Best Teenager Poems
Society Killed The Teenager
So you want to be a princess, and save the prince yourself?
Or take steps on the moon?
Can’t you see I won’t let you do that?
I’m worse than even your parents, you see, I’m society!
Ever play with toys that are meant for boys?
The other kids laughed at you?
You’re a girl, get away from action figures! I’ll train you to be who I want you to be. I’m society.
Kiss a girl, kiss a boy, who do you want to be?
I’ve told you before; you’re a girl not a boy,
Learn to be who you should be.
Listen to you? No, listen to me, I’m society!
Everyone says to be yourself, but they
Don’t actually mean it.
The truth of the matter is
He’s not a boy, and he can’t become one.
Everyone listen to me!
Teenager, teenager, who are you?
Everyone tells me, you’re…
Expecting!
Not again, girl, did you listen to me?
Abort this mission? No, you’re Church screams pro life!
Get rid of it, keep it, it should be your choice,
Everyone has a different advice, but listen to me and only me.
Really, this was easy, you see. They listen to me, and I tell them, who I want them to be.
I’m society.
He saw me, it was ‘love’ at first sight
sadly for him it was just love for the night
I’m flattered by your strategic skills
but after the bedroom thrills
I’m gone out of sight
You thought You had me
but i went and changed my mind
Your left without me
you didn’t even put up a fight
I hardly care, Im left here still
after the bedroom thrills
I ran out of your life
By Rosie Hill
My head is held high
Despite what I'm going thru
I won't cry
Because it doesn't solve anything
I like to look at life
And say things will get better
Like to tell myself
That I can face the stormy weather
I know that God has my back
And my smile will soon return
Wondering is anyone listening
And does anybody know who I really am
A lot of people would say
She just another teenager
But come to find out
That things are quite different
Despite my situation
I laugh and not cry
My head is held high
My God only know why
I sat awake at night
Crying silent tears
And just why I have so many fears
And he comforts me in the midst
God I love you
And through this I say
I trust you through my circumstance
Im sitting and falling
Im dancing and crawling
im upside down right side up
im parched with a full cup
im perfectly confused
happily unamused
I enoy the sunny night
as i curse the dark light
To you my words appear wrong
but what you do not know is this my life's song
Form:
There she stood
AS stiff as wood
At the end of the street
Not saying a peep
Looking at the sky
Trying not to cry
Time flying by
Shes trying to live her life
But its cutting deep
Worse than a knife
Form:
Encased in your arms, sheath of heart around me
Soliticious expression sigh in my ear
Fingers rolling through my hairs
A splatter of rain calling out lovers
The Chime of the clock desired to while away the time
Gravity pulled upon me, A Minute shape became a piece
Longing to be held in your arms, praying for eternity.
The paramedic lent down, ignoring the noise,
The commotion and the screams.
He was focused on just one thing, her in the driver’s seat,
He ignored the other teens.
The lights and sirens, the urgency,
He sat quietly by her on the stretchered ambulance bed.
He gently prised her fingers off her phone,
And this is what it said.
“Hey babe, can’t wait to see you,
I’m driving all of us to your place now, my little boo.
I….” The paramedic finished her words with a tear
Knowing she no longer could “… love you.”
On the day darkened by the thick clouds
I traveled aimlessly a round the ugly town
There in corridor beneath the lonely street
A boy seeming dead lay silently and straight
Among the tins, papers and old boxes
I moved my hand upon his patched rags
And folks passing- by sneered at me standing there
Mourning over such they took for thugs
When in the end i decided to go
The boy rose silently and clang to my feet
“listen to my story, a cry of my soul”
He said in the voice that rose and fell
“Why in the world should one pretend
To be molding rules he really can’t a mend
You and he and she all know
People like us only God knows!
Dead or livin’ sick or cold
The nightly creatures know it ll
And what have we to eat who cares at all
All they sing, peace for all
And who care if we too got dreams,
All they say reach your goals
And here we freeze each night that falls
And there they say God for all
Love your neighbor s you love your soul
A mocking statement to the living souls”
Well, like everyone else I wake up. Only I don’t want to because, well, because I know the challenges ahead for me. Or at least I think I do, and I always, Always! Blow those challenges way out of proportion. I just can’t help it. What if I burn myself cooking breakfast? What if my car crashes on the way to school? What if I have a pop quiz? What if I fail that quiz? What if? What if! It runs through my head twenty four seven and those questions, the voices just won’t shut up!
So, after I wake up I lay in my bed, bound there for hours. Mind you I woke up two hours before I needed to because my mind didn't want me to be late. So I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, maybe I should get up. Now…...Now! But of course I wait until I have thirty minutes to get ready to break from my prison of a bed room. Now it’s a rush to do my make up so I don’t look like crap, do my hair because every single strand MUST be straight. Pull on my sweater, pants, shoes, I don’t have time to eat I need to go, I’ll be late, and if I’m late I’ll drop out of school, and I won’t have a good life, I’ll be a hobo living on the streets, so skip breakfast, grab my bag and get out to the car, wait for mom to come drive me.
Now I’m at school. The day is just getting started for most, but I've been awake for hours and no one notices how very tired I am and how much my body is telling me to give up and sleep. But I can’t I have to get these grades up. Always worrying about what grades I’m getting on this paper and that assignment. Walking as fast as I can to each class so I’m not late. At lunch I socialize but I don’t eat, I’m too busy worrying about home life, dad’s sick, mom’s stressed, the puppy, the animals, my room, I have to clean the house, but what if I can’t get it done.
Form:
Michael Brown's mother and family have my condolences, but the media CNN
etc. have painted him to be this innocent 18 year old that did nothing wrong, 10
minutes before he was stopped and questioned by Officer Wilson he performed a
strong arm robbery of a store taking $60.00 worth of cigars, when the clerk tried to
to stop him Brown shoved him into a display stand, and when the clerk tried to follow
him out the door Brown turned and lunged at the clerk daring him to stop him.
Officer Wilson's side of the story through a friend was that Brown resisted arrest and
when he followed after Brown when he tried to run was that Brown turned and said
you aren't going to shoot me, and then he bum-rushed Wilson! Now, I'm not saying
that I know exactly what happened in Brown's confrontation with Wilson, but the
store robbery doesn't paint a picture of an innocent teenager, also, an 18 year old is
an adult by law!
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
I asked a teenager
"what do you want to be
when you get older"
The Teenager replied
"I want to be a mai·tre d'
and own my own restaurant"
"Have you got a plan"
"No" he replied.
"To succeed you need a plan"
"To be the mai·tre d'"
"you need to study Hospitality"
"To gain the skills required"
"To own your own restaurant"
"you need to find a job and then"
"you need to learn to save"
"You can do it"
"People have done it"
"success takes a lot of hard work"
To go out with friends
Without having a care in the world
To find people
who just get me
And accept me the way I am
To be good at a sport
And to be known
To do well in school
Yet not be “too nerdy”
To be pretty
Without being accused of
Seeking attention
To popular
But not obnoxious
To be in love
Without falling into the trap
Of he loves me,
He loves me not,
And wondering everyday
If I am worthy of your love
Without worrying everyday
If today will be the day
You find someone else
and leave
I want to be a normal teenager
Because soon
It will be this time
That I grieve
Instead
I crawl out of bed everyday
Wondering if I am good enough
For any of this
Pretty enough to go
Out with friends and to
Not have a care in
The world-
And just be myself
Social enough
To be accepted
By a group of people
The way I am
Fast enough
For my name to be
Known in my sport
No-
Just to be
Average
at my sport
To be smart enough
To do well in school
And even have a future
To be cool enough
For people to want
To be around me
To be beautiful
Without having to
Put pounds of
Makeup
Everyday
Making-up
A false reality
Of the person I
Would die
To morph into
Just to be good enough
For someone to love me
Without them wanting to leave.
Even though
I am living
As a teen,
My teenage experience
Is something
I grieve.
Remembering the loving days of my youth
Love was on my mind 24/7
Every pretty girl that passed me by
Was more gorgeous that the one before
Guess what? It's still true today!
Age has no bearing
I am considered very old by most standards
But I still feel like a teenager at heart
It never leaves us, this attraction
The yearning for love, sweet love
When I was a young man
The thought of my parents making love
Was a totally foreign concept to me
It must have happened
Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this
But somehow it seems inconceivable
No! Mom and Dad? No! EEEEWWWW!
Strange how we *****sapiens have evolved
The no holds barred topics of today
Can totally astound me
Topics that were never talked about ever back then
Topics that would have been considered pornographic
Are now talked about freely
In everyday conservation
Don't know about you guys
But I preferred it the way it was back then
© Jack Ellison 2014