Adolescents Poems | Examples

Banned Book Club VI

Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s  often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his  life
Chapters are a collection, four acts 
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life 
Two letters appear alongside 
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying,  racialized   
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized  
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth 
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood

take my words

Take my words
Gently
As a thorn-crested rose
Beauty
Shielded by doubt
Shivering
In its self-ness
Caress my words
As infants
Seeking
Sustenance
Toddlers
Tumbling
Over one another
Adolescents
Unsure
of their meaning
Challenge my words
That they
May be honed
Matured
Aged
In the silent cellars
Of poetry

The Often Awkward Nature of a Kiss

You will just have to teach yourself
one poor female victim at a time
for kissing is a dangerous occupation
for adolescents and virgins.

Angles and shapes have to be factored in
at lightning speed
before the plunge is undertaken.

The neck must be adjusted to height and
the trajectory of the pursed lips meet
as a natural occurrence
like two butterfly wings
brushing each other in flight.
On first dates
short-sighted rhino clashes
must be avoided at all cost.

Noses and teeth
will always get in the way somehow
just a fact.

In time, with much trial and error
the young will get the hang of it
and it's rather nice
in an often sloppy sort of way.

Eventually tongues are employed
in strange animalistic tasks
that they were never designed for
but in the heat of the moment
eating is often mistaken for kissing.

Go forth confidently then
you young men, but always remember
"though a kiss might be gentle
and oh so elemental
diamonds are a girl's best friend."

Just Another Average Christmas

Just Another Average Christmas

Just another average Christmas, not especially good nor bad,
When everyone says dinner was the best they’ve ever had.
When Mother works her fingers off with no respite nor leisure,
But keeps her best face forward and pretends it’s all a pleasure.

Just another average Christmas, when kids reject their presents,
When parents wonder why they tolerate their adolescents.
When grandparents sit smugly, watching as their offspring suffer,
Reminding them that Christmas always used to be much tougher.

Just another average Christmas, a day when booze flows freely,
When those in party games would rather watch the telly, really.
When Granny loves her pot-plant, and Granddad loathes his socks,
And speculation reigns about what’s in that extra box.

Just another average Christmas, not especially bad nor good,
When everyone feels ill from forcing down the excess food.
When kids go play their X-Box games, whilst Dad pulls on his sweater,
And vainly hopes that next year’s Christmas Day will be much better.

Do Murders Seem Senseless

Violent offenders released without bail
  a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails

Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night
  then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights

Movies at theatres feature a killing a minute
  Hollywood's culture of death implicated in it

Crude rap songs glorify every nasty habit imaginable
  blare from sidewalks and streets uninhabitable

Guns so easy to score on the meanest of streets
  adolescents own more than the cops on the beat

Single mothers on drugs, absent fathers in jail
  young kids left untended, what do 'values' avail

Do murders seem senseless ~ They're so often not
  They happen for good reason in the society we've got

Healthier Questions

What is my great anticipation,
active hope,
passion,
at this time
in my compassionate life,
in this EarthTribe
sacred place?

Perhaps nothing more,
nothing less,
than to discover
and daily rediscover
neighbors
leaders
teachers
parents
adolescents
children
asking this same health and safety question
in this same integral
and beautiful
nonviolent communicating Way.

What is our great anticipation,
active healthy hope,
wealthy passion
at this time
in our co-passionate lives
and livelihoods
on this EarthTribe sacred planet?

Hopscotch Innocence

There are children, O so sweet,
Playing hopscotch in the street,
Figures of worth and substance,
Priceless gems of innocence.

Playing is their daytime work,
Chores they must not ever shirk,
Reads to build literacy,
Studies that steer legacy.

Should be sheltered from fear,
That causes bad nightmares so drear,
Little minds struggling hard to find,
Resolves to doubts  in their minds.

Pressures amongst their age peers,
Adolescents their weights bear,
Fortunate those in good care,
Love and security there.

Minds exposed to much info,
The good, bad, and ugly flow,
Through the air at speed of light,
Tempting young mind’s appetite.     

May they last the thick and thin,
As the ages before them,
But leave stronger social spheres,
Than the present loose veneers.

Remember the Emperor

Remember the emperor 

In Japan, especially in Tokyo, people are a strange mix of efficiency.
Young people are adolescents until they are forty living in an aspic
of western pop culture that does not exist anymore; when their parents die
they either grow up or become recluses unable to cope with the world.
The older generation did well and there are many of them like shingles
in the emperor’s driveway. 
Japan had a meltdown 12 years ago which was good for the country
people have less haste and go to karaoke cafes once a week singing
 a sentimental song about lonely cowboys.
I was in Nagasaki once, just as Nippon was rising on the financial firmament
but got too close to the sun.
I was amazed how quickly the scars of the nuclear had physically healed
but mentally, there must be a corner in their psyche
that can´t forget and will find revenge one day in the land of the rising sun.

One Liners

“Hair today, gone tomorrow” an old expression
Another is “Never to late to make a first impression”
Old sayings you hear
While having a beer
With a bunch of buddies and acting like adolescents

The Good Old Days

Twirling around the glossy smooth floor
Racing with friends on roller-skates
Tossing my hair as I glide across the room
Feeling so certain that this is my destiny

Weaving through the crowd lithely, swiftly
Smiling at everyone, my heart filled with laughter
Lighting the entire room with the heartfelt joy
Discovered in this place where I owned elation

Bending and looping through the noisy rink
Listening to the tender voice of Bob Segar or
Possibly, AC/DC – Lynyrd Skynyrd or some
Other rock n’ roll group who teens revered

Whirling through the gathering of adolescents
My heart was filled with hope that I would find
The chosen one, the boy who I was sure of
A dream of mine, who read all those love stories

Twisting and turning to the sound of Meatloaf’s voice
My heart raced with delight when I saw him smiling
The one I knew would be for me, forever and always
Going down in history… nowadays, I kiss him each morning!







The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
January 9, 2021

An Estampie For Would Be Lovers

Ah, those isolated places where once
cars and bodies huddled together,
the “lovers’ lanes”, in which
submarine races were observed
with no winners posted,
“to score”, an abashed innuendo 
of conquest and shame.
These secluded spots.
grass trampled down by
blankets and cars,
where sexuality was explored,
car windows fogged over
by the breath of its occupants,
shaky adolescent hands
fumbling with buttons and catches,
a stroke here, a grope there,
an indignant slap leaving its mark
across the cheek of the offending,
and the hickey, the mark of Cain,
adorning the neck of the willing.

Only overgrown grasses now
huddle together with overgrown weeds,
hiding from sight these lots
these lots vacant of humanity
and near occasions of sin.
A pandemic plucks the blossoms
off of young adolescent love.
Social distancing causing
near occasions of sin, 
minor and major, 
literally out of reach.
The facial mask, the chastity
belt for the lips, thwarting
even the most chaste of kisses.
The buildup of hormones threaten
to burst adolescents asunder.
Confessionals as empty as
hospital maternity wards,
I fear for the propagation
Of the human race.

Prey

All children of a lesser god,
    Someone somewhere has spared the rod.
    Disobedience led astray
    Where iconoclast await to prey.
    Apocryphal the unaware,
    Their secrets juveniles don't share.
    Subversive action that relies,
    On innocence through child like eyes.
    A fountain of all knowledge, yet
    Corruption roams the internet.
    Projecting images and sound,
    Leaves immaturity spellbound.
    And adolescents with stupidity,
    Lured into vile iniquity.
    Recriminations, who is to blame?
    Those children taught to kill and maim,
    Or radicals, wherever from,
    Who leave misfits to plant the bomb.

    4 / 9 / 2020.

A Salute To Good Children

A Salute to Good Children in Classroms

Ususally, they are quiet and unassuming.
They contribute by their glowing humility!
And verily, are lessons for us all.
On how to be!

They don't act out as class clowns.
And~ have no need to be big bullies.
Here they come to your class.
Well kept, loving and most unassuming.

When the class goes berserk,
They ask, "Is there anything I can do?"
These are the children, who will clean
Your erasers and boards for you.

But sadly, we don't hear about them
On the breaking news media!
Only gang-bangers, killers and sex abusers.
These all get fourth estate attention.

Thus we, in our ignorance, believe the world
is falling apart!
When in reality, nations are filled with many
children of very good hearts!

Dedicated to my grandson..I love you.


Panagiota is a retired teacher from both the
Chicago Public Schools and the San Francisco
Unified School District.
Her paper, "The Classroom of the Now" was
used in Tinley Park Mental Health Center for an 
Adolescents at Risk Program.

July 24, 2019
3pm PST

Integrity

By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/

Spending oftentimes with friends at the campus
There the lives of young minds may stay
And always stay with literacy and numeracy
That they share words and unveil the truth.

Learning things with the help of their facilitators and friends
An activity for collaboration, the mentor says
A half-baked output can even show an accomplishment
And the conscious adolescents may act with honesty.

Sketching colored shapes in line with black and white,
As they end up assigned tasks-moving from left to right,
And the sightless pens claim of such hypothesis and metaphor,
Might lead them to wit all these and claim pretty lies.

Asking question on how do young minds learn
That they might comprehend deception and nod nude acceptance,
What the school needs are students with genuine hearts,
And do things right then, dwell a life with integrity.

Death Is Not the End of It All

For he has touched your perfect body with his mind
songs we used to sing when we were very young all undone
yet the future seems brighter as it is in the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Weep when I'm gone if you must
But know it is true if you trust
Death isn't the end of the story
It's just the beginning of glory
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.




No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.




For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me. 
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.




It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.




It tells of my youth and boyish ways, my adolescents and my young mans dreams.




It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.




So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

• Short Adolescents Poems
• Famous Adolescents Poems
• Best Adolescents Poems
• Read Adolescents Poems
• Long Adolescents Poems
• Adolescents Quotes