Teen. Poems

Hi May

Hi January
I miss you
ah, not you
but January. I miss May,
who smiled in the flower field
to the strains of the melancholic song
that played in my head at that time.

Hi May, let's go together again to January
so I can see you again
spinning merrily
among those swings.

Hello May
You will sit again by the North Sea
catching the tide
as I loved

Count 20

I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the

Megan's Locker

You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in reverie and a daydream reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will

paradox

I felt very distant from you,
But I couldn't be remote from you,
Why? I don't know
But this is not comfortable.
But also seeing someone else 
Watching you, crushing on you,
I feel jealous, but I shouldn't.
But now, you are in my life,
 I can't change it.
I tried to stop talking to you, but couldn't.
Even if I understand you,

I Am Nobody for You

I am nobody for you.
You don't know I exist, too.
I'm a simple, shy girl
with some sixteen-year-old fantasies, too.

You don't know me, 
and I either, too -
but there's something 
I feel, too.

Wanna step up, 
getting high with you, 
scared to fall
in the images, too.

How say hi? 
How say bye? 
I'm here, 
watching you 
side of my

Teen Magazine 1969

teen magazine came out in the late sixties
my mother bought it for my sister and I
every cover featured a blonde girl with blue eyes
she looked l like she surfed in California

Inside there were ads, ads, ads, ads, ads and ads.
It was a slick magazine with lots of glossy pages.
the items they sold looked enticing and

perception

Your eyes are like a treasure casket,
Filled with gold,
Eyelashes like the tree after a freshful rain,
Cheeks , soft like cotton
Smirking face, elegant charm.
imagining you is like,
imagining a landscape,
Which has everything that you
Wish for , desire for
Wanted,are  obsessed with
And the aroma of soil,
Reminds me of you,
Everytime i see you,
This is the way , i see

Ambiverted

The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.

I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.

Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches 
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.

I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group 
And shallow talk,
No

Chasing the wind and butterflies

Chasing the wind and butterflies 
Blowing dandelions and watching them rise.
The feel of soft grass beneath tiny feet
Not yet knowing the feel of defeat.
Growing up 
Mud puddles to jump.
Catching fish in the nearby creek
Playing games of hide and seek.
Growing older
Standing shoulder to shoulder.
Reading books by flashlight
Giggling with friends all night.
The excitement of a boyfriend
Dreaming of

Loving From Afar

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

As I touch your erogenous zone

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.

adorable female teen dancers

the adorable teen dancers with the bouncing hair are sweet
dressed in outrageously cute frothy plaid and tule skirts
I wonder if they are wearing matching shorts
One of them should be wearing matching panties
She turns and bounces around a bit more
Her skirt flies up an inch to her waist.
I see her shorts and feel relieved.

the pink room

i found myself in the pink room
i found i was weird
i didn’t care what anyone thought of me
but i also figured im sensitive, too sensitive 
i was loud
i made friends in every room
i was the light 
i was the sun
the white room dimmed me
it made me rude
my mind was turned against me
i had to get

Teen Love

They sat on a bench
Their hands nearly quenched
The love that they shared
The feelings they carried
Love in their teens
Just not seen
They grew a lot older
They reunited again.

The Pier Can't Always Keep You Where It Wants You To Be

You stand with your suitcase like a buoy,
bright, bobbing in the shallows,
and I am the pier—
rooted, barnacled, smelling of old salt and rope.

You tell me you’ll stay
if I keep my hands wrapped round your ankles,
but I know the tide you carry in your ribs.
Even on windless days
it pounds against my palms,
shouting for the open mouth

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