Adolescent Poems - Poems about Adolescent

I keep thinking about this summer—about starting a new school—and as soon as I do, I find myself internally monologuing and getting all high-schooly. It’s hoot, I know, but I can’t seem to help it. ‘You know,’ I think, as I’m eyeing myself in the bathroom mirror, ‘I’ll just turn up, looking good, feeling confident about...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man, who crossed his sixty fifth year young threshold on January thirteenth 2024, nevertheless despite rancor from the missus who frowns...

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~Truant loyal adolescent boy walks the path of loyal while carrying a can of worms nestle upon the shore of the country pond He places his fish hook in the water country boy gone to a pond of fish school 12/11/23 Written...

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Anticipation nights spent alone miming our conversation just in case you phone declare fathomless devotion no reason to postpone claim this heart's commotion let your love be known ...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent, I consider myself analogously buttressed, cocooned, garrisoned (for bing keeler), hardened, insulated, where cell baited jumping frog o' Montgomery County ne'er went leaving larvae stage, now no divine providential power can assuage, yours truly metaphorically locked within invisible iron bound cage every occasion to...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive...

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Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive for eternity few and far between instances found me acting,...

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timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold worst case scenario would witness Matthew Scott Harris spending longevity old and feeble minded at 324 Level Road outliving parents, pets (comprising inordinate number of dust bunnies) and siblings (an older and younger sister), the latter whose globetrotting exploits I envied, nevertheless outlived anyone polled even...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent... petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent I consider myself analogously buttressed, cocooned, garrisoned, hardened, insulated, where cell baited jumping frog o' Montgomery County ne'er went leaving larvae stage, now no divine providential power can assuage, yours truly metaphorically locked within invisible iron bound cage every occasion to shower validates steep wage permanently doled out, yet tis futile to rage against this human machine i.e. body dielectric...

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Dear Edward, Grow out your wings first before you flap them, little bird. Your wings aren't strong enough to fly just yet; keep your feet firmly planted on the ground, for now. Keep the wheels of your dreams spinning; it will pay dividends in the future. Keep burning that midnight oil to make every dream of yours a reality,...

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Adolescent Happiness and joy, smiles and giggles Crayons and markers, colorful pictures Swing set and slide, playground wonder Kisses and hugs, bedtime rituals Sadness and confusion, go away Somber and distance, I'm okay Closed door and isolation, stay away Mommy and Daddy, help me through Kisses and hugs, I still love you Push and shove, hold me tight Darkness and despair, I see the light Happiness...

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I may act like a quixotic adolescent, But at least I’m not a depressant....

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There are so many beautiful teenagers that laugh and joke and make you feel bad about yourself. And we know, okay, we’re sorry. We’re just so confused about why it’s so easy to push someone down when we’re already on the ground. Please empathize with us when we are home alone and admit to ourselves: Every exhale feels like a scream for help. But we puff out...

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Carefree days and endless nights Great surprises and delights Dreaming of my future goals And what story will told Watching stars on favorite shows Wishing that I had a role Reading books on faraway lands And envisioning my plans What would my destiny entail Will my fortune be derailed Will I achieve enormous heights Will my visions work out right Will I live in exotic places And hob-nob...

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Headline: "Bieber jailed." And you tell me there's a God? I won't sleep. Will you?...

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