Long Poems About Teens
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Long poems about teens. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The Tragic Tale of a Young Girl's Body
She was young, just a tender age
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
#college
#school
#teens #women
#teens #women
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Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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Thirteen
#mother
#teens
#childhood
#birthday
#drugs
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Young dreams .
Shy girls don’t get seen like the queens who work short tight skirts with ample cleavage on offer. It’s screaming you want me with sex appeal sealed with bright red lipstick and five-inch razor heels. They turn heads wherever they may be never short of attention coz they got the confidence to be your wet dream.
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
Shy girls hide behind clothes buttoned up almost to their neck and hemlines pass the knee. Shoes to sensible with arch support for comfort and a block two-inch heel. Their make up is on the neutral side coral lips and freckled cheeks brushed over with golden hues and hair...
#happiness
#anxiety
#courage
#teens
#fear
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Callie's Journal Entry After Losing Her Virginity
April 19, 2011
The world feels different. How can one moment change everything? A few hours ago, I did something with my boyfriend I never thought I would do so soon. There was something pulling us together that couldn’t be stopped. Daniel’s touch lit a fire inside me and doubts disappeared. In his arms, I felt weightless, lost in a moment that seemed endless.
First we danced and laughed with our friends at the house party like any other date. Then we went upstairs. It was a big house. I was scared. I’d heard the first time was always a disaster, but it wasn’t....
The world feels different. How can one moment change everything? A few hours ago, I did something with my boyfriend I never thought I would do so soon. There was something pulling us together that couldn’t be stopped. Daniel’s touch lit a fire inside me and doubts disappeared. In his arms, I felt weightless, lost in a moment that seemed endless.
First we danced and laughed with our friends at the house party like any other date. Then we went upstairs. It was a big house. I was scared. I’d heard the first time was always a disaster, but it wasn’t....
#teens
#sex
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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...
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...
#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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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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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Teens