For Teens Poems | Examples of For Teens Poetry

As I sit by myself in a room full of Strangers, I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of Voices, laughter and conversations ; It feels very familiar, and I can't help but wonder how soon it Will end . And again after a few...

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strength they call her fondly she's courage to some i hold her hand, let her in let her show me who i shall be i hold her hand, let her in let her guide me through the thorny scene she stayed, with regret hidden in neat folds of guilt she held grief, letting broken trust be built she held softness, she held...

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They told him, “Boys don’t cry or feel,” “Stand tall, be hard, and never kneel.” So he learned young to wear a mask, To fake the strength they dared to ask. He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw, Afraid to show a single flaw. And every tear he held inside Just made him hollow, made him hide. They praised him when he...

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I starve myself. When saying it out loud it sounds surreal, But it’s the only way I can feel. I am not worthy of food. It is not worth the weight. Fore I see myself by what I have ate. Starving is like slowing dying. Numb, and invisible to what others can see. Funny how food could be the death of me. I...

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the songs i dont play anymore the love i once had for you it just melted to the floor .. useless, absurd, what was the point? A wasted heart given to the wrong one it was like a pain felt in my joint will i ever love again? I dont know i guess thats just how how this world flow. ...

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Summer Funny Limerick Poetry Contest Tania Kitchin The heat of summer in his dad's car The son takes his date to gaze a star Lover's lane shines on so bright Two teenagers groins take flight It was Dad's Chevy's best years by far ...

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I feel all pasts, As if they were yesterday, Decades are but minutes to my minds and feels. As if I were still two-tens and five, Rather than three-tens and two. Flashbulbs pulsed to songs played when youth was not yet known as youth. Is today youth? How could it be when youth was then. I still feel me in your arms, And you...

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If life was a book, Then I would have never picked it up. I would have never kept reading. I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance. It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on. It’s a book, it’s meant to be read. It’s life, it has to be lived. If life...

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What makes a person likeable? How they look, how they dress, or maybe who they’re friends with? I think it’s about how kind they are, their willingness to be your friend. “I guess we can hang out.” “I guess we could study together.” “I guess.” “I guess." Do you...

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A Wild Heart Like Yours My daughter, my best friend, my life, my everything you’ve shown me that it’s okay to be wild at heart, to dance through life’s storms with laughter and fire in your soul. You are my mini me, not just in the mirror’s reflection but in the tilt of your chin, the sparkle in your eyes, and the fierce, unyielding spirit that says,...

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Each eyelash lifted With the leverage of purity. Wake up, Not just in the morning. Always, is the answer You’ve been searching for: OK. then, Why are you always asking? There is only one answer: Now! You are only here for this, So… Wake up! That’s all there is to it. ...

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Come on Come on At my newly opened store Om shanti om . Where I want to sell Hill of nothings That occupied almost all Space of my beautiful mind. Om shanti om Tensions and anxieties Hatred and partialities All useless thoughts That disturbs My peace...

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When we finally feel emotionally attached to someone, we tell them we LOVE them When you finally truly LOVE someone, even the smallest of their hurtful words can pierce a wound in your heart But what is LOVE? Is LOVE a feeling we only feel romantically? Is it a feeling we feel platonically? Is it a...

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I run after a shadow, not quite mine, but one I want to be. Perfect in my eyes, not so perfect in others’. Trying to change because of judgment you’d never expect. In fact, it is true people whisper and hate. But years will pass, and they will learn their own flaws are just as clear. We all chase shadows, sometimes close enough, but some dreams aren’t meant to catch and that’s how...

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Once, colours bloomed beneath my fingertips, A world alive in every waxy line. With careless joy, I painted paper ships And skies where suns and silver moons would shine. Each shade, a song of summers never gray, Of laughter loud, of barefoot, grassy trails. But now those hues have slowly slipped away, Replaced by ticking clocks and grown-up tales. The red of courage...

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