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.
Vamps
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:09pm
Yesterday 11:09pm
She
She wore her heart
For all to see
Like an ever
Blooming
Wild flower
Her delicate petals
Flushed with a
Vivid and lively
Pallet
Her beauty
Created by the
Gods
A free soul
Bound only by
Her spirits imagination
An ever elusive limit
Infecting each and
Every person
That had the fortune
To witness her
With glowing
Affection
She was everything and
Everyone
The most sacred parts
Of all human spirit ...
For all to see
Like an ever
Blooming
Wild flower
Her delicate petals
Flushed with a
Vivid and lively
Pallet
Her beauty
Created by the
Gods
A free soul
Bound only by
Her spirits imagination
An ever elusive limit
Infecting each and
Every person
That had the fortune
To witness her
With glowing
Affection
She was everything and
Everyone
The most sacred parts
Of all human spirit ...
#anxiety
#depression
#teens
#illness
#MentalHealth
22 reads
4 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:20pm
Yesterday 12:20pm
Miss Universe Droolin’
All the girls are smilin’, and the winner’s full of joy
They’ve been for a walk, inviting a teenage boy
He’d be hard and hot if she was a playboy
Miss Universe droolin’, by many a teenage boy
Locked with a key, my bedroom door, to stop any killjoy
Well I got under my blanket and I began to deploy
You know the parents always like to annoy
Who knew I was gonna enjoy
Miss Universe droolin’, by many a teenage boy
All the girls are smilin’, and the winners full of joy
They’ve been for a walk, inviting a teenage boy
If I could tell...
They’ve been for a walk, inviting a teenage boy
He’d be hard and hot if she was a playboy
Miss Universe droolin’, by many a teenage boy
Locked with a key, my bedroom door, to stop any killjoy
Well I got under my blanket and I began to deploy
You know the parents always like to annoy
Who knew I was gonna enjoy
Miss Universe droolin’, by many a teenage boy
All the girls are smilin’, and the winners full of joy
They’ve been for a walk, inviting a teenage boy
If I could tell...
#women
#teens
#funny
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
8 reads
0 Comments
Didi3d
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 4:29pm
12th Jan 2020 4:29pm
201 winters
My daily job is one I love so much. Student coach, therapist... a lot of my “visitors” are younger ones. Searching balance and answers, searching how to erase their latest wounds. To help them understanding a world full of dark shadows.
It’s who I am... a little man trying to help. It’s who they are, courageous little souls.
Dedicated to them’...
****
Your eyes
Troubled and wet
Hands nervously...
Playing with a Kleenex
Unfolding the paper
Unfolding yourself
Anxiety is your partner
Fears your companions
Words are...
It’s who I am... a little man trying to help. It’s who they are, courageous little souls.
Dedicated to them’...
****
Your eyes
Troubled and wet
Hands nervously...
Playing with a Kleenex
Unfolding the paper
Unfolding yourself
Anxiety is your partner
Fears your companions
Words are...
#teens
#childhood
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
37 reads
15 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 11:34am
11th Jan 2020 11:34am
Cereal box camping (Cymru am byth)
We had to eat four boxes of Cornflakes,
the coupons were cut on dotted lines,
five long weeks for the tent to arrive,
six weeks in the garden each summer.
Twelve years later, bungee clipped
to the petrol tank of a Honda,
shoe-horned between ruck sacks and bin bags
we vibrated into Wales.
The weather was dripping forked lightning,
clawing its way down Snowdonia,
the light and birds had all but gone.
I pegged the last guide rope
as the heavy hiss of rain chased us in.
Laughter cut through musty canvas
zipped...
the coupons were cut on dotted lines,
five long weeks for the tent to arrive,
six weeks in the garden each summer.
Twelve years later, bungee clipped
to the petrol tank of a Honda,
shoe-horned between ruck sacks and bin bags
we vibrated into Wales.
The weather was dripping forked lightning,
clawing its way down Snowdonia,
the light and birds had all but gone.
I pegged the last guide rope
as the heavy hiss of rain chased us in.
Laughter cut through musty canvas
zipped...
#teens
#relationships
#rain
#holiday
#funny
28 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Jan 2020 5:00am
5th Jan 2020 5:00am
1977
1977
Hometown at night
Her bottom is sunk into the leather upholstery
Of my 1977 corvette
With Supertramp on the eight-track
While we plow through the darkness
Looking for an icebreaker
As an Arctic Front frosts the windows
She smiles as we slide into position
To park-like teenagers
On the funky side of town
But we dream California
While Mississippi mud sticks to our shoes
And the heater blows like the Santa Ana Winds
Hometown at night
Her bottom is sunk into the leather upholstery
Of my 1977 corvette
With Supertramp on the eight-track
While we plow through the darkness
Looking for an icebreaker
As an Arctic Front frosts the windows
She smiles as we slide into position
To park-like teenagers
On the funky side of town
But we dream California
While Mississippi mud sticks to our shoes
And the heater blows like the Santa Ana Winds
#love
#teens
#winter
#music
#nostalgia
45 reads
11 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2020 8:57am
3rd Jan 2020 8:57am
Silence
( after Louise Glück )
At no time, while the spirit
moves through you, are you dead.
You cannot be fooled,
You are not proud of this fact.
And all things being equal,
no matter the wasteland
or inclement weather,
is all there is, nothing you can do.
Still, I can’t bleed for new chicks
that have no history, this latest
generation that thinks
I can’t spell, or buy a chair.
Mine look at me as if I’m a typo
from a dead language
that lies in a silted harbor
where Trojan warships once...
At no time, while the spirit
moves through you, are you dead.
You cannot be fooled,
You are not proud of this fact.
And all things being equal,
no matter the wasteland
or inclement weather,
is all there is, nothing you can do.
Still, I can’t bleed for new chicks
that have no history, this latest
generation that thinks
I can’t spell, or buy a chair.
Mine look at me as if I’m a typo
from a dead language
that lies in a silted harbor
where Trojan warships once...
#teens
#aging
#escape #LouiseGluck
#escape #LouiseGluck
54 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 12:10pm
30th Dec 2019 12:10pm
SOMEONES GONE MISSING
What has this world turn into when our young womens and little girls even our young mens and little boys, cant even step out the door without disappearing without a trace of there steps as if they werent even here, among us those that care about there self being and well being of life. For you cant even watch the news nowadays and not hear about another one has gone missing, vanishing into thin air without a trace of where they have gone for weeks and days and months on end with no calls nor letters to the family to know that they are alright somewhere. This world has change so much over the...
#children
#women
#men
#teens
#StreamOfConsciousness
73 reads
20 Comments
Demonikmc
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 8:39am
30th Dec 2019 8:39am
Wipeout
#children
#teens
#heroic #masculinity
#heroic #masculinity
34 reads
0 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 11:07pm
20th Dec 2019 11:07pm
Vandals in the Moonlight
Vandals
In the
moonlight
A havockers
Hideaway
The corner
Strewn
with
Angst and
rebellion
Rebel rousers
With
RIGHTS
Dreary
Days
Delirium
Dire
Devastation
Forgotten
For just a moment.
Discontented
Togetherness
A Lonely
Lingerer
No longer
And then....
Dawn.
In the
moonlight
A havockers
Hideaway
The corner
Strewn
with
Angst and
rebellion
Rebel rousers
With
RIGHTS
Dreary
Days
Delirium
Dire
Devastation
Forgotten
For just a moment.
Discontented
Togetherness
A Lonely
Lingerer
No longer
And then....
Dawn.
#teens
#childhood
#rebellion
58 reads
4 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 1:25pm
20th Dec 2019 1:25pm
Halfway house
No one walks these streets,
where hooded exchanges meet,
half brick playing fields,
used to crack riot shields.
Concrete cages hold the fragile elite,
an eye for an eye confirms our belief,
restraining orders that get ignored,
liberate the dreams I can't afford.
Stain ringed mattress, bare wood floor
her eyes roll back, faking for more.
Turn up the tune to silence their groans,
drum and bass track is my place to roam.
Stomach cramps and begs for food,
cupboards run with cockroach and booze.
Social...
where hooded exchanges meet,
half brick playing fields,
used to crack riot shields.
Concrete cages hold the fragile elite,
an eye for an eye confirms our belief,
restraining orders that get ignored,
liberate the dreams I can't afford.
Stain ringed mattress, bare wood floor
her eyes roll back, faking for more.
Turn up the tune to silence their groans,
drum and bass track is my place to roam.
Stomach cramps and begs for food,
cupboards run with cockroach and booze.
Social...
#teens
61 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 00:32am
9th Dec 2019 00:32am
Drunkard's Waltz Vetoed
Drunkard's Waltz Vetoed
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We meet at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards. Darlene tells me that the boys at school said her daughter should have won the beauty pageant. So when the girl walks up it is a déjà vu of my quiet years as...
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We meet at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards. Darlene tells me that the boys at school said her daughter should have won the beauty pageant. So when the girl walks up it is a déjà vu of my quiet years as...
#mother
#teens
#food
#dance
#sexy
62 reads
0 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 5:24am
7th Dec 2019 5:24am
Growth
Smart kid
Top of the class
Perfect attendance
Homework done fast
Friends with most and teachers agreed
Of all of the students most prone to succeed
Last year of primary he gained lots of weight
Saw his friends growing up, staying in shape
This killed his confidence, bullies weren't helping
First was his body, now mind is unhealthy
Quit football, the one thing he did out of school
Keeping his shirt on when hitting the pool
Soon he closed off from all socialising
Told himself he needed nobody besides him ...
Top of the class
Perfect attendance
Homework done fast
Friends with most and teachers agreed
Of all of the students most prone to succeed
Last year of primary he gained lots of weight
Saw his friends growing up, staying in shape
This killed his confidence, bullies weren't helping
First was his body, now mind is unhealthy
Quit football, the one thing he did out of school
Keeping his shirt on when hitting the pool
Soon he closed off from all socialising
Told himself he needed nobody besides him ...
#teens
#faith
#aging
#redemption
#philosophical
75 reads
2 Comments
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