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.
RexDurkin
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 9:38am
8th Jun 2019 9:38am
Miss Jewel
#teens
#sex
#rhyming
#funny
#dirty
115 reads
0 Comments
Dryden1976
Poem Published
30th May 2019 00:36am
30th May 2019 00:36am
Knife Crime
I was watching a programme on the knife crimes and its played on my mind ..
I had to write this down :
KNIFE 🔪 CRIME
The dark spirit, it feasts and it thrives.
Spreading fear among families,
These kids , these knives 🔪
Oh what a waste of beautiful young lives.
On the street and in the park,
In the light of day, under the cover of dark.
The blade , gangs .. it’s becoming an obsession.
The violence - the hatred - manifesting into anger and aggression.
Is it too late ?...
I had to write this down :
KNIFE 🔪 CRIME
The dark spirit, it feasts and it thrives.
Spreading fear among families,
These kids , these knives 🔪
Oh what a waste of beautiful young lives.
On the street and in the park,
In the light of day, under the cover of dark.
The blade , gangs .. it’s becoming an obsession.
The violence - the hatred - manifesting into anger and aggression.
Is it too late ?...
#teens
32 reads
0 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 6:13am
22nd May 2019 6:13am
Your Voice In My Head
Bury me deep
So I can’t see
How everyone’s living
Better off without me
Line em up neat,
In the backseat
Kept accompanied by
My own fears, indiscreet
Still a kid trying to keep
One home with one family
Naive; to be broken.
At night I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep, though I’m alone
It’s dark and it’s cold.
Trying to find why your voice in my head
Is so much louder than my own.
Every night we talk
Your voice and laugh so calm
Even though that hurts
It breaks in...
So I can’t see
How everyone’s living
Better off without me
Line em up neat,
In the backseat
Kept accompanied by
My own fears, indiscreet
Still a kid trying to keep
One home with one family
Naive; to be broken.
At night I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep, though I’m alone
It’s dark and it’s cold.
Trying to find why your voice in my head
Is so much louder than my own.
Every night we talk
Your voice and laugh so calm
Even though that hurts
It breaks in...
#teens
#childhood
#nostalgia
#dating
#fatherhood
46 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
20th May 2019 10:07am
20th May 2019 10:07am
Grand Theft Auto
Key in the ignition, let’s begin.
Foot on the pedal, it’s not stealing,
Just borrowing, for an hour or two.
Doing ninety now, no sign of lights of blue.
Music blaring without a care.
Who said peer pressure isn’t fun?
Each of us daring to go out there;
No fear of crashing because we are young.
Still learning to lose control.
Shackles released; let’s see how fast we can go.
Flew past a ton in the blink of an eye.
Touching the sky in our under the influence minds.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights...
Foot on the pedal, it’s not stealing,
Just borrowing, for an hour or two.
Doing ninety now, no sign of lights of blue.
Music blaring without a care.
Who said peer pressure isn’t fun?
Each of us daring to go out there;
No fear of crashing because we are young.
Still learning to lose control.
Shackles released; let’s see how fast we can go.
Flew past a ton in the blink of an eye.
Touching the sky in our under the influence minds.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights...
#teens
#cars
#drugs #prison
#drugs #prison
41 reads
0 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
13th May 2019 2:07pm
13th May 2019 2:07pm
The Orange Grove - Sonnet Twelve
With sunlit sound of wind caressing trees,
Of scents that speak of ladies after noon,
And captured morning's drawn silk balconies,
That vanquish night, and lovers' hearts attune.
I breathe her in as orange skins' graceful part,
Her naked grace in supple curves' retrieve,
I sense her flesh in segmentation’s
art,
Her naked taste in every part's conceive.
How far it seems from youthful caliban,
When easy words could willing mind's resist
Breakdown in orange groves heady perfumed span,
To take in sun burned driving want’s...
Of scents that speak of ladies after noon,
And captured morning's drawn silk balconies,
That vanquish night, and lovers' hearts attune.
I breathe her in as orange skins' graceful part,
Her naked grace in supple curves' retrieve,
I sense her flesh in segmentation’s
art,
Her naked taste in every part's conceive.
How far it seems from youthful caliban,
When easy words could willing mind's resist
Breakdown in orange groves heady perfumed span,
To take in sun burned driving want’s...
#love
#regret
#teens #sex
#teens #sex
50 reads
4 Comments
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
4th May 2019 8:31pm
4th May 2019 8:31pm
My good friend.
Jonny was a friend of mine.
We liked to get in his car and ride.
We spent our days getting high,
I said to him it wasn't a problem;
to myself and good Jon I lied.
We liked to swim in the river at night,
and maybe have a nice orange fire.
We liked to roll up our instruments-
and crawl up the maddened spire.
Maybe we needed to escape from this.
Maybe it was just this small old town.
Nothing to do but to do nothing-
and nothing to feel but blazed.
I think Jon and I spent years like that.
I think we didn't get sober for four,...
We liked to get in his car and ride.
We spent our days getting high,
I said to him it wasn't a problem;
to myself and good Jon I lied.
We liked to swim in the river at night,
and maybe have a nice orange fire.
We liked to roll up our instruments-
and crawl up the maddened spire.
Maybe we needed to escape from this.
Maybe it was just this small old town.
Nothing to do but to do nothing-
and nothing to feel but blazed.
I think Jon and I spent years like that.
I think we didn't get sober for four,...
#teens
#drugs
#addiction
58 reads
1 Comment
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 00:46am
27th Apr 2019 00:46am
So Here We Are...
So, here we are, we've travelled far -
On the brink of immortality...
It has taken over five years,
Eight months and sixteen days to complete but we are almost home.
We've stuck at it through thick and thin.
You were only 12 years old and a different person then,
But it didn't stop us!
Now you're a man and I'm so happy you've given us this opportunity
Because I would not have done it without you!
Four and a half miles from Crystal Palace to Tooting Bec Common
Is all that separates us now, from...
On the brink of immortality...
It has taken over five years,
Eight months and sixteen days to complete but we are almost home.
We've stuck at it through thick and thin.
You were only 12 years old and a different person then,
But it didn't stop us!
Now you're a man and I'm so happy you've given us this opportunity
Because I would not have done it without you!
Four and a half miles from Crystal Palace to Tooting Bec Common
Is all that separates us now, from...
#teens
#childhood
#nostalgia
#luck
#fatherhood
86 reads
6 Comments
TheChadDupree
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 7:09am
10th Apr 2019 7:09am
The Woman From The North
There once was a woman from the North
Her body quickly and rapidly morphed
After dinner, she looked in the mirror
Something looked unfamiliar
She smiled. She was finally developing an arse!
Her body quickly and rapidly morphed
After dinner, she looked in the mirror
Something looked unfamiliar
She smiled. She was finally developing an arse!
#teens
#limerick
#funny
31 reads
0 Comments
BobbyJames
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 4:54pm
5th Apr 2019 4:54pm
Just You Wait.
A son sneezes at his father,
"What the fuck's a blessing?"
Wet cursive tense dried on
the backhand of a compliment!
I'm flattered to know
what he thinks of the band,
"Bunch of airheads that can't play
worth a damn to get a job!"
and plan for his short-tempered lifespan--
drinking the same beer as me...
God! I'm just like my old man,
"I'm never going to have kids!"
Ha!
"What the fuck's a blessing?"
Wet cursive tense dried on
the backhand of a compliment!
I'm flattered to know
what he thinks of the band,
"Bunch of airheads that can't play
worth a damn to get a job!"
and plan for his short-tempered lifespan--
drinking the same beer as me...
God! I'm just like my old man,
"I'm never going to have kids!"
Ha!
#teens
#music
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#fatherhood
38 reads
0 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 1:22pm
5th Apr 2019 1:22pm
Rebel: Notes of an Online Journal
Rebel”
I survived my
childhood
back then,
having the rep
of a badass.
But I wasn’t one,
I kept still.
I wanted to play
chess,
draw and paint.
All thru’ my
teenage rebel years
my grade scores
tanked,
I didn’t care
and didn’t wash.
I had become
a biker chick
which didn’t count,
‘cause I wasn’t
into sex yet,
and it was only
a scooter.
Came
junior college,
that was “IT”—
I grew
my hair long,
took art class.
The...
I survived my
childhood
back then,
having the rep
of a badass.
But I wasn’t one,
I kept still.
I wanted to play
chess,
draw and paint.
All thru’ my
teenage rebel years
my grade scores
tanked,
I didn’t care
and didn’t wash.
I had become
a biker chick
which didn’t count,
‘cause I wasn’t
into sex yet,
and it was only
a scooter.
Came
junior college,
that was “IT”—
I grew
my hair long,
took art class.
The...
#men
#teens
#school
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
62 reads
6 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2019 8:49pm
3rd Apr 2019 8:49pm
Right Here, Right Now in Hancock Park
Save those similes for summer
Nights out in Tripoli and
Pimply teenagers jacking
Off to iPhones and prom
Queens and goth chicks who
Hold out promises for a
Better tomorrow with their
Black hair, blue eyes, and
Cute freckles as you sit
There on the precipice of
A promotion or getting
Shit-canned and kicked
Back to your hometown
Where this sad little
Charade all
Began
Nights out in Tripoli and
Pimply teenagers jacking
Off to iPhones and prom
Queens and goth chicks who
Hold out promises for a
Better tomorrow with their
Black hair, blue eyes, and
Cute freckles as you sit
There on the precipice of
A promotion or getting
Shit-canned and kicked
Back to your hometown
Where this sad little
Charade all
Began
#teens
#gothic
#porn
#summer
#night
88 reads
2 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 5:51pm
2nd Apr 2019 5:51pm
The Sentimental Me
If you don’t think something affects you,
Just give it a little time.
At some point you’ll get a glimpse of your new self
From the side.
You’ve become so sentimental,
Just like everyone else.
And it’s hell
When you’re simply adding more layers to your shell.
You think you keep moving ahead,
But in reality you’re falling behind.
Think the light is getting nearer,
But you’re again becoming blind.
Even your writing gets worse
And up surges the remorse
For your sentimentality;
You’re just emotions and brutality.
...
Just give it a little time.
At some point you’ll get a glimpse of your new self
From the side.
You’ve become so sentimental,
Just like everyone else.
And it’s hell
When you’re simply adding more layers to your shell.
You think you keep moving ahead,
But in reality you’re falling behind.
Think the light is getting nearer,
But you’re again becoming blind.
Even your writing gets worse
And up surges the remorse
For your sentimentality;
You’re just emotions and brutality.
...
#depression
#teens
#shame #SelfWorth
#shame #SelfWorth
41 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poetry about Teens
