Poetry about Teens
#teens
The teenage years from 13 to 19 years old can be a difficult stage of life. Here you'll find "coming of age" poems about the transition from childhood to adulthood. Poems are written by teens, or from memories of teenage years.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 3:36pm
7th Dec 2024 3:36pm
Now, and Not Yet
In the marrow of your bones,
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much. ...
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much. ...
#LifeCycle
#lust
#teens
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
#job
#seductive
#sensual
#teens
#women
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:23am
25th Nov 2024 11:23am
So Much For Keeping That One Promise
Even though she made
promises to be a good
girl while on Spring Break,
Shannen allowed herself
to go wild on a local
beach in Cancun, Mexico.
promises to be a good
girl while on Spring Break,
Shannen allowed herself
to go wild on a local
beach in Cancun, Mexico.
#beach
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#spring
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 2:13pm
24th Nov 2024 2:13pm
Kneeling
It’s a proud part of manhood
Raised high in the air
It stands as a symbol
For the soul’s earnest prayer
A violet crown that it wears
Was given at birth
Designed for her pleasure
By our dear Mother Earth
Kneeling before him
She’s childlike and fair,
She plants a soft kiss
With eyes closed as in prayer
Raised high in the air
It stands as a symbol
For the soul’s earnest prayer
A violet crown that it wears
Was given at birth
Designed for her pleasure
By our dear Mother Earth
Kneeling before him
She’s childlike and fair,
She plants a soft kiss
With eyes closed as in prayer
#sex
#teens
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
Generation Z-ero
The cuckold generation
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
#honesty
#satirical
#teens #TruthOfLife
#teens #TruthOfLife
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12 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
The Galaxy
Walking into the Galaxy
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
#childhood
#success
#teens
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
7th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Teenage Vampire
how can you know the distance run
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
between the longing and the sun…
when I was just a little boy
they caught me with a rat,
about to sink my fangs in it.
the sun slanting between
the houses on that row
to where I crouched beside the hose and bikes
and contemplated blood.
they called me mad
and locked me up
and gave out pills
like sweets on Christmas morn.
they tried to unlock a room in my skull
that would contain the answers to my self.
abandoned at just four years old, ...
#murder
#suffering
#teens #vampires
#teens #vampires
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:28pm
4th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Prom Night Orgasm - Amplified
Vivian placed her hand over Tim, and he blushed at the heat he felt rushing up his spine.
She whispered, “I love feeling you get hard.”
Tim touched the top of her hand. “Your hand…it’s beautiful.” He hadn’t seen fake nails at school before. These were creamy white. They made her thin fingers seem even longer.
Rubbing the top of her hand, he said, “Your hand’s so smooth.”
Vivian smiled, then bent forward and kissed him. “It tastes so good,” she whispered, her lips still pursed at the edge of him.
Vivian’s mind...
She whispered, “I love feeling you get hard.”
Tim touched the top of her hand. “Your hand…it’s beautiful.” He hadn’t seen fake nails at school before. These were creamy white. They made her thin fingers seem even longer.
Rubbing the top of her hand, he said, “Your hand’s so smooth.”
Vivian smiled, then bent forward and kissed him. “It tastes so good,” she whispered, her lips still pursed at the edge of him.
Vivian’s mind...
#sex
#teens
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
A dysfunctional family life
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I write these words from my own memories of my past life, as I read a story that reminded me of my own past life. 🤨 What the abuse had done to me a reflection upon my own life and world. 🌎 For I can relate to this story of living with a abusive man, not my real father. 🤨 YET he felt it necessary to hit me and to put his hands on me, when he was drunk punching and hitting me with his fist. 👊 Yet my own mother would say to me that's what you a man in your life. 😲 Yet treating it like it was alright...
#childhood
#dialogue
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#teens
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 12:43pm
25th Oct 2024 12:43pm
A Doll's Wish
The empty of my life found a
fullness in the mystery of a boy's touch.
While helping me with math, I noticed Jason
smiling at the doll on my bed.
I’d slept with Julie as a child and my favorite doll
still acted as the sentinel of my bedroom
sixteen years after my birth.
When math was done, the same lips
that had kissed Julie so many nights
found Jason’s lips warm with life.
I smiled as Julie looked on, wondering if
dolls have dreams for those who love them.
Moments...
fullness in the mystery of a boy's touch.
While helping me with math, I noticed Jason
smiling at the doll on my bed.
I’d slept with Julie as a child and my favorite doll
still acted as the sentinel of my bedroom
sixteen years after my birth.
When math was done, the same lips
that had kissed Julie so many nights
found Jason’s lips warm with life.
I smiled as Julie looked on, wondering if
dolls have dreams for those who love them.
Moments...
#sex
#teens
243 reads
11 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 2:36pm
13th Oct 2024 2:36pm
Perfectly Braided Hair
As he felt the warmth of Anita's mouth,
he looked down at her braided crown
and heard the echo of young voices
from a beauty salon earlier that day
looking forward to their senior prom.
The cheerful chirping of girls
blooming with potential filled the air
and made Anita’s mother smile.
Could she have imagined
the thresholds her child would cross
this night on life’s journey
sometimes measured in mere hours?
The swirls of Anita's braided hair
carried a narrative of affection,
both fresh and...
he looked down at her braided crown
and heard the echo of young voices
from a beauty salon earlier that day
looking forward to their senior prom.
The cheerful chirping of girls
blooming with potential filled the air
and made Anita’s mother smile.
Could she have imagined
the thresholds her child would cross
this night on life’s journey
sometimes measured in mere hours?
The swirls of Anita's braided hair
carried a narrative of affection,
both fresh and...
#sex
#teens
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 3:48pm
8th Oct 2024 3:48pm
Prom Night Orgasm
Vivian spent hours on hair, makeup, and dressing for the prom. Her mother said, "That dress is too sexy," but Vivian persisted. Her mother thought, The boy is nice, and my girl has a good reputation.
How could her mother know that the prom would lead to a private house party and an available bedroom. When the clock chimed eleven, she thought back to her younger years and mistakes she’d made. I shouldn't have let her wear that dress, she thought.
At that very moment, Vivian’s body arched involuntarily as her first ever orgasm shot through her naïve...
How could her mother know that the prom would lead to a private house party and an available bedroom. When the clock chimed eleven, she thought back to her younger years and mistakes she’d made. I shouldn't have let her wear that dress, she thought.
At that very moment, Vivian’s body arched involuntarily as her first ever orgasm shot through her naïve...
#sex
#teens
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