Teen Metaphor Poems

{August is Woman’s Month in South Africa. August 9th is Woman’s Day. August 8th is an opening of the Lion’s Portal to Cosmic Strength. This...

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Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.

If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.

At the time, my breakup...

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Eat bitter, taste sweet
Do this, rewards you will reap.
Fight, savour, repeat....

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Rain is a lull on choppy afternoons.
Storms are enlightening clarities through fog.
Thunder is the words we say before we go in for the kill.
Lightning is...

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Churned with great pressure, my heart feels numb. 

Under the dilemma where I got wrong, 

I spend sleepless nights. 

With a blow of breeze all...

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Obstacles and affection
        contradictory pleasure
         casual teenage love...

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If you love me
I don't care
I'll always serve
If you like, bare
Eat the flesh 
If you like, tear
Chew the bone
If you like, the  backbone

But don't...

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(a poem in 2 Senryus)

We carefully choose
bits of our lives that we then
weave into stories.

Like birds building nests, 
making the safe places that
keep and define...

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My wide mouth opens drinking in
the sweet cascading drops,
electrifying sensation i shall 
stay until it stops.
I'm like the teen that i once was,
only adult with...

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fuddle, chuckle, cuddle, fumble, subtle-supple-couple, snuggle....

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Sometimes you have to get your halo dirty.



Is this an epigrams or a firefly? There's never an English professor around when you need one....

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It began by taking my heart
attacking my immunity
warming me up as hot as fever
leaving it broken in disunity.

It traveled on, to my mind
destroying on its...

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A child is somewhere scribbling,
not quite knowing what to say,
a junkie with a habit of empty words.

The smart money’s on failure
and I can’t seem to...

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We’re the crew of the spaceship boring - on a one year mission.
The situation's literally life or death - this isn’t science-fiction.

The crew is an...

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Like Mozart’s Cherubino, I know nothing of love
but I am waiting on the runway, idling like a jet
I am burning my composure
I am inviting trouble
I...

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