Adolescence Poems - Poems about Adolescence

The Perils of Adolescence

Soon after I reached adolescence,
my father gave me a brief advisory 
on the pitfalls of feminine “geography”
based on his personal experience.

Dear boy, he began, if at all possible,
keep your eyes pure and blind to all 
facets of a woman’s embodiment
in particular her two most prominent,

and unless you’re blind, I mean her breasts
more so if they

The Lamp Post

There was a lamp post, just one,
in the middle of a field at night—
no road leading to it,
no fence surrounding it,
just light standing there
like a question no one asked,
glowing for no one.

The ache in my chest opened wide
when I saw it—
a hollow, bottomless thing,
like longing without direction,
and I fell in.
I thought:
If that’s the light, then

Crayon Box Dreams

Once, colours bloomed beneath my fingertips,
A world alive in every waxy line.
With careless joy, I painted paper ships
And skies where suns and silver moons would shine.

Each shade, a song of summers never gray,
Of laughter loud, of barefoot, grassy trails.
But now those hues have slowly slipped away,
Replaced by ticking clocks and grown-up tales.

The red of courage

Bruises of Unknown Origin

It was the first time
I heard the dove’s low call—
three minor notes 
stretched thin across
a motionless prairie 
on a shimmering hot afternoon,
the kind where even shadows
try not to move.

I felt like I should be
in mourning too—
but for what, I didn’t know
or had forgotten.
Black Cats and Roman candles
found no customers that day,
just heat, and a solitary

Things I Almost Understood

A soggy teddy bear
lay on the shoulder of the highway—
head twisted, limbs askew,
its damp fur clinging to gravel
and its sightless eyes beseeching heaven.
I watched from the backseat,
wondering if it was dropped in sorrow
or thrown in rage,
or left behind after something
that didn’t leave anything else.

Two women in white nightgowns
ran across their front lawn
on a frosty full

Prolonged Adolescence

bursts of laughter
in the playground
where the inner child
of grandparents on a high
ignores age restrictions 

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Sour Drinks

She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
Her crown, heavy with my wasted want.
Never knows best, a fault of design.

Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine,
A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.

The arson of anger will never confine,
For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt
Never knows best, a

Notes App Poetry

Notes app poetry
Easy to write at 3 AM in bed
With a bowl of Cheetos balancing on my stomach 

Notes app poetry
Harder to convey 
And say 
Your juvenile heartbreak 
In a way that lets others respect 
Your words and your rhymes 

Notes app poetry 
Fun to write 
But never fun to publish 
Do you want people

Love, Do I Know You?

Love, do I know you? 
Then why can't I recollect
A single time I dared to say
I loved someone
With no trace of my family in them?
Sometimes, drowning 
In the rabbithole,
I'd wonder, and then realise
I'd never admitted to myself,
That I too had my dose
Of crushes and elusive love,
The usual spice of adolescence. 

I Look Back Fondly at my Adolescence

I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And come into our “own right”.

I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute.
People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an
ogre,

- Adolescence -

   My tender youth
   Untouched and fragile
   Unfazed by the ticking of time

   Challenges
   Behavior and rules
   Eventful and demanding
   Thoughts and reflections
   Milking the cows in the barn
   five o'clock in the morning
   before

Beauty

We are taught not to like ourselves,
from a young age
it is a shame to know you are beautiful,
yet beauty is in everyone,
why can't we see that,
see our worth,
without seeking validation from others.
one day you will shout it from the rooftops
you are beautiful.
after years of not feeling worthy,
you will realise you are.

When a Boy Becomes a Man

One day, the boy becomes a man
When it happens he hardly knows,
It seems to have been a noble plan
Some say that’s just how it goes.
For oft he’d heard, “Boy, grow up!”
Followed by this, “Act like a man!”
First, he noticed a strange hiccup
Then, he sounded like a frogman.
He outgrew all of his favorite jeans.
They said he

Adolescence

I am wiping every tear of my younger self in this reality 
She cries near my window every night 
I bring makeup wipes for her because her mascara always ran 
I bring water for her because I know she's been chugging energy drinks to stay awake because of what's been happening at home
I bring our

Virgin

I emerged from the chrysalis 
of childhood and adolescence 
birthed once again 
into this world a woman
beaten, battered, and sore
cold and confused
Nothing was at all what I’d been led to believe
that I’d been promised by people in the past
who would say with confidence 
with wits like mine I’d go far
Colors faded from the resplendent hues

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