Teen Introspection Poems

Changed past Lo, twas an low estate
A mark posted on my slate
Ebb of no esteem
Young fascinating dreams 

Of being married only a late teen of...

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I was a negative teen, not depressed -
My diary declared I was.
A complainer indeed, no one stopped me;
Only a sociology teacher
gave me some definitions to...

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In a breeze of timid whispers 
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened 
to where true depth of feeling lies.

With each step, stories...

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Would I be disappointed though
If this didn’t lead to more?
Four years of waiting
And all we have is idle conversation.
Two people who changed so much
That they’re...

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Two roads diverged- my late teen years;
I wasn't meant to travel both.
Alone I stood, eyes filled with tears
and looked down first, with hopes, yet fears-
not...

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I pound the pillow, curse the clock and mock injunctions to rest.

The sun finally rises and its rays slantwise fall through the curtains as I...

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It's hard to feel like
your growing up when you're moored
- sheltering at home.

I am patiently
waiting to take the helm of my
life's navigation.

My life, so far,...

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I had to learn to be still - it was a hard discipline, for me.
Impatience is my curse, it’s the underbrush fuel of my anger.
Unanswered...

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Simple is exact - uncomplicated, 
with power to relax the unmotivated.
Silence, except a counting clock
where time’s passing is illustrated.

Simple is enough, and it awaits
me in...

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I have an aunt out in Cali,
we used to visit every year,
she had a yoga studio,
and my grandmother used to cheer

how she was a ‘modern...

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when I was a child I used to wonder
when I was a teen I used to lust
when I was an adult I used to love
Now...

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Just for tonight
Let me be on my own.

No looks of
"Are you alright?"
I need my time.

Space is a dear friend.
I rely on their presence.
It's like a...

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it's always been a mystery 
why i am so moved day or night 
at the sound of native drumming 
when loudly my heart thumps in...

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Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome

Watter wekker skrik sy...

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How unparticular the day had particularly been,

On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,

For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,

Had lacked company, and therefore,...

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