Daughter Teenage Poems | Examples
These Daughter Teenage poems are examples of Teenage poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Teenage Daughter poems written by international poets.
I am woman: Request?
I am woman.
What does this mean?
Am I the lesser for it?
Should I stand up
for my Self?
How will I live?
Or die?
Or grow old?
Will I lose my teeth?
Or my muscle mass?
Will I lose my mind?
Perhaps I should lose my anger...
I'm angry at women-
For letting me dumb down.
For impeding my growth.
As a woman.
Aqua Marine: written 1990s
Posted here: 4th April 2025
When some mothers "weaponize" daughters to rebel against their fathers, instead of protecting them from psychological harm.
My Personal search for True Identity.
A PERFECT LIFE
My head is full of aches and migraines
Eyes filled with tears and pains
I am trying to mask it with a smile
Thought it would be so easy while
Turned so lonely I am shedding more than the Nile
Trying my best to be a perfect daughter
Before the world, I am acting stronger
Perhaps I should let myself out
But what if they do not care I doubt
I have always dreamt of
Lovely friends and proud parents,
Relaxed days, cosy nights and better talents
A perfect life where happiness is rife
So keen to get it right
Desperate to stop the cycle
I gave you love, trust and freedom
Used to turn away from the light
The lies never showed on your face
My heart longing to believe you
Whatever you do don’t say it out loud
Now bags are packed for a brand new place
Why didn’t I give you more of my time?
Why didn’t I try even harder?
Why didn’t I listen to all of you?
How could you ever commit a crime?
So I was never good enough
My heart knows that I have failed
New opportunities you can get without me
I send you away with all my love
Doris had not seen that teenage girl scowl for over twenty-five years
But here it was again,
Staring down her mother
Her daughter asked Doris, “Have you ever seen such a face?”
She could not stop laughing.
Mother I just wanna say
Can you promise you won't be mad
Mother I just wanna say
I might be gay
Mother will you love me the same
I swear this isn't just a phase
Mother I'm gay
I never meant to hurt you but I did
I'm not begging you to take my hands
and say you love me no matter what I am
I'm not asking you to see how unhappy your daughter is
You can take my strings and lead me the way you wish
You can find a guy and I'll marry him
I know what I am is the biggest sin
I know you'll never accept me the way I am
So take my strings and lead me your way
But mother I just want to say
I'm gay
I never asked for this gig, she reminded them.
Her father was apologetic, but wizards are weak.
Her mother rolled her eyes at the weakness of him.
You will see, she told her daughter, there are those who seek.
We are mystical beings, and we have souls of gold.
We can fly into the night, and it never grows old.
You are lucky to be a witch like me, her mother said.
What about her auntie? Her husband asked. Isn’t she dead?
Your aunt never fully embraced the magical life.
She got wrapped up in drugs that took over her strife.
You will be like me her mother told her daughter.
Her wizard father kept his eye on his glass of water.
The teenage witch was not sure what her mother meant.
She was tired of being different, not feeling heaven-sent.
Her father pattered away, down the hall, and went to bed.
The teenager took off on a broom, and her soul was fed!
The flowers, sweet and guiltless, bloom
with early morning sweet perfume.
She braids her mother's auburn hair.
Naive is she, she's unaware.
Your life is not a fairy tale,
the wolf awaits to see you fail,
and Mother Dearest's sick extremes
lead down the path of broken dreams.
As time goes by you try to fight.
Alone you're cast into the night.
If only you could make them see
your broken heart would be set free.
Your will, so strong, will always be,
"but, Mom, why couldn't you love me?"
09/26/2018
My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt
DAUGHTER
You live in a world that's crazy
you feel, you love
but you act lazy.
I live in a world of pain
people come every day
their eyes full of living rain
somehow I find the things to say
to ease their hearts, to give them hope
My words of wisdom provide a rope
upon which to hang while they heal.
But you who came from within myself
I cannot reach to help you feel
the love I have for you alone.
Out upon the world you roam
lost and tossed upon the seafoam
of life's desire.
I see you reach your friends
and them teach the meaning of life -
- to be there when there's strife.
You judge and criticise me
But you being I is what I see.
You feel and love and offer self
this is all I ever do.
My need for your love hurts too much
I try to show it buying shoes.
Will we never heal the past
It cannot be undone.
Time happens far too fast
My love for you will always last
MOTHER
3 May 2018
Youth’s power
Creams and powder
Textures and colour
Canvas made prettier
Lips more tender
Cheekbones rosier
Eyes like Cleopatra’s daughter
Submitted for A LATE DECEMBER STANDARD CONTEST sponsored be BRIAN STRAND - December 22, 2017 - RANKED 3RD
Small town, broken window houses
dead roses hang in kitchens
leftovers of other women
who eat beef in dark rooms.
We are not like them.
Don't touch us, not ready.
Our oven mitts are on.
Men can knob themselves
while we grind knives.
We don't want to be under the pale man
who puts his spoon in his cheek and moans.
We are good girls. No need to explain
why roses hang stiff and feel soggy.
How many licks will it take
before we peel off our panties
like we strip onions for soup.
Men can guess, but dampness
is not a sign. Liquids leak
when the onion is hacked,
breaking cells and releasing
a distinctive odor on tips.
You always run after me,
In playful and angry mood;
You scold loudly,
Take stick in hand to bash;
You play with me,
As if you play with doll;
Hug me hard,
Soothes my heart;
Take me in your lap,
Embrace gently,
Gives me warmth;
Care my dress,
Care my look,
And braid my hair;
Unending gossip,
your chat does not end;
You sing a song for me,
lyrics are so sweet,
My ears too rapt,
Don't feel being bored;
You are always after my life;
Don't do this, don't do that,
don't talk like this,
Don't sit there,
Don't go there,
Don't stay late,
Worry appears in your face;
Wait near the window,
Lips move complaining me;
You feel relieved when,
Watch my glimpse;
'O' Mama, my Mama,
You are always after my life;
© sadashivan nair?
Little girl don't you cry
Mommas gonna be here for you
To Cry on
You can tell her all your dreams,
She'll tell you what they mean
And how they could help you later on.
You're a beautiful girl that's what they all say
But I can see it in your eyes
That you don't
Believe them
So let me tell you one thing
Stay yourself don't ever change
You're beautiful and sweet
Talented and smart
And you're one of the best things
That's happened to me
'Youngest at 18'
Well at last it's here, my baby eighteen
Yet she doesn't want fuss or show off like a queen
"I just want the money, no presents or party"
That's my girl, she's such a smarty
Heading her way to the top of her game
She doesn't want glamour or ill gotten fame
Works hard for her future
Knows just what she'd like
A car's what she aims for, no time for a bike
She may not even read this amazing post
Given she knows her place, so more important than most
Our chef, our baker, our requestor of ponies
This kid has no time for fakers or phonies
So lucky am I to have her in my life
One day she will make an amazing wife
So here's to my youngest, she's one of a kind
No sweeter a girl deep inside you will find
She may not show it, how loving she is
But her love and affection gets me in a tizz
Raise a cup of tea to this girl, this woman, exec
And if you're REALLY lucky she might just cuddle your neck
‘Youngest at 18’ by Victoria Payne
I screamed at her
like some wicked hellion
trying to rip apart her world.
I was the embodiment of rivalry.
She was growing older. I fed on the rage
I stole from her, I loved young,
I loved hard and fast, and anyone
she hated. I loved like a forest fire
and she could do nothing about it.
She was just my step-mother
Or she was, when I moved in with the guy
about six years older
Then I met her.
She was about six years old-
or she was, when I moved in with the guy.
I was just her step-mother,
and I could do nothing about it.
She hated that I loved like a forest fire.
I loved hard and fast, and anyone.
I stole from her, I loved young.
She was growing older, I fed on the rage
I was the embodiment of rivalry
trying to "rip apart her world
like some wicked hellion"
I screamed at her.