Best Teenmom Poems
At internet dating sites secrets are hidden
On his roller coaster of lies, Pam had ridden
Though she agreed to meet Joe in a public park
The sun had already set; it was growing dark
No families or lovers were strolling around
When Jim came from behind and pushed Pam to the ground
Pam went home and was afraid to tell her parents
In four months there was a change in her appearance
Pam left home and started living on the streets
Turning away from every stranger she’d meet
‘Neath neon lights on a cardboard box she lay
Night after night, visiting soup kitchens by day
In her eighth month she found a home for pregnant teens
As her mom endured the torment of fearful dreams
Time neared and Pam called home crying, “Mom, I’ve done wrong!”
Grateful mom said, “Dear, I’d have been there all along"
Lifting Pam up from the grasp of dire poverty
Her parents welcomed the newborn to their family
If she hadn’t made that call, Pam would not have known
The comfort she’d receive in her parents’ fine home
* Entry for Gwendolen’s “Mom, I’m Pregnant” contest.
According to Douglas J. Besharov with the University of Maryland’s School of Public
Policy, almost half of all families headed by women under age 18 have incomes
below the poverty line. This is almost five times the poverty rate of two-parent
families with children.
A year ago, wow that did go fast
One of my dreams, did come true at last.
Up on that stage, it wasn't a game
Did I hear right, they just called my name?
Our Melon queen, her name was Heather
Now come parades, wtih all the weather.
Some would be cold, and some would be hot
No matter what, I would speak a lot.
The tears of joy, they ran down my face
It happened quick, I felt my heart race.
I looked at mom, then glanced at my dad
So filled with pride, the grins they both had.
Dad cleaned the float, and he packed the car
Knowing we had, to drive pretty far.
Rushing around, I'd hear my mom say
"Heather come on, we've got a long way".
Waking early, and pulling the float
I can't forget, my blanket and coat.
The wind and rain, could last quite a while
I'd always wave, and give them a smile.
The teas we had, the friends that I made
This whole past year, I would never trade.
Always helping, were my mom and dad
Giving it up, I feel quite sad.
In the full view of things
people will always be harsh
People will always be stuck up
Nobody will ever try to help
Whenever I cry for someone to help
Nobody comes....
Sometimes I think I am not crying loud enough to hear
But then I relize,
They only pretend not to hear
He tells me he cares
But I know he lies
He ALWAYS lies....
No matter how hard I try
No matter what I do
He still is not satisfied
He and his frankinstine bride
Be forwarned... the tale about step mothers.... is true.
They always lie....
They think I am insane
So they send me to this person
She calls herself a consoler... haha.....
She doesn't have a clue
She lies, she knows nothing of privet thoughts, and should not be called a counsoler.
What do they know any way....
My mind is my mind
No one elses to invade
But if you're brave enough to try
Good luck getting out... well ...you could say the same
My mind is always busy
I can't remember a time when I wasn't thinking
About the past
About things I could have said or done
Or about the future I wish could be true
I don't know who to trust..... except for one........
My mom
My sweet and loveing mother
She is my everything
I love and trust her
More than I can say
I trust her I love her....
My mom knows me better than anyone I know
She knows my fears, dreams, and hopes
She loves me
She trust me
She is the one who helped me when no one would
I hate him......
The man poseing as a father
The man who was never there for me
The person I want to be the farthest away from
I am forced to live with
By a boges court
Full of hypocrits and morons
Why should they get to pick.......
They tell me where I get to go
They tell me I don't know
OH but I do
I know more than they could possibly dream of knowing
Seven years I had been hideing
Seven years I have known
He is a heartless monster
I was there.....
All they had was papers
I wasn't even aloud in the room
I had all the proff they needed
Seven years of experence
But it didn't matter
One day we will be home with our mother where we belong.
I bet you that you didnt care
about how i was doing over here
all alone on the floor drowning in life that's poor.
Confused and all by myself,
feeling that i lost all self-control.
I bet that you dont care
how my mom helped you with welfare,
trying to do whats right you burn a house
in all your shame you go to jail and
fail to show up for my birth.
I bet you don't know how it was,
to be without a dad who lost his self,
in the dark all alone he sits in a phsyco home.
Where his mom feeds him and,
tells him how she tried to see me,
after fifteen years i fell apart, trying to pick up my broken heart,
but still i bet you didn't know how it felt to be alone.