Best Teens Poems
Secretly, I watch the neighbors,
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again;
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down,
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house,
leaving me alone,
to spy on the neighbors.
Date: 8/28/2018 What the Hell Throw One In John Lawless, Sponsor
You’re all in charge of authoring a story
Of love and humor, suspense and glory
You’re writing starts with your very first thought
And doesn’t end til your life is naught.
Know, My Dears, these books; your own
There are no cowriters; authors unknown
Flip those pages and make your quills dance
Miss no opportunities, take a chance
If somewhere in those thick tomes of yours
You have questions “whys and what fors?”
Do not ponder and then overthink
For there’s no such thing as permanent ink
There will be some tearstained pages
Most likely in your middle ages
There will be words you’d like to forget
Or phrases in which you may regret
But when it reaches the golden stage
The best of the story in a later page
Grab a pencil and throw some sparks
And don’t be afraid of eraser marks
Then once it’s written and you do find
There was a time of hurt when life’s unkind
Go ahead and toss out awful chapters
Because Momma loves Happily Ever Afters
What is this feeling
This feeling deep down in my soul
Eating away at me
Threatening to tear away my flesh
And unmask me as someone completely different
Than who I pretend to be
When you’re constantly worried
About being exposed
As someone who you think no one will like
You can’t focus on who you really are
Life is no fun
When you are not letting your true self out
If you constantly hold yourself back
Hiding from the world
Pretending to be tough
Pretending to be a person
Who is not bothered by their words
So let your hair down
Be the person you want to be
Who cares if they don’t like you
You are worthy of their love
If they can’t see that
They’re blind
Let yourself cry
Let yourself feel the feelings that you always denied
Let yourself be who you want to be
Don’t be the person you think they will like
Be the person you will like
He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the water falling,
no one heard his voice
except the dealers he was calling.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
MY AGE
My age is nothing but a number, nothing but a slumber that I can’t wake from, this is what I’ve done. I’ve looked around and found that the matter of the fact is life isn’t what it’s supposed to be for me.
The average teenager spends most of their lifetime looking at their phones and when it’s time to learn something new their minds have already grown. Absorbing every single thing that they are sold, having a twelve year old’s body and the mind of a twenty one year old.
Social media doesn’t help the situation, it only changes how the different problems are situated. It has stolen complete sentences and created abbreviations, shortcuts of a language used by my generation. You could be laughing out loud when in reality you’re crying, saying TBH to be honest when in actual fact you’re actually lying.
And to that you can’t say anything because if LIFE was abbreviated it would stand for Living In Fear of Everything.
This is what I go through, in addition the music industry has had a major breakthrough. It has managed to be more influential promoting sex, drugs and slurs that are racial. “Making money moves” is about dancing on a pole, “Smoke weed everyday” is the daily intake of dope and this is said all while mentioning the one African American slave term that we all know. My nig-...I can’t say it though. So why do you. You have no idea who that affects. Sometimes we need to learn to be more politically correct.
They say that euphoria is just around the corner, behind the school building in a midst of vape. These are the lies they create, saying everything is ok. Just inhale it once and you’ll be done. I’m sorry, you can call me a loner but don’t mistake me for a stoner. One shot, two shots, three shots, four, hard. Call me antisocial but I’ve never drank before and I’m not about to start.
Society is full of influences, temptations and choices. However people like me always end up being voiceless. They think we’re too young to have any serious issues, that’s just another excuse for not wanting to accept the truth. You choose to change the subject to something totally unrelated, “We don’t have many problems?” well isn’t that an understatement?
You say that it will change, you say it’s just a phase, you say it’s another page in my story, no, this stage, right here...
This is MY AGE!
"She's the Go Go Go Girl"
She’s the Go Go Go Girl
Livin' in the mo’
Likes to put on a show
Just for a li'l while
make you laugh and smile
Just for a li'l while
Her mumma’s sayin'
whatcha' doin' li'l sista?
Keep dancin’ like that
in your twister skirt,
you’re gonna get yourself
a true blister mister!
Forget the Twerk.
She's the Go Go Go Girl
She's got places to go
and seeds to sew,
The Go Go Go Girl.
She's livin' in the mo'.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
for Georgia, Love your Mother.
"What is Life"/George Harrison
https://youtu.be/h-DMM61ZAvk
The first time she kissed me was the day when I realized that I was in love
When her lips met mine, my heart exploded so did my mind
It was as if the heavens and the Earth had combine,
There were many people and many sounds but I could only hear one
The voice of her heart, with every beat taking my name and only mine
Her arms were giving me embrace and there I noticed the beauty of her face
Her lips red as a sunset, her face white as a dove, that was the day I fell in love
22 June 2018
A fictional poem
For the contest" seven lines of Romantic Heaven"
Sponsor " Silent one "
F Friends have each other’s backs
R Real friends build each other up
I I escape in my friend’s problems
E Enthusiastic together and on the phone
N No is okay, between friends.
D Doing things together feels good.
S Silence is okay
H Have each other’s backs
I I need lots of them, and they rally for me.
P Puts your attention outside yourself
Friends..
Take us just as we are;
The rough and the smooth.
Accepted and loved.
With nothing to prove.
Friends..
Need us too;
Or that's what we hope.
Ask yourself this:
Are you sick, phat or dope?
Friends..
Gather together in twos, threes or fours.
Uplifting each other.
House and hearts;
Open doors.
Friends..
Share the mountainous journey,
the struggles, the views.
Friends are honest and patient.
All colours.
All hues.
Friends..
Whoever they are, whatever they're like;
Be they short, wide or lanky,
called Steph, Steve or Mike..
We should give as we take
and be present, for sure..
..as our friends are forever.
And maybe.. some more.
Desperate.. how can you be with someone and not love them. Desperate.. your heart is empty. Are you lonely? Desperate.. is it true? A shallow word? An empty meaning? Desperate..Desperate..Desperate, is it a rumor, the spread of words that ruin lifes. Am i invisable? I'm here. Standing in front of you. Maybe my glasses are blocking your view. I can change.. I'm not desperate. I'm in love, but then again what is love? An empty word. An empty meaning.. A rumor?
a poem by LeannW.Brown
You love him, you want him
He doesn’t want you
You’ve had no one for so long
just the person that you knew
He’s stuck in your head
Glued to your mind
Friends say forget him
There’s new guys to find
The loyalty shown,
You never did cheat,
His love was enough
For you to retreat
You thought you were comfortable
the relationship shared
Was so pure with love
That you wasn’t aware
The evil, the nasty
He was drifting from you
The sweet caring person, that you thought that you knew
Was gone, what was left?
Just a stranger behind
His love had run out, the truth could not hide
You try to move on,
but there’s no way you could
You feel nothing but empty
where true love once stood.
By Rosie Hill
A tempest rages deep within
A storm brews in my soul
Outside conflict seeping in
And stirring in my bowl
So many things that I expect
And never seem to gain
I try to stand back and reflect
But I'm clouded by the pain
A simple task that I request
Be done when I get home
Is crumpled up and trampled on
Then tossed before my throne
To me it's like a mockery
I'm talking to the wall
Why is it so hard to do
The things I ask you all
An hour a day is all you need
To get these things in line
An hour a day then you can play
And everything is fine
Cold and tired, I come home late
And not a thing has moved
No-one raised a finger here
To see if I'd approve
Why is it so much to ask
For help along the way
I know that all inside this house
Can hear the words I say
When e're I leave before the dawn
To toil in the sun
I hope that this might be the day
When all the chores are done
Maybe just an hour more
Is all the time they need
I give it then I come back home
To find they paid no heed
A tempest rages deep within
The confines of my soul
Thank God I have the poetry
To keep me in control
Rockman
Even though those days have passed, I still find that writing is the best way to vent
feelings.
theres two types of gangs to join
you dont have to flip a coin
to know which one that you need
once gets you in trouble
the other helps you succeed
the gang at school is called a club
it keeps you off the streets and drugs
so do what i did and be strong
by choosing right clubs, and not wrong
like the smoking council where i taught
kids what would happen if they thought
cigarettes made you look cool
smoking them with friends at school
the newspaper was hard but fun
we couldnt leave till it was done
making sure that every story
was interesting and not boring
the chess club was a real treat
my competition was so neat
against a boy that was not grinning
when i called out check mate from winning
Today's children text on cell phones,
instruments of incalculable knowledge.
And yet, most have never seen a starry sky,
flickering fireflies, pheasants in flight;
or a cocky rooster strut about.
Their reality consists of emojis,
designed to feed social media's insatiable appetite.
Today's children have never seen a cow or a plowed field;
they buy their vegetables, meat, and milk prepackaged
off the shelves of grocery stores;
having never been on a farm.
They spend all their time surfing the internet,
addicted to their iphones and computer screens;
soliciting likes from fictitious fickle friends.
Today's children air-kiss, hoping to go viral;
quantity trumps quality when you number your friends.
And even if a few friendships are genuine,
they'll unlikely ever meet in the flesh.
Eye contact and handshakes are so blasé
they've been relegated to the distant past;
inside alternate realities, today's children live in isolation.
I can't leave you in you're pain
Can't we just start it all again?
I promise I'll be wise this time
I'll keep it in mind that you ain't mine
Because the most important thing for me is for you to shine
This time I won't say things i shouldn't have
This time i know that 'You & Me' i couldn't have
This time i will be a good kid
I won't start liking you, in my heart won't plant the wrong seed
This time will make sure that our friendship will last forever
This time i will not act stupid but clever
Yeah i know , this time our conversations won't have that flavour
But its ok , atleast I'll be able to see, hear and talk to you
Atleast i will be able to run and walk to you
Atleast i won't have to look around when i see you
Atleast my eyes won't be wet after you're gone
Atleast i could focus all along
Loosing you was my biggest fear
Now life have become blur and unclear
When I look around, you aint there
I remember I had promised that I'd Never leave
This time don't ask for that promise, i won't even give
This time I swear I will be a good kid
But i guess we can't change things like we want to
In this life, you by my side is all i need
Just Because I can't see it
Does it mean it isn't there? Your love
Leaving me broke in midway
Is it fair?