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.
snugglebuck
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 5:48pm
20th Jan 2019 5:48pm
Hide School
Devastated by the slightest slight
Every rain seemed like a raging storm
Even a pimple was a catastrophic
Clearasil & Credence-Clear-Water-Revival
Were my allies in navigating
The locker lined hallways of my Hell
Every rain seemed like a raging storm
Even a pimple was a catastrophic
Clearasil & Credence-Clear-Water-Revival
Were my allies in navigating
The locker lined hallways of my Hell
#teens
#school
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Benzy_420
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 8:10pm
7th Jan 2019 8:10pm
Recap
#teens
#childhood
#motivational
#learning
#aging
25 reads
0 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 11:30am
2nd Jan 2019 11:30am
‘Hollers n’ Sense’
Let the pain commence...!
All that “holiday expense”
It’s truly enough to make
one wanna holla, question...
where went that collar,
blue-work-force dollar?
Seems it’s been a minute
since, it’s made ends meet
got brothas hustlin’ in the
streets to bring in a lil’
extra for the meat on
the table is more than
a small feat, a treat
for sure if you’re splittin’
time with that real deal, n’
that ‘commercialized’ mind-
set... to make it’ “The Best
Christmas Yet”
Make a mothafucka...
All that “holiday expense”
It’s truly enough to make
one wanna holla, question...
where went that collar,
blue-work-force dollar?
Seems it’s been a minute
since, it’s made ends meet
got brothas hustlin’ in the
streets to bring in a lil’
extra for the meat on
the table is more than
a small feat, a treat
for sure if you’re splittin’
time with that real deal, n’
that ‘commercialized’ mind-
set... to make it’ “The Best
Christmas Yet”
Make a mothafucka...
#women
#men
#teens #humankind
#teens #humankind
43 reads
6 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
24th Dec 2018 7:41pm
24th Dec 2018 7:41pm
Monster's Truck
Starring in a loathsome scene
I was only seventeen
In my mouth, a nasty cigarette
I ran so far away
For I did not obey
The loving wishes of my parents.
On a dark Missouri road
The engine had explode
Hitchhiker's thumb held way up high
That's when I saw the lights
Of a Chevy '69
Accompany a passersby.
The man inside was mute
Though he looked just like The Dude
A Cali bum with shades to hide.
The smell upon his breath
Like alcohol and death
I had endured the whole ride.
As the night came to an end ...
I was only seventeen
In my mouth, a nasty cigarette
I ran so far away
For I did not obey
The loving wishes of my parents.
On a dark Missouri road
The engine had explode
Hitchhiker's thumb held way up high
That's when I saw the lights
Of a Chevy '69
Accompany a passersby.
The man inside was mute
Though he looked just like The Dude
A Cali bum with shades to hide.
The smell upon his breath
Like alcohol and death
I had endured the whole ride.
As the night came to an end ...
#dark
#teens
#evil
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Dec 2018 10:04am
21st Dec 2018 10:04am
a great man
The Great Man
Harry Lesly Smith was born poor in a slum
he had no education but rose above because
he was of a sunny nature.
I read excerpts from his book (he wrote several)
and he expresses himself in a pure working class
vernacular way and since he was not a famous
literate one thinks his book sells modestly.
I too was born in the slum and Homes, finally
ending my boyhood at a farm for the rebellious.
By nature, I’m five minutes before midnight
and tend to see the darker colour of the time
we live in, these the last hours...
Harry Lesly Smith was born poor in a slum
he had no education but rose above because
he was of a sunny nature.
I read excerpts from his book (he wrote several)
and he expresses himself in a pure working class
vernacular way and since he was not a famous
literate one thinks his book sells modestly.
I too was born in the slum and Homes, finally
ending my boyhood at a farm for the rebellious.
By nature, I’m five minutes before midnight
and tend to see the darker colour of the time
we live in, these the last hours...
#teens
#motherhood
#marriage
#aging
#luck
31 reads
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 11:00am
10th Dec 2018 11:00am
Out The Cage
#teens
#sex
#erotic
#violence
#satirical
208 reads
15 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 8:00pm
28th Nov 2018 8:00pm
Teen Sex Trials - - (Haikus 7.0)
#lust
#teens
#sex
111 reads
2 Comments
HaiItsMo
Mo
Mo
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2018 2:35am
22nd Nov 2018 2:35am
November 21, 2018
A poem in which I am not the victim
At five years old
I am pushed off my scooter by a boy with dark hair.
I sit in silence as I wait for the teacher to escort me to the nurse’s office.
She tells me,
“you know he’s just messing with you because he likes you, right?”
At five years old I am not sure what that means
but I hold it in my hands like a keepsake.
We pass this down through generation after generation.
“He’s doing it because he likes you.”
Teaching young girls.
This is what love looks like.
Teaching...
At five years old
I am pushed off my scooter by a boy with dark hair.
I sit in silence as I wait for the teacher to escort me to the nurse’s office.
She tells me,
“you know he’s just messing with you because he likes you, right?”
At five years old I am not sure what that means
but I hold it in my hands like a keepsake.
We pass this down through generation after generation.
“He’s doing it because he likes you.”
Teaching young girls.
This is what love looks like.
Teaching...
#anger
#women
#men
#teens
#feminism
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SweetOblivion
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 11:56pm
14th Nov 2018 11:56pm
Beginnings
#teens
#sex
#lover #aging
#lover #aging
231 reads
6 Comments
SahajSabharwal
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 5:06pm
1st Nov 2018 5:06pm
NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS BY SAHAJ SABHARWAL
NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge in keen.
They don't have a driving licence,
As don't have driving sense.
Minors are given just pen and page,
Their life is not more than a cage.
Holiday is not given even on sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.
Parents are worried not to get blame,
From minors they just want their fame.
Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.
...
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge in keen.
They don't have a driving licence,
As don't have driving sense.
Minors are given just pen and page,
Their life is not more than a cage.
Holiday is not given even on sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.
Parents are worried not to get blame,
From minors they just want their fame.
Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.
...
#teens
#WritingPoetry
63 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Oct 2018 8:52am
30th Oct 2018 8:52am
the bitch
The Bitch
You came into my life the day I was marrying my dog
like a sandstorm out of the blue, it blinded me somehow
You came into my life, and the took second place
handled it well but loved me anyway till the day she died
And a new sandstorm blew me clean away.
I know to live in a place where the wind blows from the sea
sometimes I do think the salt spray in my face is tears
of regret that I should have married my dog.
And no matter whatever they say it had been the right thing
to do but love billowed in my face but despite this of...
You came into my life the day I was marrying my dog
like a sandstorm out of the blue, it blinded me somehow
You came into my life, and the took second place
handled it well but loved me anyway till the day she died
And a new sandstorm blew me clean away.
I know to live in a place where the wind blows from the sea
sometimes I do think the salt spray in my face is tears
of regret that I should have married my dog.
And no matter whatever they say it had been the right thing
to do but love billowed in my face but despite this of...
#birth
#teens
#childhood
55 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
29th Oct 2018 5:01pm
29th Oct 2018 5:01pm
Her Smuggled, Bloody Youth
I exhale bereavement,
kick the jive to curb and crush my inexperienced youth
that walks by, and off a mid-sized cliff, with a half crop, frilled socks and heels, and breaks a leg on the way down,
drowns in a melancholy that won't bend
the way she bent, months before, in static silences
waving arms gleefully to songs she didn't like,
creating cliché with dealers who deal promises of company
but never loved,
as one can't buy that, even from a Johnny cum quickly,
always more a club than a heart or spade,
so awfully, willfully, ...
kick the jive to curb and crush my inexperienced youth
that walks by, and off a mid-sized cliff, with a half crop, frilled socks and heels, and breaks a leg on the way down,
drowns in a melancholy that won't bend
the way she bent, months before, in static silences
waving arms gleefully to songs she didn't like,
creating cliché with dealers who deal promises of company
but never loved,
as one can't buy that, even from a Johnny cum quickly,
always more a club than a heart or spade,
so awfully, willfully, ...
#teens
#FirstLove
113 reads
5 Comments
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