Long Poems About Teens
#teens
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#childhood
Long poems about teens. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 3:43pm
21st Mar 2024 3:43pm
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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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
7th Mar 2024 3:47am
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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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 6:08am
24th Feb 2024 6:08am
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
210 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 5:58pm
8th Jan 2024 5:58pm
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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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
20th Dec 2023 1:55pm
20th Dec 2023 1:55pm
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
168 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 6:25pm
27th Dec 2022 6:25pm
Prom Night
#teens
#sex
296 reads
2 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
10th Dec 2022 8:30pm
10th Dec 2022 8:30pm
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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7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 7:29am
19th Oct 2022 7:29am
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
431 reads
6 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
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
334 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 18: Into The Fire
#teens
#abuse
#bullying
#memories
#risk
422 reads
9 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Jul 2022 7:23pm
24th Jul 2022 7:23pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 17: The Start Of Real Danger
The first sign of trouble came with the ringing of the front doorbell halfway through a Saturday afternoon. A couple of girls stood there, aged around sixteen or seventeen.
‘Yes, hello?’ I said, frowning.
‘Hi,’ one of them said. ‘We're Jane and Wendy, friends of Nicky’s.’
Their names sounded familiar. Nicky attended the Jewish Youth Club on the corner of the street, but wasn’t Jewish himself.
‘Do you want to come for a cup of tea?’ Jane said.
A flicker of unease. A girl with long ginger hair looking out at me through the front...
‘Yes, hello?’ I said, frowning.
‘Hi,’ one of them said. ‘We're Jane and Wendy, friends of Nicky’s.’
Their names sounded familiar. Nicky attended the Jewish Youth Club on the corner of the street, but wasn’t Jewish himself.
‘Do you want to come for a cup of tea?’ Jane said.
A flicker of unease. A girl with long ginger hair looking out at me through the front...
#teens
#bullying
#memories #risk
#memories #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 8:24pm
20th Jul 2022 8:24pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 16: Family Strife
Get to bed,’ my father yelled after another row at home.
‘I won’t,’ I said. ‘It’s not even half ten yet. You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not a kid.’
He jumped to his feet, his face white with rage, and I took a step back. Already, the images were playing in my mind…him leaping towards me and grabbing my hair, clenching his fist to strike. I bolted from the room before he could do any of those things and ran up the stairs to my bedroom, his voice booming through the house.
‘Bloody lunatic. One of these days, I’m going to sell that piano of yours and...
‘I won’t,’ I said. ‘It’s not even half ten yet. You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not a kid.’
He jumped to his feet, his face white with rage, and I took a step back. Already, the images were playing in my mind…him leaping towards me and grabbing my hair, clenching his fist to strike. I bolted from the room before he could do any of those things and ran up the stairs to my bedroom, his voice booming through the house.
‘Bloody lunatic. One of these days, I’m going to sell that piano of yours and...
#teens
#family
#memories
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Teens
