Long Poems About Teens
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Long poems about teens. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Rowena O’Riordan
Rowena O’Riordan
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
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Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Ours is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
Spring in Natchez, Mississippi is pollen blown on the honeysuckle breeze like the nectar of Aphrodite. Sassafras scents the morning light on a dandelion lane past the bird sanctuary owned by the surgeon down the road until he walked Brightwood Street with his bewildered...
#women
#teens
#myself
#FallingInLove
#dating
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THROUGH TIMES EVAPORATIVE HEALING TOUCH (time, date & place unknown?)
my heart my mind
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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The Faceless - Flash Horror
I had to leave. The atmosphere at home was radioactive. I could feel my flesh melt, and my hair fall out. I left at night with no money. I had the clothes on my skin, a raincoat, a lighter, a solitary cigarette, and for some reason, a note pad.
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
#dark
#teens
#trees
#MentalHealth
#horror
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Under den Linden
Unter den Linden
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but...
#teens
#transgender
#heroic
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Diary entry - Kissing Kyle
Diary entry from my mother, Janice (Nizana), that I found yesterday. It was on her computer which is an unorganized mess of photo and text files. I might find more.
March 12, 2014
I spent the afternoon working on a new flowerbed in the backyard, a project I had been contemplating for weeks. Kyle, a 15-year-old neighbor with a passion for gardening, offered to help me bring my vision to life. He and Lauryn had been friends since childhood and since he was known to be a good worker, I hired him to help me a few afternoons after school. The warm sun embraced us as my hands dug...
March 12, 2014
I spent the afternoon working on a new flowerbed in the backyard, a project I had been contemplating for weeks. Kyle, a 15-year-old neighbor with a passion for gardening, offered to help me bring my vision to life. He and Lauryn had been friends since childhood and since he was known to be a good worker, I hired him to help me a few afternoons after school. The warm sun embraced us as my hands dug...
#teens
#crush
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Red Pinkflower
#teens
#erotic
#dirty
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THE VENDETTA THAT PAID ITSELF - Part Two Vengeance
I recovered from my madness. I was seventeen and I was ready to give the world another go. Things were getting good again. I was taller, stronger, and I getting my confidence back. I had got it together and started college in the scenic paradise that was the city of Bath. The women were posh, and to them I was rough enough to be of interest. The dark days of throwing up in the crème bathroom after a day’s drinking and smoking were long past. I didn’t feel like I was better than them, I just knew that there were better things out there than that. I wore sharper clothes and had walked away...
#teens
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
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THE VENDETTA THAT PAID ITSELF - Part One Injured Pride
When I was twelve we moved to a market town on the edge of Salisbury plain. There hadn’t been a grain market held for well over a century. After the First World War, the town became a garrison. I watched as a villain of my youth stepped on his own bear trap. Looking back, my sentence in that town was one of the easiest.
As a wild and greasy teen, I ran with a small gang of wannabe thugs. Our leader was the son of a successful solider from Liverpool. He was tall, and his baby faced chubbiness had turned to muscle. It was his fearlessness that drew...
As a wild and greasy teen, I ran with a small gang of wannabe thugs. Our leader was the son of a successful solider from Liverpool. He was tall, and his baby faced chubbiness had turned to muscle. It was his fearlessness that drew...
#teens
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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Prom Night
#teens
#sex
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THE EXAMINATION DESK
It was the day of nine o’clock G.C.S.E math’s exam. We lined up outside the lunch hall like conscripts awaiting basic training. The black painted mesh of the bike shed was flaking. I picked at it. I felt sick. I snuck into the drama block to smoke a roll up. It made me even sicker. I came back, I took my tie off, and then my jumper.
‘Where’s your tie?’ said Mr. Clumper.
‘I don’t feel well, you don’t need to a tie to pass an exam,’ I said.
‘Rules are rules. Put your tie back on.’
I obeyed. I looked at my friend. He was browsing a revision book. He was...
‘Where’s your tie?’ said Mr. Clumper.
‘I don’t feel well, you don’t need to a tie to pass an exam,’ I said.
‘Rules are rules. Put your tie back on.’
I obeyed. I looked at my friend. He was browsing a revision book. He was...
#teens
#school
#college #fear
#college #fear
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Happy Girls in Paradise
In the middle of sixth grade I became best friends with Marcie. The Marcie she was back then had frizzy hair and cumbersome black glasses. She was the new girl at school, lost, with no road map to the land of cool. I didn’t have one either, so I guided her into my world.
Soon we spent countless hours at each other’s homes. We made up silly songs and skits. We rode our bikes in Miami’s humidity to the Parrot Jungle, sipping Cokes as crayon-hued Macaws squawked overhead. We had slumber parties with our friends, did cheers on our front lawns, and flew in her father’s corporate jet to...
Soon we spent countless hours at each other’s homes. We made up silly songs and skits. We rode our bikes in Miami’s humidity to the Parrot Jungle, sipping Cokes as crayon-hued Macaws squawked overhead. We had slumber parties with our friends, did cheers on our front lawns, and flew in her father’s corporate jet to...
#teens
#BestFriend
#childhood #MovingOn
#childhood #MovingOn
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Pirate Irish Twins
It was always just the two of us
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
#brother
#sister
#teens
#fate
#despair
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