Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
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
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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
312 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
First Night
He gazed at his lover with awe,
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
#sex
#teens
218 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
First Night
He gazed at his lover with awe,
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
#sex
#teens
218 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1057 reads
56 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1057 reads
56 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1057 reads
56 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1057 reads
56 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1057 reads
56 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
82 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
82 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
82 reads
12 Comments
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