11Th Grade Teen Poems | Examples
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Beauty
One
From
The time
Of wonder
Beauty within
Faded in realm
Gone with you taken my
Love of life with beauty
Beauty of soul no matter
That was the matter of soul and body
No cap, that's how I roll
My story, totally whole
No faking a single part,
Just open; an honest heart
My spirit shines bright,
A natural, easy light
Words flow, a friendly stream,
Living out my best dream
Connections bloom,
Chasing away all gloom
A good vibe I share,
With rizz in the air
No ceiling above,
Just freedom, full of love
I live with no cap, you see,
The real, the happy, the me
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 show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
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 necessary.
We did not have the money to buy any of this.
There were a couple of stories, and maybe a comic or two.
But the ads were the kicker.
They showed us things we never hoped to be able to purchase.
After a while, we lost our enthusiasm for this magazine.
i didn’t think it was bad,
till i’m sat in bed
flipping through my pictures,
wishing i was thinner.
i catch myself clicking edit
then scrolling the options,
moving the dial further and further back
until there’s almost nothing left.
i would always hate on girls,
the ones that hated themselves
until i realised i turned into what
i swore i’d never be,
pointing out flaws no one else even sees.
and i forgot how to just exist
without editing the evidence.
you tell me you love me—
though only after i give you something.
“go to the bathroom”
“it’ll be fast”
“it’s okay” you say when i tell you i’m scared
yet, it’s not okay.
i didn’t want love,
i wanted to be loved.
i wasn’t getting that from you,
yet this still made me feel wanted.
like someone finally wanted me.
wanted us.
in reality i was the one begging
it was all in my head.
it was all one-sided.
12am, alone in my room
crying.
shaking.
just wondering—
what made you do it?
why did you hide her?
why did you lie and tell me
everything was “fine”
you said you loved me
maybe you only loved having a toy
something you could use
then toss out
maybe i didn’t mean anything to you
maybe i wasn’t ever anything.
Do you feel that?
Do you feel the change
as the summer comes to an end
trying to figure out if we are still good friends
should've never told you
I know you're still going to be with her when school starts again
and everything in summer will fade out of your mind
I'm gonna miss you, I'm gonna miss us the most
i have no chance
i have no chance
But what if?
no, stop
i have no chance
i have no chance
But he knows my name.
that means nothing
i have no chance
i have no chance
But what if I do?
What if he watches me from afar?
no.
i have no chance
i have no chance
Who says he's not just as nervous as you are?
who says he is?
i have no chance
i have no chance
How can you be sure?
i have no chance
i have no chance
Remember that eye contact?
Remember the awkwardness?
no.
stop.
get.
out.
of.
my.
head.
no chance
no chance
no chance
no chance
maybe one of these days,
i'll believe it.
We walked the mall,
Hand-in-hand.
Your skin warm,
Like a summer night,
As it touched my cold shoulder.
You wrapped your hands around my waist,
In a backwards hug.
Your head brushed my chilling skin,
As you whispered in my ear.
I convinced you to giddy things,
Pleasing my inner child.
I skipped and pulled you along,
Headed to Build-A-Bear.
You looked at me,
Just like you would a kid.
You kissed my forehead,
And made me laugh.
Then we went to get drinks.
I bought us both smoothies.
I was childish yet again,
Blowing my paper straw at you.
It hit your arm,
Skewed away,
And on and on it flew.
I covered my giggle and leaned over,
Trying not to seem rude.
It hit the floor,
As if it were a feather.
A lady glared at us,
And yelled something crude.
I simply laughed.
But you got mad,
Thinking very brood.
I grasped your arm,
Trying to interrupt,
As you pulled away.
But on you go,
So I switched to plan B.
I pulled you over,
Looked in your eyes,
And simply kissed you.
I just want to be loved,
I want to love someone.
I want to have that 1-in-a-million love.
To be loved unconditionally,
Two sided love.
I want to dance in the rain.
To cuddle and watch movies,
Kiss each other on the forehead.
Look at each other and know,
Know that it’s real.
Know that I’m yours.
I want to go on picnics,
And match on Halloween.
You are part of the family.
I want you to come over,
Bond with my siblings.
My hand fitting in yours,
Just right.
Asking my parents for a curfew.
Late night drives,
Feeling the euphoria together.
I want you.
I want us.
I want love.
Real love.
• When their lips connected
• It felt like pure bliss
• Now they both lie in their beds
• Thinking about their first kiss
You don’t know any better
when you’re first married at three
in a plastic princess dress
beneath an old oak tree
but then fifteen years later
it all comes crashing down
your mother asks what’s happened
you reply with nothing but a frown
what else is there to say?
a hundredth of your life
swiftly thrown away
on a boy with less love in his heart
than he has hours on GTA?
and every time
we’d be alone
my eyes would water
and I’d turn to stone?
I used to think hell would freeze over
before I’d lose my heart
but in this race of misery
I seem to have a head start
but then You come along
with a soul golden and untouched
and I don’t think I’m lying
when I say I like you very much
but how long will it be
before you, too, grow cold?
I could wait forever
but forever just gets old.
I cannot write of love,
For I know nothing of it.
So I shall write of you
Did you know your head tilts when you listen to me?
Or when you’re anxious to get in a game you start to jump up and down?
When you are upset your eyes turn a darker blue,
And when you’re truly hurt they flood like dams.
Did you know when you smile, a real genuine smile, your eyes twinkle like stars.
You smirk like the Cheshire Cat and yet there is no malice in your glint.
You have changed my life.
You piss me off, hurt me, drive me insane, make me cry, and yet the worst you’ve done is steal my heart.
I’ve already said I know nothing of love,
This is true.
All I know is that I would burn the world for you.
I am nothing without you.
Friend, foe, lover, whatever the case I am yours should you want me.
The battles began when I entered my teens.
The voices challenged me on so many things.
At times I would feel tortured, how was deep pain.
Afraid to tell anyone. I felt so ashamed.
Thought I were only weak but that was not the truth.
This thing was very common in almost all the worlds youth.
In my own thoughts, I struggled, couldn’t tell my best friend.
Sometimes I felt with death my troubles would end.
I didn’t measure up to peers and that made me feel weak.
Didn’t want to disappoint parents ,their help I didn’t seek.
I learned to shift focus through drinking and weed.
Partying, loose sex might help fill my need.
Diving deep in these things kept the bad thoughts away.
I watch this in teens around me today.
Looking back I lost focus nothing else I could see.
There was plenty of love being offered to me.
So focused on the voices inside of my head.
Like one that said Ken you'd be better off dead.
Had I dropped my pride and let Jesus come in.
The vortex of anxiety would've come to an end.
To teens when the battles seem too big to win.
Just say “Jesus help” and watch him step in.