Teen Prose Poems

I marveled that he remembered not only the venue
but also, the yard line we were seated on nearly
50 years ago. He was barely a teen...

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As of today you need to watch your mouth and what you say.  
We have always been able to hurt someone's feelings by our...

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I did not know about being carefree and open
When I was a teen
I was from a small town
Where a rapist killer was loose

I would have...

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On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she...

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From the window of my chic city office, lost in thought, I gaze out.
The pedestrians scurry like frenzied ants below, caught up in their bustling...

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So little fifteen, and a small heart within a small body liable to crumble between my fingers..
She is fifteen with the age of wisdom that...

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Dear Mom.

It's been just over 25 years since your passing.
I often think of the time when I and my little family
moved within a couple of...

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I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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Usually,
I'm good at masking what I feel
usually,
I don't say my favourite colour is teal.
Usually,
the brown of your eyes wasn't
as pretty as the coffee when brewed...

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*Image of What Happens When I Put ... by UMC.

The Collection Plate,

'Tis a simple sacred place of worship bearing no weight, whereto, one's faith unchallenged,...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no,...

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The tone of the teen hideout was pretty much hateful.
We hate the neighbors, the block, the oldies, the young ones.
We hate coffee, sugar, cleaning, being...

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I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter;

And later I catch...

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My respected teacher
She treated me like a parent
Kind and caring for me
She made my life heaven,

She taught me
How to write and draw
She taught me
How to...

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In a Shoreham garden,scent of blossom fills the air,a white blaze of spring to make every heart sing.Impressioniste before its time.A profusion of clouds or...

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