Popular Poems About Teens

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...

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 ...

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, ...

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