Teen Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Teen Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Teen. These are the best examples of Rhyme Teen poems written by international poets.
Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
Loving From Afar
Staring at you even only from a distance
Is enough for me even without a chance
Your presence I always got from a glance
Making my heart comes out to dance
Suitor of a dream, catching a midnight
Sailor in the sea, waiting for a twilight
Breaking the horizon, nearly left to right
Loving from afar is like losing on a fight
The hundreds of but, what if’s, and maybe
Are the cycles of love and what it can be
It may be romance, subtle, or tragedy
Just like loving you without knowing me
But no courage to show the feelings inside
Doubts are dominating with fears alongside
Beats of the heart doubled like a riptide
But I will always here loving by your side
As I touch your erogenous zone,
I think I'm there all alone.
But I'm there with your mother,
as in walks your little brother,
who proclaims it's time for me to go home.
I love looking at your enjoyable face. I love the scent of your fragrance and the way you taste. It is such a sight to see such a lovely face. Your eyes stare at me as I gaze. There's no way I can enjoy such a beautiful shape. Your lips kiss my lips as I begin to taste. A tongue so wet as I pull it towards my way. You have me hypnotized in so many ways. This one enjoyable moment won't go to waste.
l saw him looking as l was walking by
and in those days, l was really shy
and my friend said 'did you see that gorgeous guy'
and l said no....and asked her why
she said he was definitely looking at you
l said no, that cant be true
for she was the prettiest of us two
he said l was the one, and that he knew
l was sweet 16 and walked on by
he was 17 and a handsome guy
he was standing at the gate of our local pub
he was waiting for his lift , to the football club
l was sweet 16 and didn't wonder about
the blue eye blonde guy, who gave a shout
it must be for her , she's prettier than me
he said 'do you want a coffee' ? there's ones near here
l said l don't think so....my friend said great
he said maybe next week, and he'd bring his mate
l was sweet 16 and l fell in love
with the handsome guy , waiting for his training club
we married at 18 on an Autumn day
and we kept our promises , come what may
l asked once 'why pick me' and not the other
he said l wore a blue suede coat........... and its his favorite colour lol
He said she had a laugh like added honey
and said her hair was long and lovely
she laughed and said his hair was too
he laughed... and then she knew
.
she sat and talked about the weather
and said too hot for his jacket leather
and she remembers his blue eyes so very well
and thought 'he's' not shy'....she can always tell
they sat and talked about nothing.....and places
in a high street cafe of crowded faces
he said ' is your latte hot'
by then .........she had forgot
he said her laugh is still like added honey
and tells her, her hair is still long and lovely
she laughs and said his was too
but then he cut it, when it grew
they fell in love, it was meant to be
to grow old together, see
and the first meeting felt , just so very right
but she's never told him............................he's still her light
Three armed teens
performed a mugging on Christmas eve.
Their target 2A'D them
curing them of their social disease.
By next morning they set up a go fund me
for the dead and wounded thieves.
Their target was charged in the second degree.
When I was a teen,
we banged on doors and toilet papered trees...
and felt somewhat guilty.
I can still feel your lips on mine,
your fingers tangled in my hair.
I can still smell your sweet perfume,
a whisper lingering in the air.
As if you're with me every hour,
as if your love will always stay—
as if I’ve known you a thousand years
and fell for you again today.
Won’t you listen to my song?
It rises straight from the heart.
I’ll sing to you of all I feel—
yes, that is where I’ll start.
My love for you is unconquerable.
My love for you is strong.
My love for you will never fade;
it will last my whole life long.
Last night, we kissed for the first time.
Last night, I knew love that was true.
Now the memory burns in my mind—
the memory of you.
Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far.
In no time at all, California's native son became a star.
On television in "Here Come the Brides", he played "Jeremy"
This role cemented his tremendous popularity.
His first recording of "Little Woman" soared up the charts.
Bobby won uncountable teenage girls' hearts.
His burgeoning popularity was totally unquestionable.
Other hits that followed made him a big teen idol.
With all the attention he was getting, there was some strife.
Bobby decided to back away to a quieter life.
Yes, Bobby certainly accomplished much in his day.
At the age of eighty-one, he silently passed away.
Bobby Sherman
(1943-2025)
I thank Wikipedia,org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
The hospital machine beeps,
My knees weak, the walls are bleak.
I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak
I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak.
Explanations are oblique,
These children will be me in a week.
There's critique of technique for hell week;
which is not for the weak.
Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs
Staring at the paintings of ladybugs
Trying to sleep with ear plugs
I want to smash a mug, the frustration builds inside, stuck in bed
Feeling like led, can't even eat bread, knee held together with thread, throbbing red, Feeling half dead.
I suddenly woke up in bed with dread for next week when I become,
the children who shriek.
if tomorrow happens to be what ive waited so long for,
then my eyes might start to pour.
ill say yes,
although you already knew.
i never lost you,
only tried.
but not even once did my heart say goodbye.
ive tried letting go, tried to forget.
but something about you, your love,
my soul could not reset.
i still remember my cue,
to be held so safely.
held in your arms where i feel whole,
to rest my head, and calm my soul.
youll open your arms,
inviting me in, your love charms.
ill always run to you,
wrapping my arms around your neck,
tip toe-ing just to reach too.
you hold me so sweetly,
so safe,
so secure.
i refused every hug completely,
only desiring your safety.
when i lost you.
but i never truly lost you, did i?
you never truly left.
if you ask me the question ive been hoping for
ill say yes.
because its not starting over
if it never truly ended.
and maybe thats what love means.
to find the way back
to the same person
and knowing
it never ended
because
the relationship that wasnt ready to be over.
it just needed some work.
She walks the streets she’s always known,
But feels a longing deep, alone.
A fire burns inside her chest,
To leave, to grow, to find what’s best.
Her heart beats fast when she thinks of far,
Of distant lights and shining stars.
A thousand questions fill her mind—
Will she be lost? Will she be kind?
She dreams of skies she’s never seen,
Of places wild, both calm and keen.
Though scared, she knows she must be brave,
To write her story, to misbehave.
Her roots run deep in desert lands,
But she reaches out with trembling hands.
A Moroccan girl with tears and hope,
Learning how to live, how to cope.
She’ll carry home inside her soul,
While chasing dreams that make her whole.
Being raised without a father is like living with one ear and one eye
Disabled is the way the child would feel leaving him to wish he would die
Where are the fathers that are making the babies these days
Being a father isn't a game or just a short phase
It's a gift, a privilege and a responsibility
You can't disappear then reappear when that child is a teen
They need you because most things come in pairs
Do you really think the child would turn out right with you not being there
From day one it needs to hear the sound of your voice
Being made and brought into the world wasn't that child's choice
Child support won't cut it to view your problem solved
Being there financially isn't the only thing involved
The judge forced you to do that to make up the time away from me
It's better to be there for your child than to be called "Father Deadbeat
The older I get the more I hate shoes
When I was a teen I loved to choose
Different leather pumps and high heels
Wearing shoes now is a not a big deal
I like my old mules now out of style
As my feet can be free slide in and out
And those Crocs are popular for sure
But I just can’t get into them no lure
As a teen I was a fancy sharp dresser
Now I struggle to get dressed a stressor
Summer shoes and sun dresses are ok
But can’t wait to get home and strip away
I’m so happy, blessed to live home alone
As hot flashes happen want nothing on
When I do wear pajamas I like them loose
So there is less trauma to boobs, caboose
On the stage, the pre-teen girls
Displayed their hip hop moves,
As sequins sparkled while the dancers
Got into their grooves.
Though just a dress rehearsal,
Make-up gleamed on lips and eyes
And you could spot the older selves
Their bodies did disguise.
Yet even with suggestive thrusts,
Their innocence shone through.
Of grown-up sexuality,
These girls had not a clue.
And that was wonderful to see,
Especially because
My grandchild was among those dancers
Waiting for applause.