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Violence Teen Poems | Violence Poems About Teen

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Details | Quatrain | |

A Soul Cries

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
They say he has neither a head nor limbs
But he has a soul and a spirit
Undesirable is the soul to be taken from the womb

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
His voice is so mild that no one can hear him
He’s damned for a crime he didn’t commit 
No supplication and inspiration to share

A soul still cries yet nobody hears him
He has neither words nor songs to hymn
He’s languishing from a lashing whip 
A victim to hatred, dubiety and immorality 

A soul cries yet nobody seems to care
He pleas for his precious life to be spared
Yet with a mild voice no one will give an ear
 With despair he cries and screams into the night

A soul cries yet this girl has turned a deaf ear
A voice tells her “eliminate him from here” 
But a master fate will sometimes have it to be
The Dame escorted him six feet underground

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Copyright © Gideon Foli

Details | Free verse | |

Teen Life

Being a teenager is hard.
You go to school 
listen to people talk about you
They worry about your shoes.
They worry about if you “on fleek”
but they don’t know that you really
wanna play hide and seek.

People don’t understand the things that
teenagers go through. 
Teenagers have a lot of peer pressure 
and people are rude.
Teens have to deal with people who
think they’re better than everybody, even you.

Life of a teen nobody understands
Teens wish they had someone to
understand and someone to grab their hand.
Teens wish they could laugh and play 
but now they have to Oh! watch their babies all day.

The world that we live is cruel
and filled with so many fools.
Teens, make sure they have good grades,
afraid about what their parents will say.
There’s a lot of violence and crime progressing
but there’s nobody doing any time.

In this world all you hear about are the gangs
and the guns that go bang!
Life of a teen you wouldn't understand
there’s nobody to grab our hand

Copyright © Anijhai Austin

Details | Lyric | |

Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013

Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Free verse | |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?

Copyright © Jazmine Russell

Details | Rhyme | |

Out Of The Darkness

Out of the darkness

I step into light

Everything in my life turned Bright


The promise of light

Came in and took control

Now I am on a roll


The violence of the past

Is no longer there

No more pain do I bear


The dreams of the future

Are there and ready

Moving slow and steady


Out of the darkness

Comes the light

I am filled with delight


The promise of light

Fills me with joy

Like a child getting a christmas toy


The violence of the past

Died a death...painful and slow

I am ready come on let's go


The dreams of the future

Consume me

I can finally live and be free


Out of the darkness

I step into light

Everything in my life turned BRIGHT!

Copyright © The Melody Sings

Details | Free verse | |

The Beast

Cutting, biting, shaking.
Itchy, burning, ripping, tearing.
Burning, searing, blaring.
All I want to do is scream.
Walk away, walk away.
Live or die another day.
Walk away, breathe deep.
Watch everything you say.
The blade falls deep
Cutting down as I weep.
I hold my breath and take a step
Trying to walk away.
But a monster surges again
And I’m right back where I started again.
Twisted, surging to swallow me whole.
As your face
I rip away with every blow.
Until your blood
Covers my face. 
Your existence
I’ll erase.
And I cry here when I’m done
This pitiful thing I’ve done.
Monster within
Lurking just under my skin.
Killer, psychotic, other side.
This monster, the one I hide.
Always anger.
A scar,
A monster within.
This terror-fed,
Blood-thirsty beast lurking just under my skin.

Copyright © Jazmine Russell

Details | Blank verse | |

Its Gangsters and VIolence Part 1

As i spit, the fire blazes off of my tongue, burns this love of anger inside of me
the sunny warmth of this heart seeks out what bestows me
and i continue to depict life in a red hue
so as i walk down the streets, red chucks on my feet and a red jansport backpack, i see
these kids on smack
and im thinking, damn, all high on the mainstream of life that such bitterness has
constrained them.  That's not where i want to be
but as i continue to walk along this side of the sidewalk, the redness in these curtains
bleed and convey me, control me, compel me, intimidate me
And now I am lost.  Absorbed into the brightest of red.
I represent RED.
So as I enter the doorsteps of this home, 
the blue skies fade away, 
and turn this dullness into gray.  
As I take the first step through the door, 
broken dishes scatter alongside every broken tint 
of blue that rushes out of the tub, 
palms raise and screams ring throughout my eardrums.
Such fate of tears I cannot unwind.  
I leave.  
Take the shelter on this side of the sidewalk underneath the ocean sky
along with my family built by society.  
We must hold strong together, 
we must defend each other when in need and through struggles.  
Bring forth the blue of the day.
I represent BLUE.
They walk along the lines.  
I must walk in the middle.  
They are bright with emotions.   
I must dim myself out of respect.  
In the royal purple chambers of loyalty 
i sit in the middle of the road 
not to disclaim their obstruction, 
but to prevent it for change.  
To seek out greater intelligence 
and proclaim that life does not end
 just because of society.  
The consistence of this eager swells

Copyright © Krystilla Cha

Details | Blank verse | |

Its Gangsters and VIolence Part 2

Man whose that chick over there repping blue 
thinking she can come up here and mess with my man. 
Don't she know who she's messing with?
i got to show her wassup.  
Can't come up in my territory 
thinking she owns this place. 
Who she think she is?
Such violence rises
Gosh that chick over there 
look like she want to start something.  
Need to call up the boys.  
She don't know who she's messing with 
and what she's about to get herself into.  
Do she know who I am?
As these gangs and violence mix like water and oil,
full confrontation blend and war is reborn.
This division of color 
leaves them blind to see what is really there.  
To see who is really there.  
More people die everyday 
because one person chooses to allow that effect,
chooses to allow that resentment,
chooses to allow that hatred.  
Red tears fill the ocean young souls swim in 
just because, YOU claim another color.
May 19, 2007.  I was murdered on the front steps 
of my door.  My little brother still remembers 
the day i fell on my back.
May 30, 2007.  I was murdered at my niece's birthday
party at the park because THEY thought that
I shot HER.  
My last visual was seeing her blow our her candles
and making a wish.  
June 1, 2007.  I sit here in this room.
Between two cousins, two lifeless bodies.
One shot at home, the other shot at the park.
Such lust for regret represses
Damn US.

Copyright © Krystilla Cha