Short Puberty Poems
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Johnny was quite a leader
And best pet of the teacher
Puberty hit him so fast
At the head of the class
His little Willy stood up, second feature
His puberty I damn well knew it
I'm told to help my brother through it
It's a difficult task
But I still have to ask
Can't you get someone else to do it?
Young Theodore loved nothing more than sleep
Never once had he ever counted sheep
But when he hit puberty
He got excited, you see
Fell for a stripper named 'Little-Bo-Peep'
My oldest daughter, I named Colleen
She entered puberty at thirteen
The birds and bee's explained
Left me completely drained
Dad, I already know the sex scene
Contest Entry by Charles Sides
get off your shackles
loves luminance
is infinite
go
touch me not
leave me alone
giggling girls
puberty smiles
guessing red blood
spotted
then gushed
guilt descended
10.30 am
july 19 2016
Form:
the-me-against-the-world rebelliousness,
the raging hormones of puberty,
the adult expectations,
the struggle to fit in,
and the peer pressure!
oh, the growing...
pains of youth;
stressful
phase.
Date written: 08/08/2021
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
To the ones who made us and suffered
our puberty and disdain and arrogance.
Here's a toast to those we can't love 'til
death does us part. They suffer our pain.
A toast to the liars who keep our lives
on old tracks in disrepair safe on lies.
As she spread her crest, sweet fumes filled the air.
From a humble bud, she turned to a beautiful red rose,
Ripe enough to make a garden of its own.
With her scent, insects flew,
Tempted to taste its sweet milky bottom.
That's what happens when a flower blooms!
Public opinions that
Undermine the ground on which we walk
Bedeviled only be enticing jeers
Emotions that are vexing are laid-out with a cuss
Ranting & raving "The world is out to get us!"
Taking in sustenance over parental spiels
You've not forgotten how it feels?
Hey God, it’s me, Margaret.
I know it’s been a minute
since our last conversation,
but I’m back to ask for a little help.
I’ve got bigger problems now.
(I know—I’m surprised too.)
Perimenopause has reared her ugly head,
and honestly, I can say—
puberty was child’s play.
Where were you
When i started to grow
Where were you
When my puberty started to show
Where were you
When my mind was confused
Where were you
When i was being misused
Where were you
To teach me what i should know
Where were you
When i needed strength to grow
Mother
Where were you
Altered, boisterous, confounded, disruptive, energetic, fine-tune, growing.
Hyper, inquisitive, jokesters kindling love, mystified.
Nervously obsessive, pubescences question radical substance, surprising.
Teasing, uncontrollably visiting wild, xanadu youthful zest.
Copyright October 15, 2014
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?
You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny
You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready,
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite Unfair …
A Poverty of Ideas
By Man who Poverty fears!
At 3:00 you hear the squeals
As children race from school.
Exuberance goes hand in hand
With youngsters, as a rule.
As puberty advances
And the kids hit junior high,
Such squealing seems the type of thing
They’d have to justify.
Self-consciousness wreaks havoc
With the way a person feels,
So fallen by the wayside
Are those unimpeded squeals.
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 from afar.
My grandson on the phone full of mirth, life and love
My poetry starts with nicotine.
After awhile I mixed in alcohol.
Catholicism is a main ingredient.
Puberty is a wicked mix of Absinthe.
Next I add a father broken from war.
My mom could be friend or betrayer.
I had to maintain a delicate balance
between being real or just amusing.
Amusing is easy. Real is impossible.
TREES TOP!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Tall and short,
Big and small,
Wide and thin,
In different shapes,
Trees,
Stand alone and come in cluster,
Taking pain to give birth of shadow,
Blossoms at puberty,
In fragrance,
In root,in foot
Trees like men,
Trees leave not,
Turn to timber and live without leaves,
In the toss of coin for longevity,
Of trees or men?
Trees top!
YOUTH
A time when puberty hits and the state of mind alters,
thoughts of wild imaginations and adventures.
YOUTH
A time for fun and recklessness,
mistakes and impulsiveness.
YOUTH
A time when courage is decided over timidity,
and pure love lost over dignity.
You rumpled my rucksack
Then you pimpled my crack
You crumpled my schnutzsack
I hope my pimples come back
No joy from my rucksack
From your plan of attack
My boys from the outback
Are lodged deep in my crack
I know, I know. You're asking yourselves...when is this old man going to grow up!...Right?
I must be regressing back to my puberty daze!...Sorry Soupers!
OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too
Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving
No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home
How many birthdays
I need to celebrate
to finally experience puberty?
I feel like I never grew up
except having growth spurts
and that time once a month
How many birthdays
I need to celebrate
to finally become a woman?
will it take ten more, twenty more
thirty more, forty more
or maybe even fifty more
only God knows how long
before I go down in history
as the world's oldest teen
13
House I once lived in
Date I split my head open
Unlucky for me
Count bakers dozen
Age of entry puberty
Teenage joy and pain
Death card in Tarot
The start of new beginnings
Full moons in one year
Feminine and fair
Breaking of conventions chains
Taylor Swift’s songs
Fertility newborn babe
Rebellion against God
Nimrod’s futile pride
Good bad or ugly
A symbol of importance
The fickle thirteen
He calls me over from the park bench:
"Wanna see something kid"?
It lolls from his open fly
partly erect.
As I stare, it rears
as if to threaten the entire city
with a bold cyclopean gaze. A monster
only Superman (my alter-ego),
could battle against.
"I’m telling mum", I fling over my shoulder,
as I run,
my heroic-powers forgotten.
Behind me -
a villain's brazen laugh.
In front of me –
a troubled puberty.