Poems About Teens Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about teens seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
312 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:27pm
20th Oct 2020 5:27pm
Snap
I'm becoming well acquainted
with your hairline
your glasses
the various ceilings you pass under
Our interactions exist
because my name is embedded in a list
which regularly passes beneath your lightning thumbs
But I question whether this counts
as a friendship
Or whether this media
can be considered social
And I cry for this generation
of virtual souls
with your hairline
your glasses
the various ceilings you pass under
Our interactions exist
because my name is embedded in a list
which regularly passes beneath your lightning thumbs
But I question whether this counts
as a friendship
Or whether this media
can be considered social
And I cry for this generation
of virtual souls
#loneliness
#teens
646 reads
19 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 8:23pm
4th Oct 2020 8:23pm
Soul Sister (for my late former wife)
Soul Sister
Oh, child of the Irish Channel,
is she who attended Divinity School
known as parochial education
in the haze of liberation theology.
She is a lost lamb who wanders the slums
opening her purse for bums.
She gazes with wonder at every fallen cross
in the neighborhood graveyard.
She saunters angelically through hobo town
upon whose frailty she leaves
the rock of ages in pamphlets.
The bright-eyed moonchild surveys dreamscapes
aglow with love light.
As she walks under a balcony
fate...
Oh, child of the Irish Channel,
is she who attended Divinity School
known as parochial education
in the haze of liberation theology.
She is a lost lamb who wanders the slums
opening her purse for bums.
She gazes with wonder at every fallen cross
in the neighborhood graveyard.
She saunters angelically through hobo town
upon whose frailty she leaves
the rock of ages in pamphlets.
The bright-eyed moonchild surveys dreamscapes
aglow with love light.
As she walks under a balcony
fate...
#teens
#childhood
#city
#magic
#graveyard
439 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
30th Aug 2020 10:17pm
30th Aug 2020 10:17pm
Neglected Pause
I live in a neglected pause —
I think I just fell into it by mistake
so I made a case for ‘serendipity’ to add meaning;
“God’s Will” someone suggested, trying to be helpful.
Exploring the pause I found a stray dog without a bone —
how the hell did he get here?
But when I encountered pink carnations rocking on a rainbow
to The Doors’ Roadhouse Blues, I thought
wow, weird scenes inside a goldmine indeed,
I’ve stopped the clock — life is worth living after all.
I think I just fell into it by mistake
so I made a case for ‘serendipity’ to add meaning;
“God’s Will” someone suggested, trying to be helpful.
Exploring the pause I found a stray dog without a bone —
how the hell did he get here?
But when I encountered pink carnations rocking on a rainbow
to The Doors’ Roadhouse Blues, I thought
wow, weird scenes inside a goldmine indeed,
I’ve stopped the clock — life is worth living after all.
#teens
#music
#SelfReflection #historical
#SelfReflection #historical
723 reads
20 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 2:51am
11th Aug 2020 2:51am
A great nite
We got home before the kids
because you have to work tomorrow
(so do I)
and I try to remember to look
unimpressed with them
She clocked me in the jaw
with her cell phone
by mistake
and we laughed
I didn't even feel it
Trying so hard
to move deliberately
without stumbling
So you don't feel
like I'm just another
unruly kid
you have to babysit
I am high on friendship
and wine
And I'm sorry
if that makes your life hard
But I am alive again
and I needed this ...
because you have to work tomorrow
(so do I)
and I try to remember to look
unimpressed with them
She clocked me in the jaw
with her cell phone
by mistake
and we laughed
I didn't even feel it
Trying so hard
to move deliberately
without stumbling
So you don't feel
like I'm just another
unruly kid
you have to babysit
I am high on friendship
and wine
And I'm sorry
if that makes your life hard
But I am alive again
and I needed this ...
#teens
#marriage
#friendship #alcohol
#friendship #alcohol
588 reads
9 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2020 1:42am
3rd Aug 2020 1:42am
Rebel
I was born
Dreamlike fuzzed ethereal edges
Give way to
Cold hard ledges
Take me back
Into my warm cocoon
Fast forward
Grade school officials
Warnings of retribution
Not following directions
But lots of potential
Yes, parents are in the picture
Yes, they care
Care what others think
I didn't
Born free
But not free to think
So I took it for myself
The constraints of thinking
Outside the box wasn't enough
So my mind now rests easy
Filled with...
Dreamlike fuzzed ethereal edges
Give way to
Cold hard ledges
Take me back
Into my warm cocoon
Fast forward
Grade school officials
Warnings of retribution
Not following directions
But lots of potential
Yes, parents are in the picture
Yes, they care
Care what others think
I didn't
Born free
But not free to think
So I took it for myself
The constraints of thinking
Outside the box wasn't enough
So my mind now rests easy
Filled with...
#teens
#conflict
#escape
#apathy
#manipulation
741 reads
4 Comments
jessfh35
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 10:10pm
18th Jul 2020 10:10pm
Prowl
Ostentatious bitches
Prowl,
We dress up for this.
Designed to impress,
We become unsure along the way as to
Whether we matched the speed of the bus or it matched us.
We laugh about boys
And it makes us less afraid,
This is what we do best.
Stepping out like one person steps
In and out and in and out, Blurred.
We have lots of favourite places
And we do love each other so much it’s sad.
This is our song,
We have quite a few of those too.
The crinkles in our made up faces
Hide...
Prowl,
We dress up for this.
Designed to impress,
We become unsure along the way as to
Whether we matched the speed of the bus or it matched us.
We laugh about boys
And it makes us less afraid,
This is what we do best.
Stepping out like one person steps
In and out and in and out, Blurred.
We have lots of favourite places
And we do love each other so much it’s sad.
This is our song,
We have quite a few of those too.
The crinkles in our made up faces
Hide...
#love
#teens
#friendship
#summer
#alcohol
449 reads
5 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Jul 2020 00:58am
15th Jul 2020 00:58am
Teenage angst
Teenage angst
Is on a high
We rule the world
Through our eyes
Everyone else
Is second best
Think I'm kidding
Put our apathy
To the test
We're always
Being told how to think
You might think we agree
But you didn't see us wink
Give us a voice
And listen up
We're not drinking
From your Kool-aid cup
Your antiquated thoughts
Have grown stale
They should be
Locked away without bail
There's a new kid
Running this town
Hand over your lunch money
Or...
Is on a high
We rule the world
Through our eyes
Everyone else
Is second best
Think I'm kidding
Put our apathy
To the test
We're always
Being told how to think
You might think we agree
But you didn't see us wink
Give us a voice
And listen up
We're not drinking
From your Kool-aid cup
Your antiquated thoughts
Have grown stale
They should be
Locked away without bail
There's a new kid
Running this town
Hand over your lunch money
Or...
#anger
#teens
#identity
#nostalgia
#apathy
400 reads
4 Comments
Mssukser
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 2:50pm
11th Jun 2020 2:50pm
Who was I?
Who was I before you?
Fueled with ego
A thug, up for a brawl
Cries of mercy?
I am no saint Paul
Who was I before you?
Rage in my veins
I am fighting the crowd
Oh if God existed
Cover me with a shroud
Who was I before you?
Tainted is my heart
You searching for a soul?
You are looking for a diamond
In a sack of coal?
Who was I before you?
All time bully
I roast till you weep
Go ask your mama,
If that cut was so deep?
Who was I...
Fueled with ego
A thug, up for a brawl
Cries of mercy?
I am no saint Paul
Who was I before you?
Rage in my veins
I am fighting the crowd
Oh if God existed
Cover me with a shroud
Who was I before you?
Tainted is my heart
You searching for a soul?
You are looking for a diamond
In a sack of coal?
Who was I before you?
All time bully
I roast till you weep
Go ask your mama,
If that cut was so deep?
Who was I...
#love
#teens
#relationships
#LifeChangingMoment
#FallingInLove
458 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
4th Jun 2020 11:16pm
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the...
With only a master’s degree in music, I am lucky to land an instructor job at my local junior college. I am an instructor for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is a two-year college where young Olympians excel. During their practice sessions, I just melt in my soma zone while the students strum my heart with the...
#loneliness
#friendship
#school
#LifeGoals
#teens
554 reads
6 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
28th May 2020 12:08pm
28th May 2020 12:08pm
The Man Monsoon
Born and raised on television
Grew his Heroic heritage
battling school bus bandits
Like Mr. Hold My Bag and Carrot sticks
Heart heavier than an anvil
Crushing the coyote trampling across sandhills
Road runner cartoon bug-eyed wonderment
When blue-dyed hair beauty comes a sauntering
Here comes the racing thoughts
"Boy growing up is astonishing".
Grew his Heroic heritage
battling school bus bandits
Like Mr. Hold My Bag and Carrot sticks
Heart heavier than an anvil
Crushing the coyote trampling across sandhills
Road runner cartoon bug-eyed wonderment
When blue-dyed hair beauty comes a sauntering
Here comes the racing thoughts
"Boy growing up is astonishing".
#teens
#childhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
497 reads
1 Comment
kathyrivers
Kathy Rivers
Kathy Rivers
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 9:50pm
30th Apr 2020 9:50pm
Hating the distance
Hey... I really need you right now-
makes me wish we didn't live so far apart
cuz maybe if we could cry together
we could mend each other's hearts...
it kinda sucks sometimes...
being so far away...
it makes it harder to communicate
or to know if you're okay
and it also makes me sad...
cuz sometimes I wish I could hug you
but when you're feeling down so far away
there's not much that I can do
but one day I know we'll see each other
not just know each other here
and I know it'll be wonderful
and we both will shed a tear...
makes me wish we didn't live so far apart
cuz maybe if we could cry together
we could mend each other's hearts...
it kinda sucks sometimes...
being so far away...
it makes it harder to communicate
or to know if you're okay
and it also makes me sad...
cuz sometimes I wish I could hug you
but when you're feeling down so far away
there's not much that I can do
but one day I know we'll see each other
not just know each other here
and I know it'll be wonderful
and we both will shed a tear...
#loneliness
#teens
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#escape
489 reads
2 Comments
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