs to whom! We could have saved
the expenses and set about repairing the damage disbanding armies, will be hard surplus national pride must be dealt with still, I don't think smaller nations
should disband, before the USA and China do
Why not Russia?...
Not being happy with planet Earth, we wonder if there
on other galaxies so far away that even Elon Musk
can bring us there; should we, on a day like this first of January, find the mystic planet we may find, to our surprise, it is just like ours, where people fight wars about what belongs to whom! We could have saved
the expenses and set about repairing the damage disbanding armies, will be hard surplus national pride must be dealt with still, I don't think smaller nations
should disband, before the USA and China do
Why not Russia?...
#teens
#BestFriend
#heroic
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