Friend Teen Poems | Examples
These Friend Teen poems are examples of Teen poems about Friend. These are the best examples of Teen Friend poems written by international poets.
They help me through my highs and lows,
And I tell them all my secrets,
Even if we sometimes get in rows,
We always make up,
We laugh at funny memories,
And cringe at embarrassing ones,
We share the same enemies,
A.K.A people we don't like,
Every single friend has a special place in my heart,
As my friends I made in year 7,
And if I ever lost one, in my heart would stay a dart,
Of sadness and depression.
** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
With heavy heart, I offer my remorse,
for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve.
The echoes of my workday's tireless chores
linger, leaving naught but fatigue's relief.
Oh, believe me, I hate to disappoint,
for the music tempts me to sway and dance.
But the hours I've toiled, each task and each point,
have drained me to a tired nudnik, perchance.
My spirit, once bright, now longs for respite,
to find solace in rest and heal my self.
Though my love for dance burns hot like cordite,
exhaustion demands I stay on the shelf.
Forgive me, my friend, tonight I must rest,
but once refreshed, we’ll fete and dance with zest.
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Webster: Nudnik = a boring person
Leong dreamt of meeting Jesus,
at the Koffee coffee shop.
It was early and not too busy,
so they had a chance to talk.
He was well dressed and looked quite nordic,
which was a surprise to her at first.
“Because we all know he was born in China,
and Beijing the city of his birth”
At first, he kept it casual,
he talked a lot about his dad,
but he began to be rather judgey,
as some religious people can.
When he asked her for her digits,
she was put off by his entitled vibe.
In the end he got fake-numbered.
“it was a lowkey way to decline,
and both pacify the “boss’” son,
and keep him on her side.”
“You don’t indulge in much self-reflection, do you?” Peter asked me.
“Are you asking about that time in Reno I shot a man just to watch him die?” I answered.
A poem from a friend (by Peter):
A big affair
I know more about particle physics than love
but you have a magic of your own,
and I want to be around it.
A big affair
A fight for your attention and commitment,
a revelation, a feast of impressions,
I could drown in it.
Peter hops up for a handful of peanuts, then retakes his place on the deep red couch next to me. “Sure,” I say in my best frenetic, surly and spoiled voice, “leave me alone here - desperate for kisses - and then try and creep back into my life.”
Leander, my teen-friend in Kalentong
So handsome and so white.
One time, we crossed the bridge of neverlong
Far away from Planetarium with kite.
We saw a painting on a high concrete wall...
He said, "Spoliarium, too big and too tall!"
I said, "No. It looks like one in our school auditorium."
When we turned around, we are already in a polyandrium.
Then we ran.
It’s thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.
My Chinese roommate is impressed with them
because as menacing and mountainous and electrical
as they seem, through the trees whip and the rain
lashes - like special effects - no real damage is done.
Love is like that, a circus briefly coming to town,
that scintillates, palpitates, irritates or validates
- a carney-call with the urgency of a sale.
“Run away and join the show,” it whispers.
Love is both less than it seems and more than it is.
I've posted a piece that's longer than the poetry section allows.
In the "Short Story" section.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary *shrug*
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/travel_week_10509
If you bother, I hope you like it!
Ooo! Your fake smile.. what’s up?
a firefly pom … friends know when something is wrong
Thanks for saying “no offense” before insulting me - that really cleared things up.
Let Me Write
Words are beautiful when we write them to form.
A letter, lyrics, or poetry to be born.
They can be words of hurt or love so far together;
they are all of the above.
Words that God spoke to that of the dove.
I love words and how stories told,
me as I write as words flood the muse.
It keeps me active as some stuff is amused.
As a baby I started off on my chin,
my chin and the floor were great friends.
The schoolyard was a fun place to play,
except when my chin met the ground.
Nasty words came as a teen,
I always took it on my chin.
Life can be bad,
I need to keep my chin up.
Date Written:10/7/2020
Some Senryus about
Bestfriends - the kindred spirits
we're lucky to know.
Boys are "whatever,"
but bestfriends are forever.
That's the way it is.
We tell our secret
fantasies - that we exchange
in sworn secrecy.
Bestfriends: the girls you
only stay mad at briefly - 'cause
you've news for them!
A bestfriend would push
you into your crush and yell
"get some!" then run.
These are some
Senryu poems about friendships.
Who knows us better?
Friends are family
by invitation - accepted
gifts to each other.
We don't care what
your specific gender is
we're calling you dude.
I love to hang out
with people who make me forget
to check on my phone.
We all have a friend
who thinks of everything
in a dirty way.
(3 Haikus)
Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people
I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts
Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna
be some weird adults?"
Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock
the cops and school the jail.
The day is new and not yet lost to summer heat.
Flowers blush and preen in morning breezes.
Let me whisper fears before the day consumes you
My fickle friend, another shadows your affections
Distracted lover another twirls for your attention
I'm losing confidence, and I think I'm losing you.
In the remaining shadows, leaves still brandish dew