Teen. Poems - Poems about Teen.

as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life...

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their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times ...

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You said you didn’t want to hurt me, But you did it anyway, You said you loved me, But you put me through this. You told me you weren’t ready, And that you need time for yourself, But if you weren’t ready, Why’d you say yes? You break my heart, And then act like everything is fine, You expect me to be okay, But you hurt...

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I turned fourteen, the world turned cold, The light I knew felt strange, controlled. They said these years would shape my soul— But all I feel is lost and old. I used to laugh, just ‘cause I could, Run wild in every neighborhood. Now I just scroll, or lie awake, Pretending none of this can break. The mirror’s cruel, my thoughts are loud, I...

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In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades. Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts— replacing Christmas wish lists along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small. They get...

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she lets me braid silence into her hair twisting comfort between my fingers, as if stillness itself could be made soft if only touched gently enough she thinks I’ll grow tired that some part of her will dull in my eyes— but I’ve seen the way she looks at a sunrise like it’s never repeated itself and that’s how I see her, every time her...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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For once, I feel loved. The feeling is weird to me. Just a few months ago I thought love was stupid. That it was impossible. I thought my mind was not suited I thought it was not tangible. Such a foolish thing to think. Of course my mind can comprehend love But it could all go away in a blink, to feel higher than...

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Genuine Radiant Agreeable Considerate Eccentric Educated Leader Inner beauty Zesty Affectionate Brave Enlightening Trusting Hard working Very funny Affable Ultra deluxe edition Graceful (see what I did there) Helpful Natural...

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I sribble yet another one No hopes, you'll read Emotions, I'll weave A Heart filled with dread Enchanting is your smile I wish I were the reason I know I'm confusing Be honest with me, for a while Sick of the burden I carry Feelings, compressed Each verse is meant for you Desires, my heart pressed If not me, then someone else I'll still wish...

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Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai. "Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh Zahoor hai. Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai. Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho, Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai. Dil mein hai woh aapke, Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun...

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MY DORMANT PAST MEMORIES OF THE PAST MAY COME AND GO, BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN CONTINOUS FLOW. SMELL OF CRUMPLED DREAMS IS IN MY MIND, ANALOGY OF BOTH ALWAYS KEEP US BIND. DREAMS TURNED INTO SMOKE AND SPREAD WINGS, COMING BACK TO ME GASP AND UNIFY IN WRING. MAY BE ANOTHER DAY SOMEONE BRING TO FRUITION, THAT DAY...

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Blood falling Down Down Down Onto the little glass shard of my dads broken shot glass I don’t know why I do it. I never have real answer when people ask.. “To forget” “To punish” “To feel better..” Those are the most common answers.. But I had a reason that...

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“You’re welcome.” The words ring through my head. The words I knew were soon to come. My eyes fill with dread. I knew he would see through my lies. I knew that he would talk to my father. After countless cries, I seemed to not be bothered. Nothing can stop me. The sting makes me feel alive, It brings me back to reality. I’ll talk to...

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People may think that They know who this poem is about But they don’t, And they never will. I’ve met this boy. I haven’t known him long. But it feels like he’s been My friend since birth. He seems so familiar.. But I’ve never met him before. Calls that were hours and hours, As if we had all the time in the...

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