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.
KrumblyKrumb16
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 2:59pm
28th Jul 2024 2:59pm
Not a poem, but a song - "Children Chase the Night and All That Comes With It":
Verse 1:
Oh, weren't we shooting stars,
Flying, dreaming, crashing, burning,
Weren't we a drunken daydream,
Living faster, oh so faster,
Weren't we just children in costumes,
Giggling, kicking, shrieking, crying,
Aren't we young pretenders,
Living a life our parents can't afford for us,
Chorus:
I want to live as fast as we can drive into the tangerine sunrise,
And I wan to go down in a haze of glory, smoke and sweat,
I want to live my roaring twenties at the age of just fifteen,
I don't want to grow up yet I'm not the...
Oh, weren't we shooting stars,
Flying, dreaming, crashing, burning,
Weren't we a drunken daydream,
Living faster, oh so faster,
Weren't we just children in costumes,
Giggling, kicking, shrieking, crying,
Aren't we young pretenders,
Living a life our parents can't afford for us,
Chorus:
I want to live as fast as we can drive into the tangerine sunrise,
And I wan to go down in a haze of glory, smoke and sweat,
I want to live my roaring twenties at the age of just fifteen,
I don't want to grow up yet I'm not the...
#childhood
#emptiness
#teens
138 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 10:45am
15th Jul 2024 10:45am
One Time Only
We were all young at one time
Memories return, trapped within the mind
The youth can't relate to these feelings
Decades have passed, never revealing
A time when innocence was accepted
Happiness now is neglected
As we become older, that spark takes time to ignite
Never forget who you are, always shine ever so bright
Don't let your past disappear
Stay young and vibrant, each and every year
Memories return, trapped within the mind
The youth can't relate to these feelings
Decades have passed, never revealing
A time when innocence was accepted
Happiness now is neglected
As we become older, that spark takes time to ignite
Never forget who you are, always shine ever so bright
Don't let your past disappear
Stay young and vibrant, each and every year
#happiness
#loneliness
#memories #teens
#memories #teens
138 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
15th Jul 2024 9:49am
when whore house was fun
When a whore house was fun
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride,...
#aging
#dating
#marriage
#nostalgia
#teens
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 1:22pm
12th Jul 2024 1:22pm
First Tit Kisses
My first tit kisses were by a boy at a
party where I had too much to drink.
He was popular in school, and
I was startled that he found me interesting at all.
I think his name was Ted. While we were making out
he unbuttoned my blouse with shaking hands.
I knew what he was after and felt
sorry for his nervousness. I’d seen my breasts
that very morning in the shower and they weren’t much.
But when he looked down at me with the
eyes of an adolescent boy who’d never kissed a
girl’s nipples before, I felt very special and beautiful.
party where I had too much to drink.
He was popular in school, and
I was startled that he found me interesting at all.
I think his name was Ted. While we were making out
he unbuttoned my blouse with shaking hands.
I knew what he was after and felt
sorry for his nervousness. I’d seen my breasts
that very morning in the shower and they weren’t much.
But when he looked down at me with the
eyes of an adolescent boy who’d never kissed a
girl’s nipples before, I felt very special and beautiful.
#sex
#teens
414 reads
6 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 10:34pm
8th Jul 2024 10:34pm
Prelude to Homicide
I’m destined for something awful.
The smartphone speaks, the TV sings,
the toaster itself is a knave at the ball
commanding me to strike where it stings.
I’m sixteen now and it won’t get better
than this, the humiliations of life
stretched out to last like old leather,
how dad, appalled, each day looks you over.
He knows you’ll never find a wife,
and mum knows too, they laugh to themselves
at night not realising what voices come
through their machines, that write your dreams.
The devils that dance...
The smartphone speaks, the TV sings,
the toaster itself is a knave at the ball
commanding me to strike where it stings.
I’m sixteen now and it won’t get better
than this, the humiliations of life
stretched out to last like old leather,
how dad, appalled, each day looks you over.
He knows you’ll never find a wife,
and mum knows too, they laugh to themselves
at night not realising what voices come
through their machines, that write your dreams.
The devils that dance...
#horror
#MentalHealth
#murder #teens
#murder #teens
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2 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 8:54pm
6th Jul 2024 8:54pm
the child i didn’t get to be
i yearn the child
i didn’t get to be
i yearn being wild
and jumping over waves in the sea
i yearn being soft
and not being handicapped
my confidence was swarfed
til my patience snapped
i never got to be a child
at seven, i needed to be a grown up
now, the adult can’t be exiled
but with my lost childhood i can try and catch up
see me win back my never-ending smile
despite fighting diagnoses and dark days
stuffed animals, photos and memories i compile
and i begin to see my life through a childlike gaze
i didn’t get to be
i yearn being wild
and jumping over waves in the sea
i yearn being soft
and not being handicapped
my confidence was swarfed
til my patience snapped
i never got to be a child
at seven, i needed to be a grown up
now, the adult can’t be exiled
but with my lost childhood i can try and catch up
see me win back my never-ending smile
despite fighting diagnoses and dark days
stuffed animals, photos and memories i compile
and i begin to see my life through a childlike gaze
#aging
#childhood
#memories
#suffering
#teens
223 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 1:46pm
6th Jul 2024 1:46pm
On That Night
On that night, two children of creation said yes to the possibility of love.
On that night, rights and wrongs lost their meaning. The modesty so carefully instilled by church and family fell away like a summer dress falling to the floor.
In one magical moment, I sank into the heat of her sacred space, and remained there, still and quiet, in reverence for her gift. For that time, I held all her yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows in my embrace.
On that night, without modesty or shame, I invested the offerings I’d been given by the creator...
On that night, rights and wrongs lost their meaning. The modesty so carefully instilled by church and family fell away like a summer dress falling to the floor.
In one magical moment, I sank into the heat of her sacred space, and remained there, still and quiet, in reverence for her gift. For that time, I held all her yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows in my embrace.
On that night, without modesty or shame, I invested the offerings I’d been given by the creator...
#FirstLove
#love
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
266 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 11:54am
30th Jun 2024 11:54am
Sex Starved
HOLY FUCK!!
Look at that girl
Those tits, that ass, her face!!
Look at those legs!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
I don't know what to do with myself
Never spoke to a girl this beautiful before
Fuck it!
Where's my gun?
Where's my knife?
I want to shoot and slice some fucking meat
I want to kill all those people near her and swoop her off her feet
I want to smell blood
I want to fuck!
Look at that girl
Those tits, that ass, her face!!
Look at those legs!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
I don't know what to do with myself
Never spoke to a girl this beautiful before
Fuck it!
Where's my gun?
Where's my knife?
I want to shoot and slice some fucking meat
I want to kill all those people near her and swoop her off her feet
I want to smell blood
I want to fuck!
#anger
#frustration
#lust
#sex
#teens
223 reads
6 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
The Guilty
Ladies and Gentlemen
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #teens
#nostalgia #teens
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:12pm
14th Jun 2024 7:12pm
Last Day Of School
#abuse
#bullying
#revenge
#school
#teens
106 reads
7 Comments
delulomes_
Poem Published
31st May 2024 3:37pm
31st May 2024 3:37pm
Qurencia
Some people feel like home.
But they don't seem that welcoming to their bone.
But for the people around, they are warm like a hug,
Not just a mere house.
They resolve the other person's cry, without heed.
But for them, it becomes buried.
Willowing out their vine,
not of hate but of relief, of comfort, of peace,
like the wild flowers in the forest's crease.
They sit alone, until acknowledged,
but once felt,
They become the winter's blanket.
But even when the blanket retire,
their presence lights up the bonfire.
But they don't seem that welcoming to their bone.
But for the people around, they are warm like a hug,
Not just a mere house.
They resolve the other person's cry, without heed.
But for them, it becomes buried.
Willowing out their vine,
not of hate but of relief, of comfort, of peace,
like the wild flowers in the forest's crease.
They sit alone, until acknowledged,
but once felt,
They become the winter's blanket.
But even when the blanket retire,
their presence lights up the bonfire.
#friendship
#teens
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