Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
57 reads
0 Comments
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
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 suppressed early fear
or long forgotten
inner pain ...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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[[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
#parent
#teens
#home #healing
#home #healing
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[[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
#parent
#teens
#home #healing
#home #healing
101 reads
1 Comment
[[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
#parent
#teens
#home #healing
#home #healing
101 reads
1 Comment
[[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
[sometimes underground walkways, other times private parking lots]]
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
We curled into each other,
in the parking lot,
hooked, lined and sinkered,
legs and arms and blankets
where electric lights and Mercedes cars
stayed dry from the wet gloom of the city.
He had a bottle of cheap cider,
they had cigarettes, passed them 'round,
called me the 'Angel',
we found this place as it was an alley away
from the youth centre we went as kids
when we had nowhere else to go.
With no one else to listen,
they taught me...
#parent
#teens
#home #healing
#home #healing
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1 Comment
May Flowers
Retrieve your knife from the wound
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
#teens
#childhood
#memories
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3 Comments
May Flowers
Retrieve your knife from the wound
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
#teens
#childhood
#memories
120 reads
3 Comments
May Flowers
Retrieve your knife from the wound
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
#teens
#childhood
#memories
120 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online