Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
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
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
The Eeks of the World
For five weeks
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
#sports
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth #teens
#SelfWorth #teens
293 reads
7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
The Eeks of the World
For five weeks
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
#sports
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth #teens
#SelfWorth #teens
293 reads
7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
The Eeks of the World
For five weeks
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
#sports
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth #teens
#SelfWorth #teens
293 reads
7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
5th Jul 2023 6:41pm
The Eeks of the World
For five weeks
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
for several summers
I attended a sleepaway camp in North Carolina,
near my grandparents' vacation home
I think it was listed as a Christian camp
There was another Jewish girl once
I sang Dear Lord Jesus
along with everyone else
No big whoop
The archery counselor's nickname was Eek
She was an older woman
with the type of shortly curled,
pubic looking perm
that made me wonder how much worse her untreated hair could have been
She seemed to dislike me
Or at least my technique
I was a...
#sports
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth #teens
#SelfWorth #teens
293 reads
7 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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12 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
154 reads
12 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
154 reads
12 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
154 reads
12 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
Gotta know your name
I see you walking your dog
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
#teens
#lyrics
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
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14 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
Gotta know your name
I see you walking your dog
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
#teens
#lyrics
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
314 reads
14 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
13th Apr 2023 5:22pm
Gotta know your name
I see you walking your dog
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
I see you petting the old stray cat
I see you feeding the birds
I gotta know your name
I know you don’t have a girlfriend
I know you don’t have a boyfriend either
I know you live on my street
I gotta know your name
Why oh why
Can’t I just get up the courage to ask
Your face looks really, really kind
But what if you think I’m stupid trash
I see you walking the beach
I see you talk to the guy on the corner
I see the dreams in your eyes
I gotta know your name
I know...
#teens
#lyrics
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
#crush #NaPoWriMo2023
314 reads
14 Comments
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