Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
Maple666
Poem Published
8th May 2024 3:28am
8th May 2024 3:28am
A to B
I was on a route to A to B and got stopped by a X. I felt perplexed as I had learnt my alphabet in earnest when I was small. On the way to school reciting the letters in conformity and hands held in simplicity and a blanket of unconditional love. Nothing is as transparent as then or as orderly and uncomplicated.
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
#aging
#childhood
#nostalgia
#strength
#teens
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Maple666
Poem Published
8th May 2024 3:28am
8th May 2024 3:28am
A to B
I was on a route to A to B and got stopped by a X. I felt perplexed as I had learnt my alphabet in earnest when I was small. On the way to school reciting the letters in conformity and hands held in simplicity and a blanket of unconditional love. Nothing is as transparent as then or as orderly and uncomplicated.
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
#aging
#childhood
#nostalgia
#strength
#teens
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Maple666
Poem Published
8th May 2024 3:28am
8th May 2024 3:28am
A to B
I was on a route to A to B and got stopped by a X. I felt perplexed as I had learnt my alphabet in earnest when I was small. On the way to school reciting the letters in conformity and hands held in simplicity and a blanket of unconditional love. Nothing is as transparent as then or as orderly and uncomplicated.
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
You expected to find yourself at B but life gave you the finger and gave you the X with you are on your own kid. I mean this isn’t fair game I have got to find my own diversion without a clue to find my B. Nobody tells you life is not like the alphabet a structure of...
#aging
#childhood
#nostalgia
#strength
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Today 1:48pm
Today 1:48pm
First Kiss
Our lips traveled miles,
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
#FirstLove
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Today 1:48pm
Today 1:48pm
First Kiss
Our lips traveled miles,
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
A hundred or more,
To meet and ask for the
Promise of tomorrows.
Warmth and moist,
As an uncharted land.
A single kiss from Virginia
Two kids with unknown futures.
Her tongue grew quiet,
Becoming a delicate envoy,
She carried a whisper of lust
And placed it on my lips.
Her tongue was pure in its intent
And promised me heaven.
Virginia whispered, “Later,”
And so it was to be.
#FirstLove
#teens
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
306 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
306 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
306 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
22nd Nov 2020 1:40pm
From Whims, To A Quim, And No Longer Being A Him (circa 1971-2)
I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all
We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly
Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead
We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and...
#teens
#sex
#city #LifeAsAWriter
#city #LifeAsAWriter
306 reads
4 Comments
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
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
79 reads
12 Comments
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
79 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
