High School Teen Poems | Examples
These High School Teen poems are examples of poetry about High School Teen. These are the best examples of Teen High School poems written by international poets.
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's 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!"
Embryonic Stage
So comfy and warm
Not feeling a hint of harm
Oh, what’s happening
Birth
Good grief, it’s so cold
O’er and o’er again was told
“Beautiful baby”
Child Age
Play sports, make good grades
Life’s full of adventure days
Hates vegetables
Teen Years
It’s an awkward age
Parents struggle through this stage
Just stay sane through it
Young Adult Years
Leaving home first time
Into unknown, a steep climb
Where will it all end
Middle Adult Years
Work and family
Agony and ecstasy
Stalwart day by day
Older Adult Years
Body , soul, and mind
Seeking peace of special kind
Beyond ever known
Dancing in the junior high gym
Liking someone not talking to them
Least your secrete be taken and displayed
If heart is for breaking with egg on face
Little teal touch by a sweaty hand
Old enough to love too young to understand
A kiss as a promise to walk you through
All the drama of junior high school
There’s teen pregnancy and I won’t judge
But it won’t be me cuz I won’t give it up
Yet I will follow my heart and find
Puppy love rarely last a long time.
I have another piece that's too long for here - so it's in "Short Storries."
It's called "Seniors" - about a High School graduation party
I know I could take things out - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the link
URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/seniors_9476
I hope you like it!
Kim: “So, your plan was to win him with awkwardness?”
Me: “No, my plan is to be as sarcastic as humanly possible and see if he can handle it.”
Kim: “You are SO good at the interpersonal stuff”
Me: “ I so hope college guys get me - I’m out of sync with these high school durks.“
My best friends are “there for me.” Each, in turn, presents their partial list of people who’re upset with me - with my “social suicide” decision to opt-out of my senior year and go, instead, to university.
It seems that by forgoing 12th grade, I'm rejecting their way of life, attacking mass production or committing an act of terrorism.
I try to explain this obsession I have, since the pandemic lock-down, to get out and into the world.
The great pandemic isolation scraped away at me, left me feeling ransacked and empty. I can’t ignore the call of freedom any more than I could yank out my heart and continue living.
They can’t seem to hear me - it’s like I’m mumbling, speaking in tongues, or talking to myself
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(a Senryu string poem)
High school girls are just
thoughtless and vague - too damn
dumb to be afraid.
Trusting too quickly
- believing things that are said
- unaware of risk.
Small and powerless,
chickens cooped from feral foxes
- peaches for picking.
So accompany
me on walks, to the store and
guard me like a penny.
Look - we're women
- junior grade - and conscious
of dark potential.
Breasted Americans
face a dark rainbow of threats
- we are mortal.
But ANY of us can
encounter unscheduled evil
like nightmares from hell.
Yes, that means you rough
tough males who glide through life as
if untouchable.
*(a poem in Senryus)*
You don’t have to count,
when you lose a boyfriend, you
know. There was just one.
He was gone before
I knew it - he wasn’t, you know,
tied up or anything.
For a moment I
toy with saying, “Alexa, add
rope to my shopping list."
In High School boyfriends
come and go - it's like shopping
- where you return things.
Smiling at old folks
to reassure them you're
not a teenage thug.
Even though I'm in
my school uniform and look
like Mary Poppins.
I don't like talking
in front of a group of teens
- they're so judgmental.
A crush is someone
you're strongly attracted to
- they just don't know it.
He doesn't know you: check.
you like him: check, he does nothing:
Check, you fall for him.
I lie in bed and
envision scenarios where
my crush grins at me.
It's so weird that
we can almost stalk someone
and they have no idea.
I'm trying to get hair
out of my mouth and I find
my crush is watching.
Handy break-up Senryus.
Pick one to quickly, cut that old
relationship cord:
I'm sorry, What'd you say?
I can't hear you *confused look*
- we’re breaking up.
You’re the guy that
every school girl seems to want...
- today's their lucky day.
It's time we took
our relationship to the
previous level.
I still cherish the
initial misconceptions
I had about you.
As a teenager, I can sometimes be frantic,
unfocused, stressed and anxious.
Luckily, I was introduced to meditation.
I love meditation and the way it makes me feel - solid.
So, how does it work?
First I set a 15 minute timer and get
prepared to look a little foolish.
I sit somewhere comfortable, cross-legged.
I close my eyes and focus on a point
in the center of my forehead
between my eyes, relax my mind,
and think only of the sound of OM.
When your mind wanders, just go back to OM.
Existing in that territory of nothing
there is a silence that must be listened to.
You end up giving sharp attention to nothing.
It is simple, compelling and satisfying.
When you’re done, a new stillness will remain in your mind.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
DOOH! *whispering* Don’t look now, but that pasty loser boredom is here.
You can always find him waiting, hanging in the silence of empty rooms.
To acknowledge him is to sink into vacancy where the real is shattered
and its pieces disintegrate until you exist without thought or desire.
Quick, turn on some music - let it become an extension of yourself.
Dance and recreate fun - before you're struck helpless!!
Tell him jokes and he’ll leave..
“I thought the neighbors were nice people - then they went and put a password on their wi-fi.”
“A lot of people cry when they slice onions - the trick is not to get emotionally attached.”
“There’s a new restaurant called Karma - no menu - you just get what you deserve.”
Oh, look, he’s gone =]
*still dancing*
You want to set goal
Big enough that in the process of achieving it
You become someone worth becoming