Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
She Found Me
I was being shy and was trying hide
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
#love
#wife
#teens
282 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
She Found Me
I was being shy and was trying hide
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
#love
#wife
#teens
282 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
6th Mar 2024 9:32pm
She Found Me
I was being shy and was trying hide
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
So I covered my eyes and to my surprise she found me
On that warm summer night under the moonlight
She walked up to me, lifted my cap looking in curiously
“Why are you hiding?” she said with that a smile
The moment our eyes met there was something
As her group of friends and mine met that first time
I felt my heart’s rhythm thumping and bumping
“I’m not hiding” I replied still trying to hide
With a shy smile she must’ve found appealing
I was trying to be smooth in those old days of youth ...
#love
#wife
#teens
282 reads
8 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
16th May 2023 6:10am
16th May 2023 6:10am
DEFINING MOMENT OF LIFE
#teens
#sex
#rhyming #pregnancy
#rhyming #pregnancy
319 reads
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DU Poetry : Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
