Teen Writing Poems - Poems about Teen Writing

I want to say something about cursive writing (this might seem random). I’ve seen articles saying that cursive writing is a “dead art,” that computers have destined it for oblivion and questioning whether cursive writing should be taught in schools now-a-days. But if you plan to go to college - relearn it and practice it, because you’ll...

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My roommates are all up and about. It’s finals week and everyone is hustling about. Lisa came in from an early exam, it was snowing lightly, she looked right at home. “How’d it go?” I quizzed. “E-Z,” she replied, shedding her long navy coat and mango and cashmere beanie. After dumping it all on her bed she joined...

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The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story. https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422 Thanks for reading!...

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I posted a new story poem - too long for here - look under short stories Maybe this link will work… https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/lunch_crush_9333...

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Please Pogo music, wake me up. The night, now reduced to warm laptop light, is inching toward dawn. I pray to the patron saints of writers - is it Neri or Ávila? Whichever is on call I suppose. “I’ve indulged in reprobation,” I confess, openly to the fuzzy, waxing, crescent moon. “I need that alchemy that...

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He puts it out there, the Schrödinger’s cat of invitations. Now, I’m irritated. “I TOLD you I don’t have time for.. involvement.” “But you have to eat - so eat with ME,” he shrugs. “You can build a friendship with someone and still have freedom.” His observation was casual, as though it were unrelated to anything between...

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Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was hilarious. Last Friday night Lisa and I were supposed to meet people at “the buttery” (a café in the dorm...

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I can’t make it, I can’t make it I’m dying without any of my loved ones around me Becky can you drive any faster Hit the gas already My chest is caving in, I feel like I can’t breathe I open the car door and stand up I am weak and feel unstable; I make it to the door of the Victoria...

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When not slaved to school work I rush to do all of my favorite things. All at once in a mad multitasking-fun-storm of pleasure-chaos. I was just sampling Spotify tracks, playing my iPod and writing. While backing up my music collection, planning dinner and sewing. And I thought maybe I should make more coffee and print my homework....

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This actual poet writes me silly poems. He's there and I can't explain it. A lifetime of experience and things lived I only imagine and this actual, famous, poet writes me silly poems. I wonder why me?? Why is he wasting time with me? This sapient, hopelessly encouraging, ego-boosting poet who writes me silly poems. It's confusing. My mind paints countless canvases...

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Dear life I love you so, ...

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I want to be a writer - and like a new poker player - I'm starting to evaluate my cards. I post on several poetry sites I find syncing them kinda hard. 'Cause I'm the model of imperfection heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes - a teenager half-heartedly committed to doing whatever it takes. Does it help that I'm never happy? That I constantly...

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I'm the one they run from, what do I do wrong? I'm the one they fall for, but never want anymore. I'm the one they want at first, but then things change. I'm the one they want, but then my heart breaks. Is it my fault, or theirs? Did I go insane too quickly? Fall for me and see, I won't go crazy; I promise....

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Why do I keep remembering memoriez from my past? Why do I try hard to make each moment last? Why are there so many liez behind every mans eyez? Why when I really love someone he grows apart and dies? Why is it when Im writing I feel so alive? Why when I see a pool of...

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Im writing this poem, it's not coming from heart. Im writing from boredom, uhh.. where do I start? My day has been boring, the night not looking too great. My body's too tired, though my minds quite awake. I slept all day long, it was an honest mistake. I’m checking my email, no messages will come. For...

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