Best Teenme Poems
He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam
Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation
All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory
Smiles like his have become few and far between
I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust me I'm not that big of a fright
I am from backyard football and gymnastics
I'm sorry, I'm not really a romantic
Playing videogames and household chores
While findin' time to hang with the boys
I am from western saddles and drag racing
My dad's camaro going through it's fast paces
Wanting my own classic beauty
Just wanna be seen as groovy
I am from dark poetry and hard back books
Not really caring how everyone looks
Never caring how they see me
Because I am who I want to be
I am from darkness and not of the light
Sorry, it may seem a fright
I once had dreams that frightened me so
They wanted me dead, but i said no
I am from children of the dark
And in the night I awake with a start
Feeling unknown forces in my head
Voices that filled my being with dread
I am from misunderstanding and many wrong looks
Many people think I seem like a crook
But I am from no set label
And I don't think I will ever be able
I hate your touch and your smile.
Wicked little creature.
I hate your blue eyes and brown hair.
Sinful hate filled liar.
I hate your voice and your scent.
Rotten two-timer.
I hate you everything you do for what you did.
But we loved and touched, smiled, talked and connected physically.
You lied about our moments spend,
you can't look me in the eyes.
You lead me on and stole my youth,
but don't have the nerve to speak to me now.
I hate your beauty and your thievery;
but loved the way you made me fill.
I hate that you now do the same to another girl;
your lies blind her.
I hate the diseases you carry;
love the infection you gave.
I love you and can't let go,
hate because I’m smarter than this.
I hate this poem because I think of you with every word...
Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your skin, and your kiss.
Most of all...
I love you for the time we had.
I hate you because you don't want me now.
Now what???
The past is what haunts me.
Its what kicks me down.
Its what follows me...
I used to get bullied at school, all the time.
And i have noticed, that it is slowly coming back..
And i find myself asking "Why me?"
I find myself wondering why it is coming back...
Im thinking "Will it ever end? Or just keep coming back to haunt me?"
I cant take this anymore,
It is killing me inside.
I feel like nothing.
I feel as if i am alone.
I feel as if i have nothing.
I feel as if no one cares.
No one, no one understands.
I feel as if im living in my past.
I cant take this anymore,
Its just to much..
I want to leave..
But i cant get myself to do it..
So i shall wait..
Until the day..
That i can leave..
And leave this world happy,
Without me..
I can’t help but thinking of you.
don’t have to say a word just want to be with you,
I look at you, you make me smile.
friends think I’m crazy, all I think is WOW,
I look at you, chills run down my spine,
always thought you were beautiful and fine,
life has changed since I saw you,
which makes me want to be with you,
looking at you is more than a dream come true,
words can’t explain of how I feel about you.
You say you want me to be free,
but really you just don't want me.
Now i'm drowning in my pain,
standing in the pouring rain.
How this fell apart is such a shame.
You made this in to some game.
You were just in it because you had some thing to gain.
Your lies are driving me insane.
On scarred green corduroy couches, lined with age, sighing under my weight-
Like bearded old men, releasing ages of wearied wisdom,
Slipping in their sleep-
In rooms wreathed in smoke, wafting between breaths of laughter and exhale
And somehow beautiful, electricity in the music that shallows me out
And haunts.
I see the wooden floor, again, as you lead me, my feet moving to their own beat
Pound, pound, my heart and my shoes,
Do I know what’s happening?
And the rhythm I have is my own, but you don’t mind. Two hands grasp mine, warm with
sweat
Restraining, I have no escape, I breathe but I don’t know how.
Can I meet your eyes?
Two black holes, a vortex, pulling me into the tornado and the storm,
And the calmness in the middle, intense as it sparkles and shimmers in clarity,
Fading out cat-calls and undertones of despair.
Fading me into you, dissolving me through layers of dermis and epidermis
soaking silently through cotton and fear
A puddle on your now-closed eyelids, wrinkly in determination
smoothing out in waves of hope.
And then –you’re here, I feel
Shaky confusion, slippery thrill, wet and winsome glory
Searching, and finding -so I thought-
And sudden twists and turns
Do you know where you’re going?
And then I feel it, the smile, maybe you won’t
It grows inside of me and gives birth, to a tiny laugh
In high falsetto, notes dancing across a page
Barred inside snow-white fields, but exploding with mirthful mischief just the same.
So am I, and you may imprison me,
But I sing “in my chains like the sea”.*
*from Dylan Thomas’s “Fern Hill”
Mom , I am pregnant !
The guy I had sex with told me he loved me
But really , I was just another one of his patients !
As you stand above me
And listen to these rhymes
I know you will feel as if you wasted your time
Please mom , I know I screwed up
But please be there with me when the doctor tells me to pee in the cup
I’m scared mommy , please !
Be there with me
Through it all
I’m scared to make the call
This was the day my life began to fall
“ Baby , I’m pregnant “
“ What , its probably not mine . Can’t be “
“ Listen to me “
“ Bye , I gotta go “
Now your world is lonely and depressing
No more school , all you will be doing is stressing
These troubles are the trouble you go through as teen when you tell your mother that you
are . . . . pregnant
Fragile joy suddenly smashed,
Shock predictable attack,
Little fragments raining down,
Cutting at me deeper now,
All of you are just the same,
How much more can one heart take?
Straining underneath the lies,
One more way to make me cry,
Disappointment yet again,
Just give up and let you play,
Let me down and tear me up,
Use me 'til you've had enough,
Pass me round, then forget me,
Just the same. You'll regret me.
No-one ever stays for long.
No-one ever stays for long.
Teacher, you taught me social studies;
But you never told me what this society is like.
Teacher, you taught me mathematics;
But you never taught me how to share in life.
Teacher, you taught me Catholicism;
But not about "Judas”es who come disguised.
Teacher, you taught me zoology;
But you never told me that " *****sapiens" are wild.
Teacher, you taught me arts and crafts;
But not about living, which is also an art.
Teacher, you taught me all the sciences;
But you never told me that love comes from the deepest place of our heart.
I LEARNT BY MYSELF.....!!!!
I could sleep here if my heart would slow,
Breathing you in, savouring this embrace,
Can't help smiling wrapped in you,
I'm drawn to your eyes as I stare at your face,
You ask me what I'm looking at,
Wide mischievous eyes beam right back into mine,
Kisses erase the need for explanation,
Light fades outside as we intertwine,
This room defines you, love when
I see private toilet rolls piled up by the door,
In the kitchen, solely bread to eat
But video games in stacks on the floor,
Then you, headphones dangling from
Inside whichever casual shirt,
Either ripped or skinny jeans and
Converse improved by time and dirt,
Walk me to your flat and back,
You hold open doors and take my hand,
You don't say it, but neither do I,
Assume that we both understand,
Confused, elated, beautiful,
Feelings are overloading me,
So hold me too tight and kiss me goodbye,
And maybe you'll smother my inadequacy.
Writing this cuz theres nothing left for me to do,
I hope you know im trying to make up for all of my mistakes,
Im trying to make up for all the promises i have broke.
Im sorry for ever trying to see if we would work,
Im trying to tell you that i will leave you be if you want me to,
But know their is nothing that i would ever put above you.
Im making up for all of my mistakes,
Im trying to prove that im not the person you saw,
its never too late to show you the real me, the person you never knew.
I dont deserve to tell you i love you.
Ive done too much to you,
Im sorry for everything.
Im going to sing this song to you,
One last time,
And i hope you will understand.
Im making up for all of my mistakes,
Im trying to prove that im not the person you knew,
Its never too late for me to show you the real me, the person you never knew.
I know their is nothing that i can do to make you change your mind,
But i hope this song at least helps a little,
Im trying to make up for my mistakes,
Im trying to make up for all the promises i broke.
Im sorry for trying to see if we would ever work
I cant tell you i love you
I just hope you know,
That ill never put anything above you,
And im trying to make up for all my mistakes.
You chose to come to me and ask me out
to cheer me up when i started to pout
to be nice around me and treat me right
to be my protector and be in sight
You chose to be sneaky and ignore me
to no longer text me because it was "boring"
to act the way you acted and called me out my name
to go and cheat and run your little games
You chose that girl over me
to walk away, just up and left
to try to be my friend again once more
to try to flirt again but no
You chose those things
you got what you gotten
Now leave me alone
Because you're not wanted.
You don't know me or the life I lead.
But you make up these name's to call me.
My hair dyed pink and my jeans tight;
You look at me with discontent and hateful spite.
I don't wear American Eagle or those Ugg boots,
but that doesn't give you the right to give me dirty looks.
My body's tattooed and my music taste is weird
You can have your opinion on me:but I'll make this clear...
I am me, labels can't describe the way I live.
Labels can't tell my story,or what I can give.
People are simple and must label to understand;
and this is a message to end this plan.
Emo, Prep, Punk, Jock, Scene: this are just words.
People are living things and you can't label the world.
Write me a song or two
Make sure this melody
Is all of troubles, doubts, and fears
So, base these notes on me
Write me a narrative
Make sure your words are bold
With heart-break turned to copper wire
So you may bend my soul
Write me a special poem
Make sure these catchy rhymes
Believe in nothing but false truths
And act like love's a crime
Write me a symphony
Make sure the sweetest sounds
Are nothing of reality
So I may turn my life around