Emotions Teen Poems | Examples
These Emotions Teen poems are examples of Teen poems about Emotions. These are the best examples of Teen Emotions poems written by international poets.
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
as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life
I was drawn to you, from the first instant
something about you aroused my senses
a message unspoken, and insistent
that could somehow bypass my defenses.
I couldn’t show it, you couldn’t know it,
so I sat quietly and ignored you.
When chasing dreams, love is unbefitting
this I’d been told, and so, it must be true.
When I met you again, you were funny,
not what I assumed, you were something new.
Hashtag, as a boyfriend, he’s been money,
such was the start of our kissing booth truth.
I talked with my parents this morning (they’re in a time zone that’s 6 hours ahead). I’ll be off, back to school, before they get back. They sound very tired, certainly tireder than they did a month ago.
They’re working with “Doctors Without Borders” somewhere in Poland. We have a fiction between us, that they haven’t been in a war zone for the last couple of months, spending 16 (18?) hours a day, in ineffable, meatball surgery - sewing pieces of people back together.
Although our conversation topics are no more important than soap bubbles, they evoke a kaleidoscope of emotions (in me), our mutual deceptions as fragile as eggshells.
My emotions get the best of me - intermittently.
I preserve them in poems,
like fluffy dinosaur feathers in amber,
because emotions never last,
as our present becomes our past,
they flicker, like lightning bugs and disappear.
Lisa and I got our emails the same day.
She read hers first. She made a small
sighing sound, the faintest of protests.
Then broke the news, with a scowl,
“They’re moving classes online “temporarily.”
I don’t want to talk about Corona any more
- I want to scream about it. Maybe we’ll
graduate, in three years, without knowing
what most of our classmates look like -
antithetical to “networking” at university.
I’m lucky, I know - I’m only inconvenienced.
I roam, safely, indoors, impatiently untouched by
adult, real world concerns, like jobs and money.
So I’ll keep my head up and smile like those
glamorous, happy girls in tampon commercials.
Thanks for saying “no offense” before insulting me - that really cleared things up.
Spring love believer
look listen feel remember
take it to the limit
Sometimes you have to get your halo dirty.
Is this an epigrams or a firefly? There's never an English professor around when you need one.
Dream job interview:
"What are you good at?" "Sarcasm,
sleep and speed texting."
I don't think that drug
companies know what real
fruit tastes like at all.
How hard will it be
for our kids' generation
to get user names?
Please remember:
I'm here for you if you
don’t, in truth, need me.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
(Georgia election Senryus)
Yeah, we're going
to give America the
democratic win.
'Cause that's how we roll.
We'll show you how to toss out
republican crooks.
We'll give the bird to
lying Donald Trump and his
criminal cohorts.
Long live America,
long live the constitution,
long live blue Georgia.
I'm wearing the same old clothes,
binging the same ol’ shows,
seeing the days anastomose.
and waiting for my vaccine dose.
I’m humming the same ol’ songs,
I'm dreading the rerun dawns,
trying to at least appear strong,
but becoming angry and withdrawn.
I'm tired of the same old faces,
of being stuck in these boring places,
of feeling my nights are wasted,
and dreaming of friends embraces.
I'm writing the same ol’ verse.
becoming increasingly terse,
knowing it could be worse,
waiting for the end of this curse.
(Senryus about crushes)
I'd never say to
a guy "Oh, and by the way,
have a crush on you."
I'd never stalk my
crush on the Internet - that's
what our friends are for.
Never let a guy
treat you like licorice - you're
a red gummy bear.
I’m overthinking,
tired of the endless waiting,
about to blow up.
Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.
Me: "Argh! I have this anger, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not that far below the surface."
was it so long ago I slept
on my front steps
under the black sky.
Just thirteen and not knowing
I was asleep that whole year.
Holes in my sneakers only
slightly smaller than
the holes in my life.
Two o'clock in the morning,
three thousand stars watching
and me,
afraid of waking up.