Teenage Poems | Examples of Teenage Poetry

There's an innocent time that I recall when every girl is Cinderella at a bobby-sox ball each guy, a penny-loafer prince in a white letter sweater and the jukebox music keeps getting better A place...Read More

and i wonder… when is it exactly that we are no longer a teenager waiting to become the adult when is it exactly that we turn the page to enter that new chapter when is it that we realize we’ve been thrown into the bowels...Read More

The big day arrived and no date for the prom. My fairy godmother came to my rescue; A cool...Read More

If only I were a boy I wouldn't have to deal with the stares the following the degrading remarks the rumors If only I were a Boy words i have prayed since i was a young girl sometimes wondering if life would be...Read More

A Sonnet in ~ Iambic Tetrameter ~ At age eighteen he fled his home Could barely wait, despised his town To see the world all on his own He'd wear...Read More

See the girls on the corner In tight tanks And micro minis Popping gum Locking eyes Driving boys wild See the sunlight Outline their curls in gold Memories of youth In the Suburban wastes Walking the streets at night Running with the...Read More

A group of teenagers were sitting on a fence Discussing which politicians had the most sense, It had to be Mister Trump, one said, Another “too many lies he spread,” Then I heard, “Well, it certainly wasn't Mike Pence!” Written...Read More

A teenager goes to the dance All swelled up with hopes of a chance Makes an advance Gets in her pants Looks around for a new romance...Read More

Juvenilia: Early Poems XIII Davenport Tomorrow by Michael R. Burch Davenport tomorrow ... all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun. Now it is always summer and the bees buzz in cesspools, adapted to a new life. There are no flowers, but the weeds,...Read More

Juvenilia: Early Poems XII Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch for Beth Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashion, but wildly,...Read More

Juvenilia: Early Poems XI Myth by Michael R. Burch after the sprung rhythm of Dylan Thomas Here the recalcitrant wind sighs with grievance and remorse over fields of wayward gorse and thistle-throttled lanes. And she is the myth of the scythed wheat hewn and...Read More

Wallace “Wally” Cleaver handsome, well-liked high achiever, befriended Eddie, so unlike him. Golly!* Wally wasn’t given to whim! Eddie Haskell was a neat, slick, conniving rascal. With his flattery and pseudo-smiles, he spiced up the show with his wiles. Leave It to...Read More

Juvenilia: Early Poems VIII These are early poems of mine, written in my teens as a high school and college student. Moon Lake by Michael R. Burch Starlit recorder of summer nights, what magic spell bewitches you? They say that...Read More

You see their shadows, in those dark nights You want to touch them Its always the moment when you turn around When they disappear just like the leaves on the trees In October you start feeling...Read More

Staggering, wobbling, stumbling...somewhere Watching the world spinning, and spinning, and spinning Confused and discombobulated, he wandered...somewhere Swerving his steps and slurring his words... Still carrying the Boone's Farm- strawberry flavored He mumbled to himself... Where am...Read More