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.
oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 8:01am
11th Aug 2018 8:01am
gravestones
The Grave Stone
Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother's grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big
full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have
chipped in it looked costly.
I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay
for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.
I'm hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live
Longer than expected. You never know with people like me
I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up
In the...
Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother's grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big
full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have
chipped in it looked costly.
I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay
for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.
I'm hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live
Longer than expected. You never know with people like me
I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up
In the...
#birth
#teens
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
7th Aug 2018 10:14pm
7th Aug 2018 10:14pm
I Would Shoulder the Sky
I grow weary of the myths.
I won't be rising from the ashes,
And the ashes will not let me go.
There is a storm outside my window,
As well as a storm inside me.
One drop will; another will drown.
I know not which is killing me.
There are condemned fortunes.
But I still have faith in dying...
Perhaps in the arms of my regrets.
Every breath of my youth's spring,
I waited for you to kill me,
For I had loved to love in vain.
You no longer know my name...
We are ghosts for the first time again.
Every...
I won't be rising from the ashes,
And the ashes will not let me go.
There is a storm outside my window,
As well as a storm inside me.
One drop will; another will drown.
I know not which is killing me.
There are condemned fortunes.
But I still have faith in dying...
Perhaps in the arms of my regrets.
Every breath of my youth's spring,
I waited for you to kill me,
For I had loved to love in vain.
You no longer know my name...
We are ghosts for the first time again.
Every...
#love
#depression
#teens
#death
#WritingPoetry
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2018 8:23am
3rd Jul 2018 8:23am
a love story to
A love story too
We are making love
But in your eyes I see
You think of someone else.
At climax
You shout out the name
“Rudolf.”
Who the hell is he?
I resentfully ask.
The red-nosed reindeer
You say and smile.
We are making love
But in your eyes I see
You think of someone else.
At climax
You shout out the name
“Rudolf.”
Who the hell is he?
I resentfully ask.
The red-nosed reindeer
You say and smile.
#teens
#marriage
#LifeCycle
#aging
#dating
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
Ethiopian Songbird
Ethiopian Songbird
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
#birth
#teens
#Africa #music
#Africa #music
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EuphoricFeelosophy
Poem Published
4th Jun 2018 9:16pm
4th Jun 2018 9:16pm
In her youth.
I'm no rapper I'm a writer,
I don't diss rather reminisce.
I look into past like,I remember this
memories comin back like,I dun did some shit.
Purple rain in my eyes
Now I'm high,
Reminiscing losing eyesight
like those nights...
high fucks and red lights
looking under diamonds in the moonlight
cross lights on a school night.
Well back then,freedom was
a responsibility.
we were bawss R.E.S.P.E.C.T
wave bye to the good times
now you're fucking with the new life.
But you're a rebel you could go back,
so hand me...
I don't diss rather reminisce.
I look into past like,I remember this
memories comin back like,I dun did some shit.
Purple rain in my eyes
Now I'm high,
Reminiscing losing eyesight
like those nights...
high fucks and red lights
looking under diamonds in the moonlight
cross lights on a school night.
Well back then,freedom was
a responsibility.
we were bawss R.E.S.P.E.C.T
wave bye to the good times
now you're fucking with the new life.
But you're a rebel you could go back,
so hand me...
#happiness
#teens
#nostalgia
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snugglebuck
Poem Published
27th May 2018 6:04am
27th May 2018 6:04am
PRAISE BE TO STEAM
Fresh/Brine
Clouds/Fog
Snow/Ice
In all its forms
Water is life’s blessing
But exclusive to humanity
Is water in the form of steam
Without steam
Humans would not exist
In the numbers they do presently
Steam
Powers machines
Disinfects and cleans
Steam
Makes the inedible edible
Preserving food hermetically
Steam
Produces electricity
Today, as it did, yesterday
Coal, oil, and gas
And nuclear materials
Are all just fuels
Used to make steam
That powers...
Clouds/Fog
Snow/Ice
In all its forms
Water is life’s blessing
But exclusive to humanity
Is water in the form of steam
Without steam
Humans would not exist
In the numbers they do presently
Steam
Powers machines
Disinfects and cleans
Steam
Makes the inedible edible
Preserving food hermetically
Steam
Produces electricity
Today, as it did, yesterday
Coal, oil, and gas
And nuclear materials
Are all just fuels
Used to make steam
That powers...
#teens
#technology
#science
#fire
#water
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd May 2018 4:41am
3rd May 2018 4:41am
A Favorite Song
( a Sonnet )
🎼A boy dropped in a dime and chose B2,
The bubbles in the juke lit up the place.
He grabbed his date & show’d me what to do,
I swayed with love’s abandon on my face.
🎼To hear our favorite song for the first time,
’Twas never meant to be the one we heard.
To dance w’ perfect guy in perfect rhyme,
I listen’d to, lip-syncing ev’ry word.
🎼The way he studied me in like was such;
He loved...
🎼A boy dropped in a dime and chose B2,
The bubbles in the juke lit up the place.
He grabbed his date & show’d me what to do,
I swayed with love’s abandon on my face.
🎼To hear our favorite song for the first time,
’Twas never meant to be the one we heard.
To dance w’ perfect guy in perfect rhyme,
I listen’d to, lip-syncing ev’ry word.
🎼The way he studied me in like was such;
He loved...
#love
#teens
#romantic #FallingInLove
#romantic #FallingInLove
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Deadpoetanxiety
Poem Published
28th Apr 2018 2:38pm
28th Apr 2018 2:38pm
Personal Porcelain
They aren't mine.
I've owned them now for eighteen years.
I earned them but they weren't won.
A pair of old front teeth veneers.
They weren't there.
My friends did run.
I'm left outside in an unknown dark.
The odds weren't fair.
Twenty five to one.
They rushed me from a nearby park.
His hand grabs my throat, I follow suit.
He holds his hand loose, I squeeze mine and prepare. It won't be long till that inevitable Boot.
I laid the first blow.
And then realise.
I'm drunk and alone. ...
I've owned them now for eighteen years.
I earned them but they weren't won.
A pair of old front teeth veneers.
They weren't there.
My friends did run.
I'm left outside in an unknown dark.
The odds weren't fair.
Twenty five to one.
They rushed me from a nearby park.
His hand grabs my throat, I follow suit.
He holds his hand loose, I squeeze mine and prepare. It won't be long till that inevitable Boot.
I laid the first blow.
And then realise.
I'm drunk and alone. ...
#teens
#violence
#fate
627 reads
4 Comments
Sunwolfe1745
Poem Published
5th Oct 2017 7:03pm
5th Oct 2017 7:03pm
Philmont Scout Ranch
I spent years in the Boy Scouts, but the best experience I had was my second summer at the national scout camp, Philmont. It was 1987 and the first time a young boy was really out on his own. I spent the summer working in what was known as the headquarters camp. It was where all of the scouts came to start their hikes into Philmont's 215+ square miles of rough terrain and mountains.
My job was in the commissary, we handled all of the food for everyone working for or visiting the camp. We provided the food for all of the meals served in the dining room in the headquarters...
My job was in the commissary, we handled all of the food for everyone working for or visiting the camp. We provided the food for all of the meals served in the dining room in the headquarters...
#teens
#memories
#freedom
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
709 reads
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Aug 2017 11:08am
1st Aug 2017 11:08am
The Power of the Purge
I thought I'd share something I posted on The Google Erotic Writers Group in response to one of their polls. Thanks.
I guess I saw this and wanted to add. I was 11 I think. The awareness began very early with me lol. Actually earlier than that. I always have a joke that I was horny from the womb lol. There was this guy named Del in my school. He knew I really liked him too. Eleven year old playa lol. I think he knew exactly the effect he had on me and he purposefully talked to me to see my crazed reaction to him. Back then before the invention of the wheel girls were really into...
I guess I saw this and wanted to add. I was 11 I think. The awareness began very early with me lol. Actually earlier than that. I always have a joke that I was horny from the womb lol. There was this guy named Del in my school. He knew I really liked him too. Eleven year old playa lol. I think he knew exactly the effect he had on me and he purposefully talked to me to see my crazed reaction to him. Back then before the invention of the wheel girls were really into...
#lust
#teens
#abuse
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
27th Jul 2017 3:06am
27th Jul 2017 3:06am
Red Shoes
working evenings at the coffee house
washing dishes to earn my keep
scrubbing dirt from the tiled floors
all for a stipend and place to sleep
mistress mine visited often
looked at us with kind eyes
paid our wages to the cents
fed us well once a month
my fifteenth birthday was a good day
I was healthy and had a dollar
in my little black handbag
adorned with the face of Donny Osmond
My mistress gave me her red shoes
with many a wear left in in
I wore them proudly for a day
the three inch...
washing dishes to earn my keep
scrubbing dirt from the tiled floors
all for a stipend and place to sleep
mistress mine visited often
looked at us with kind eyes
paid our wages to the cents
fed us well once a month
my fifteenth birthday was a good day
I was healthy and had a dollar
in my little black handbag
adorned with the face of Donny Osmond
My mistress gave me her red shoes
with many a wear left in in
I wore them proudly for a day
the three inch...
#teens
#memories
758 reads
11 Comments
thepositivelydark
Poem Published
8th Apr 2016 2:51pm
8th Apr 2016 2:51pm
The Bell Jar
But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?" - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
There were no red roses to anger me
Yet I was a storm inside on the day of my birth
Raging around my own asylum cell
Waiting for someone to tell me
That I'm fine
That they'll take care of everything
I left behind
The golden girl was long gone
With her honors, and college, and contests, and prizes
Replaced by someone...
There were no red roses to anger me
Yet I was a storm inside on the day of my birth
Raging around my own asylum cell
Waiting for someone to tell me
That I'm fine
That they'll take care of everything
I left behind
The golden girl was long gone
With her honors, and college, and contests, and prizes
Replaced by someone...
#teens
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#myself
#dreams
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