Poetry about Teens
#teens
The teenage years from 13 to 19 years old can be a difficult stage of life. Here you'll find "coming of age" poems about the transition from childhood to adulthood. Poems are written by teens, or from memories of teenage years.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 10:56am
10th Apr 2025 10:56am
She had f**king rabies
#horror
#illness
#rhyming
#sex
#teens
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
Shadow of Fear
You can drive a car if you do it right
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
#FeelingTrapped
#lyrics
#rebellion
#rhyming
#teens
66 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 11:30pm
8th Apr 2025 11:30pm
Undo me
When I look back
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#motherhood #teens
#motherhood #teens
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
The Bedroom Door
Our home was quiet since her father left four years before.
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful...
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful...
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
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Dragonnora
Nora
Nora
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:58pm
11th Mar 2025 8:58pm
Sketch Lines (Full version)
I know we are young
I know we have no idea
Where we’ll end up
We’re just finding our way
We won’t stay the same
And I don’t want to
Neither do you
I am hiding in the minutes, the seconds
That I get to kiss you
Some day will come, when we break up
And I have to miss you
Cause we’ll fight, come undone
Too many bullets in our guns
To stay safe
To stay this way
We are just sketching out the lines
Too much is still undefined
So hold me tighter
Than you’ve ever done before
Please come...
I know we have no idea
Where we’ll end up
We’re just finding our way
We won’t stay the same
And I don’t want to
Neither do you
I am hiding in the minutes, the seconds
That I get to kiss you
Some day will come, when we break up
And I have to miss you
Cause we’ll fight, come undone
Too many bullets in our guns
To stay safe
To stay this way
We are just sketching out the lines
Too much is still undefined
So hold me tighter
Than you’ve ever done before
Please come...
#bittersweet
#fear
#heartbroken
#love
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 00:46am
4th Mar 2025 00:46am
A Rented Bed
In that room that was new to us both,
the only sounds were soft creaking of
a rented bed and a soft slapping of skin on skin.
Despite the cool air, beads of sweat
formed on my brow and a flash of
panic shot behind my eyes.
I’d stumbled too close! I could not bring
myself to withdraw. I pressed deep and
paused accepting the inevitable.
God she was so warm and wet inside!
It was happening and there would be
no stopping it. My girlfriend’s brows furrowed
over eyes wide with disbelief as she
realized what was...
the only sounds were soft creaking of
a rented bed and a soft slapping of skin on skin.
Despite the cool air, beads of sweat
formed on my brow and a flash of
panic shot behind my eyes.
I’d stumbled too close! I could not bring
myself to withdraw. I pressed deep and
paused accepting the inevitable.
God she was so warm and wet inside!
It was happening and there would be
no stopping it. My girlfriend’s brows furrowed
over eyes wide with disbelief as she
realized what was...
#sex
#teens
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PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
Sacred Curiosity
In a quiet moment of sacred curiosity,
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
#sex
#teens
311 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
Teenage Love
Love is flawed
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
#love
#music
#PopCulture
#teens
#tragedy
125 reads
10 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 1:20pm
22nd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Falling Inside of Her
Looking down at her tender whiteness,
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted to fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
I wanted to push my spirit into her flesh.
I wanted to fall into the depths of her.
And so, when her fingers led me there,
it felt like I was falling, falling with
windows of light flying past.
I no longer had myself at all.
I was totally inside of her.
I knew life would never be the
same again after that.
#sex
#teens
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 2:54pm
20th Feb 2025 2:54pm
Her Burial Site
Staring at her photograph on her tombstone,
I'm hit by nostalgia and transported back to her life—
34 years, two months, and 11 days of vibrancy,
now frozen in time.
Her energy and grace live on in my memory,
despite the two decades that have passed.
Her children chose burial over cremation,
and as I stand by her grave,
I'm struck by the reality of her physical decay beneath the earth.
I can't help but think of what must remain—
a skeletal echo of the person I once held close.
Teeth, hair, perhaps some stubborn fibers of the clothes...
I'm hit by nostalgia and transported back to her life—
34 years, two months, and 11 days of vibrancy,
now frozen in time.
Her energy and grace live on in my memory,
despite the two decades that have passed.
Her children chose burial over cremation,
and as I stand by her grave,
I'm struck by the reality of her physical decay beneath the earth.
I can't help but think of what must remain—
a skeletal echo of the person I once held close.
Teeth, hair, perhaps some stubborn fibers of the clothes...
#FirstLove
#LifeCycle
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
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1 Comment
Onyxceila
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
Heirloom
A beautiful and brilliant woman,
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
#childhood
#daughter
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#teens
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