Teen Narrative Poems

“there are thorns in the glass”
the baby exclaims
as she points, points, points
to the mirror of life,
yet no one listens,
and she is ignored.

“there are thorns in...

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It's dark in here; but I'll hang
I should feel fear; I'm too young to understand such a thing
Why do I miss your touch? I was...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the...

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Music moves your whole being
Today, my day is gray
I lost someone very special
Hearing sad songs is a recollection
To this love one who's dear to me
We...

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the love and reverence 
is what I noticed first 
a motherland a homeland 
but then I saw the curse 

a beautiful Israeli girl
too jewish shunned...

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I am married to a man who gives money generously
Not only to me but to every person with their hand out
This used to not be...

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The saddest, maddest children usually find their way to my office.
I am the school counselor.
They arrive on their own, knocking, or just running in.
I always...

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In this life I've seen several people die.
It used to really haunt me and I would
ask God why.
The first time I was just a teen...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales...

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I am “A Lady in Waiting.” Throughout the earlier part and most of my life, I have pretty much done things my way, and some...

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Yes, it is a good question especially when even most of the unbelieving
world believes both in Noah, his family, his ark of safety and the...

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Since the 1990's Red China has been using an intelligence gathering
radar station monitoring USA's military operations of the southern
United States.  Now they are establishing...

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There was a young man named Anton,
who lived back in the seventies,
he wasn’t the type to fit in,
felt outcast from society.

Never got along with others,
and...

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*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of...

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Freckles fall from Tatters downtrodden countenance.
They fell like snow onto his chest below. Only one
landed on his nose, Rudolph-proud. He shared
Bozo’s hair - orange and...

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