Puberty Poems - Poems about Puberty

Having tasted substance abuse, today in truth, many of the young are wasted in their youth. But 'God damn' only the pusher you didn't oughta as, without the doer, the dealer, he'd be dead in the water. One and the same, they're both to blame, as off each other they will feed, the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed, the latter for a misconceived need... if not to...

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The optimal life is simple for girls, one pregnancy a year, from puberty, living with parents and leaving the burden on their tired shoulders, assuming twins or triplets, you reach a dozen children by college. Graduate in three years, practicing programming with intensity and zeal, secure a job at a major tech company, the dream of every heart. Then transition...

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Chemo, Puberty & the Fourth Watch by Patrick Cornwall Wake up—rush for the toilet, say my prayers. Stomach races, chasing bowels, anxious like horses shot from a gate. Chemo, the man said. Takes time to get used to. And I’ll ring you. I take a shower. Just trying to rinse the sick away. Ready for the day. The sun leads me out— then gas...

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Lets all leave our mothers breasts And run off to the woods to test Each other’s heart to see whose best At killing or at dying. Whitey you must bring the gun Blacky you bring the knife for fun We'll play to see who will run From killing or from dying. Last year Yellow played all wrong He sat and sang a protest song Till...

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Through all my changes I was a dreamer and lived a trepidation and a ruse, but when she lay bare and I between her I lived the dream in my puberty blues. In a rush of young blood in curves and curls between the sweaty bales of Percy’s barn, where tales of turgid boys and...

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When you are old and young at same time Thoughts and emotions keeps getting into a war all the time, People seems to know more about u than your own self You'll be passing through roads which you can't cross without help, Most of the time will pass in things that'll never make sense One can be living with no...

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My grandson on the phone full of mirth, life and love Then it happened. His voice cracked. Just a little. But it cracked. He is changing. The change that we all remember. The child is fading into the man. I will miss that child as much as I want to meet that man. All I can do is watch...

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A seriously sad seventh son of a soldier entered prime prejudicial puberty With love and luxuriously liberal thoughts in his hyper hallucinating heart He was set on dating a diabolically darling daughter of a serious celebrity So should he go to Hollywood? Hail a bus? Hire a taxi? Where to start? Where to start? Where to start?...

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Cycles by Michael R. Burch I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts through her thin cotton dress, and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra holds his bald fingers in fumbling mammalian awe... And I remember long cycles into the bruised dusk of a distant park, hot blushes, wild, disembodied rushes of blood, portentous intrusions of lips, tongues and fingers... and now in him the...

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Hair on legs isn't really that weird One fine morning something had appeared One leg said to the other "Look at our little brother... I think, Shorty...is growing a beard" Limerick Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 2/3/2020...

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With glasses now I'm "four-eyes?" (Yes, I'm skinny. Yes, I'm plain.) But it baffles me you noticed since you haven't got a brain. My skin's so white! No kidding? Well, in the summer I'm bright red! You too were born my color and you'll be it when you're dead. I'm frigid and unloving ‘cause I...

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AFRICA’S PUBERTY When puberty sets in, The wind feels good on A little leg and thigh, Some belly button And budding bottom. Tattooed dames, Sexily renamed From Elizabeth And Isabelle, To Lizzy And Bella, Storm into the world; Boobs growing as fast as hearts To be squeezed and broken. Carrying heads of baskets Filled with liquid counsel, Speeding off on the fast lane On the high way to remorse, Surely to crash...

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I have walked roads so wide I have seen beauty held in pride To be frank, You’re beauty’s bank Your body has a voice That weakens my choice. You’re a woman to fill my life Someday, you will be my wife Darling, you’re too rich in beauty For poverty And too mature for puberty Beauty and poverty can’t share a hand I hope you understand Black Rose You’re today...

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She was the supreme craze That had ever happened to me after puberty, She was all that my wishes had been, Her kiss was just right, In that sincere frame of psyche. She made me joyous, I really wanted her; But suddenly I was so afraid Of the love I felt for her, The way she loved me; It was so bona fide, I was so...

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A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right A child cries, traumatized, a closet hides her pain The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place her damaged mind- cannot abide- the change her body makes The woman stands- naked and alone- facing...

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