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Violence Teen Poems | Violence Poems About Teen

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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 | Year Posted 2015



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 | Year Posted 2014

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 | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan's

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan’s.
It was a peaceful night a peaceful night that will jeopardized everything. So Me and my friend Calvin were so thrilled to buy something special to us and those were Jordan’s. So we looked all around and found something we like. I personally changed my mind so I went with a Jordan backpack instead.  While my friend purchased the red and white Carmelo’s they were smooth as ice smooth as Michael Jackson doing the shiny unbelievable moonwalk. We were so exiting that night until when we got outside we ran into an enemy from school name Terrence who realized that those were the last red and white Carmelo’s left so he became envious and jealous that he decided to rob Calvin as they got into an argument over it. I try to step in but I was pushed away. As I’m on the floor I witnessed my friend Calvin refusing and cussing Terrence out to give up the sneakers. So an angry enraged Terrence pulls out a knife stabs him six or more times in the heart and in his left temple as Calvin dies in my arms. Terrence attempts to come after me and stabs me but I attempt to avenge my friend so I wrestle with the knife and all a sudden I gasp. I’m stabbed three times laying on the ground with blood dripping out of my stomach. Terrence flees the scene and steals our stuff. Terrence  felt no sympathetic of empathy no even a guy to feel  regrets.   That moment of buying Jordan’s and a backpack was jeopardized and ruined forever. Eventually I survived the wounds and became a hero but Calvin he didn’t make it his wounds were damaged in the heart and a stabbing wound ending his   temple  
It’s my fault 
Calvin’s dead
It’s my fault
Terrence robbed us and got away.
I rather be dead.
Calvin should be living.
Why take him   ?
Why take me too   ?
Screw the world
I hate   it
MY fate is trash
I should die in a terrible crash like Left Eye.
But it happen to this day I’m bless and proud to say that I’m alive   , I’m a sole survivor. I’m Calvin’s new soul and heart and I am a hero of the tragic turn into a magical memory for my beloved friend Calvin .
Calvin lives I love you and rip.
Cmack Estevez
To be continued.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Convergence Of The Train

CONVERGENCE OF THE TRAIN

Act I..scene II,  fade, 
Second floor, English Comp, Eleventh grade
There was a girl who sat 
Three seats in back of me
For the sake of this poems 
And to protect her privacy
We can call her Jacqueline or  Jackie

They teased her everyday
Cause she had body odor, 
Cuts on her arms and acne


No one at Ridgemont knew
She lost her father when she was three
Two years before her mother Od’d..
She sat on a highchair watching
Her Shooting heroin in her veins
But what does all this have to do
With a Train?
I refrain

Her Auntie didn’t want her
Her Auntie’s boyfriend did
Quite a lot for an eight year old kid
So inside of herself she hid

Four Foster Homes
Ten therapist later she finally
 Felt as if she was winning
Her first day at Ridgemont High
Her fifth High school in all
The medications were working
It was her new beginning

After third period English class
She placed the small Hamlet book
In her purse, grabbed her headphones
And bobbled her head to Lady Gaga
As she walked down the  hall

She didn’t know that 
Samantha and Amber
And two other girls
Waited for her in the bathroom stall
And five others hid behind the wall

Samantha unzipped Jackie's purse
And what they did next
Will make your heart burst

They snapped pictures of 
Her medications
Lexipro and abilify
They smeared feces on her Thesis
Tore her bracelet to pieces
And told her to go back where
She came from and die.
Her only defense was to cry



But a hundred episodes of Oprah and Dr. Phil 
And a plethora of pills
Taught her how to be okay..Just a bad day.
Therapist had taught her how to be
Self assuring
Jackie cried on the bathroom floor 
Shaking, aching, soaked in her own Urine
Enduring...        

Act II Scene two days later in the gym
Regina pulled Jackie's bra off
And threw it to Kim
Who wrote Slut on it with her Black pen
Then Nicole  socked her
Laughing as Jackie fell against the locker

One by one they slapped her like actors
Her cries were not as loud as the laughter


Jackie confided in her Biology  teacher. 
Who told the Principal
Jackie felt like Oprah, invincible
Samantha got suspended
They all had a meeting
And she was so sure this would end it


Enter Donnie 6’3 and charming
Jumped off a White horse and
rescued her like her Savior
He told her she was beautiful
And apologized for everyone’s behavior
And you should see the locket he gave her


He lettered in track and basketball
And was headed to UCLA in the fall
He taught her to laugh again
And brought all the bullying to an end
For the first time in her life, a friend

Took him six weeks  convinced her to have sex
And kissed away the insanity
Only she didn’t see the camera 
Between the  books over the vanity


As she put her clothes back on
He told her he would always be with her
She didn’t know however
Was that everything that happened
In the last two hours
Was already on Facebook and Twitter

Ten minutes before the school bell 
The kids started laughing
And checking their cells

It was hard to believe that kids
With human parents
Could be so rude 
Until I grabbed my cell phone
Saw videos of Jackie in the nude

They saw all the bruises and cuts
Yelled run home you slut

And they laughed at her pain
But I divert again
Why am I talking about a girl
In high school
In a poem about a train


11:46 PM The train stopped at Washington station 
The driver collected his fares
And people shared current events
And engaged in Political Conversation

12:10 Jackie sat in the office
pleaded for a transfer
From the school administration

“They are going to kill me she pleaded.”

12:20  The  Vice Principal says, 
Absolutely“No more transfers. 
Running is not the answer
You have to learn how to solve them.
Ma'am maybe you are the problem..”

Jackie’s Foster mom never made the meeting
From ten feet away 
You could hear her heart beating


It took two therapist and a nurse
To stop her from crying
The Principal told her 
“You have to understand we’re trying.”
Jackie ran out the door

A mile away

The Train reached Jefferson station at 12:34
Eight passengers entered, then six more
They grabbed their packages, their Wall Street Journals
Their Prada, their  Christian Diors


12:48  Jackie stood on the Platform
Of the Train station
Trying to weigh her worth
Pressing rewind on all the hurt
Then Play In the cinema of her eyes
The Therapist, the judges voices
All the promises, all the lies

She was all alone and
She just wanted to
 Get on the train and go home


From a hundred yards away
Jackie saw her TRAIN
They exchanged glances 
Like Bogart and Bacall
Like Whitney and Costner
Like a scene from the Oscars

And all she needed was one dance

She walked onto the tracks
Refusing to look back

And the dance  was sublime
The Train put his arms around her
And promised to have her home on time

And then the music breached
The breaks of the TRAIN screeched


The driver of the train only saw the back pack
He hit the breaks as fast as he could…
He tried to react

The Hamlet book leaped from her backpack
And lay open on the edge of the track


Under the blood on the pages
An irony of the ages
As tragic as Hamlet on his final stage

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing 
That I will more willingly part withal: 
except my life, except my life, except my life.” 


Poet Michael Ellis
poetmichaelellis.com

Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Beast

Anger.
Cutting, biting, shaking.
Anger.
Itchy, burning, ripping, tearing.
Anger.
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.
Anger.
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.
Monster,
Killer, psychotic, other side.
Monster,
This monster, the one I hide.
Anger,
Always anger.
A scar,
A monster within.
This terror-fed,
Blood-thirsty beast lurking just under my skin.

Copyright © Jazmine Russell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

:Words:

I get hit, and am called names.
Everyday it is the same.

Stupid bitch, whore and slut. 
Dirty skank, worthless mutt.

I've done nothing to deserve,
The slaps and shoves that they serve.

I go up to my locker,
Up walks a popular girl. 
Somehow I've offended her. 
With my presence. 
She wants to hurl.

Than leave me alone!
I didn't ask for this. 
But your in the zone,
Wanting your boyfriends approval kiss.

I get decent grades,
I do my work. 
All you care about are parties and places to sneak and lurk.

Your pretty clothes, 
And made up face,
Convinces everyone I know,
That I'm the disgrace.

Well I'm not a disgrace.
So HA in your face.
I'm a woman who's good. 
Just like a lady should.

I don't drink. 
I don't screw. 
I don't think,
Like the populars do.

My life is solely mine. 
Your life is solely yours.
So stop trying to control mine,
While you are crashing yours.

Guess what? 
I'm not going to change.

I will still be me. 
Even after I'm beat. 
Even after I'm called lame,
And many other nasty names.

But I know that I'm sane. 
So I'm not following down,
Your reckless lane.
For you I frown.

Because,
Sticks and stones will break these bones, and your words will forever hurt me. 
Your cuts and bruises left as a memory on my body. 
But I will get through,
Because I knew,
I wouldn't be a failure like you and your crew are destined to be.

So HA in your face. 
Because your the disgrace. 
Try and save your self,
Before its too late.

Copyright © Madelyn Nichols | Year Posted 2016

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 | Year Posted 2008

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?
BANG!
Such violence rises
BANG!
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?
BANG!
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 | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Condoned Profanity

Swearing runs in the dysfunctional family,
the loud mother gets angry at her kids
and flings some items at them with animosity;
they listen and learn from her curse words.  

It's a thrill to hang out with their friends,
it's easier to fit in when nasty words 
are spewen out with rageful obscenity
and bullying others, they feel superiority.

If the disgusting language of rebellious teens
didn't offend or intimidate, it would fail them
in their expectations of being defiant thugs;
had they some morals, they would be a gem.  

It's nighttime, the April air is very mild; 
they binge and break bottles on trees,
their behavior becomes incredibly wild...
there's a fight, one of the boys bleeds.

Angie the mother of Brenda comes to his aid,
then slaps her daughter with fury in her lungs,
" It's past midnight, you should be in bed,  
not hang out with a bunch of smelly drunks! " 


Written on 5/19/2017

 


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017