Best Teenfreedom Poems


Rough Sleeping

Nobody told me freedom was so cold,
When I tore myself away
From the uneventful warmth
Of an ordinary family …

Thrashing about me in my confusion.
Wounding anyone who cared …
The tears slashing my mother’s face
Like razor blades …

But I had to get away.
Feel the wind of freedom …
Feel the wind …
I feel it now alright …

Icy blasts, straight down the river.
Eddying round the vast bulk
Of city buildings.
Over-warm … on the inside …

But huddled here, on the outside …
No real shelter in them …
That cruel freedom wind
Sifts through my thin clothes.

I remember warm jumpers,
And coats, abandoned
In my anxiety 
To catch the wind.

But I can’t go back 
Can I? … 
To that ordinary love
Of my ordinary home.

Not now I’ve felt the wind!
But, you see,
Nobody told me
Freedom is so cold …

Freedom

We all have wants
We all have needs
But what I can say is
I want to be free
I need to be free
Be who I want to be
Nothing standing In my way
Get the girls I want
Get the car I want
Get the house I want
But they all take money
But it's not the money I want
It's the freedom to make money
The freedom to be who you want to be
And live life without limits.


But sadly, I'm stuck in a place
A place where anything can happen
A rollercoaster
Called high school
My classmates want me bashed
Bashed like a hammer on a nail
Comatose
Put to sleep like a crazy dog
Never waking up
Six feet deep
They call me retarded
But my intelligence way exceeds 70
I'm destined for big things
But all my peers expect from me
Is to fail
Fail like a hobo


I can do great things
But I have to be free
To be me
Be free

Labeling

Labeling
Goth
Punk
Prep
Whatever
 Are we soup cans or people
Do we need labels, can’t we just be
be who we want to be
Without having to worry
About what other people might think
We have the freedom to speech and press and religion
Doesn’t that also mean I have the freedom to be me
To be whatever and whoever I feel like being
Before you label someone
Why don’t you look in the mirror?
And label the only person you have the right to
The person looking right back at you


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