Sonnet Teenage Poems | Examples
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She turns sixteen one cold December clime
He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed
The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime
The core is sore, this shriveled Rose is birthed
Though frigid Rose, she seeks to now resorb
In her befuddled plight, she mopes the night
Unless she grips the dim celestine orb,
This missy won’t discern the course to light
For limpid routes unveil the flourished trees
The cue this Rose reckoned to spring to growth
With flower buds resurging strong in breeze
The core once sore is now in timely blowth
She’s now eighteen one blissful, springy morn
Before the world, this blossomed Rose is born
Oh, friend once close, in passion's fiery dance,
Now vanished, like a fleeting specter's chance.
Our paths diverged, collided in fierce fray,
A tempest of rejection, love's fierce display.
Yet midst the distance, love's spark endured,
A phoenix rose, from ashes reassured.
Though orbits shifted, stars no longer linked,
In our hearts, a bond, in time unshrinked.
The canvas of our friendship, vivid, vast,
With bold strokes and shadows, shadows cast.
In absence, love's mosaic still persists,
A treasure hidden, like a secret tryst.
Oh, dearest friend, though worlds apart we roam,
In our hearts' tapestry, you'll find your home.
Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk
Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken fried
And preacher's young son rang the old church bell
Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry
The throng laughed away, nobody cared
High sheriff asked, did anybody die
Mike gathered rabbits he had snared
Janet put on blue gown for that night's ball
As her older brother Bill dosed the keg
While white mouse in the corner saw it all
Kelly in miniskirt showed her legs.
Spiked drinks got them all so rolling drunk.
Most f'ed up of all was the local monk.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
1973
"A prom night to remember"
Eternal God did not need us
Yet He chose to create us
Each of us are wanted and planned by Eternal God
We are all loved by Him
We chose Abortion Liberty
He did not plan for our baby to suffer
We wanted him/her to be free from adversities
The mother is not ready yet
Thought that baby is made out of love
What happen when the mother got raped
Abortion Liberty is the answer
Freedom to the mother and the baby
Eternal God want us to be happy
Abortion Liberty is happiness
I went past them tonight. There was like ten
Or maybe twelve. Few girls, but mostly boys
It's dark outside, but mild enough for men
To go out without coats on. It annoys
Some people just to see them there. They had
Some music playing - wasn't very loud
It didn't look like they were being bad
Just sat together in a little crowd
As kids have always done and we did too
(It's more fun in the summer when the nights
Are lighter and there seems like more to do)
Not breaking things or getting into fights
Just doing epic wheelies up and down
The road by Poundland in Devizes Town
© Gail Foster 16th January 2022
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 a smile, no more to frown
He traveled in a makeshift way
Hitched rides in vans and sneaked on trains
When desperate, he stowed away
At times got drenched by gusts of rain
Two years he spent pursuing dreams
Grew wiser as the time crawled by
Found out that life's nor peach nor cream
For home and hearth, began to sigh...
Came back and knocked on his front door
Discovered that 'twas 'home' no more
I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl;
Howled a sonnet at the rising moon.
In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall;
Told my baby she’d be rescued soon.
I’m gonna rock like Romeo; roll your bones.
Gonna rock and roll with literary overtones.
I took an upstage lead with my soliloquy,
Emoting bold intentions, hand in glove,
Seducing her to be, or maybe not to be,
With soft iambic cadences of love.
I’m gonna rock like Hamlet; roll like old King Lear.
Gonna rock you as you like it then I’ll chug a beer.
I went about love’s labors with midsummer’s nerve;
Pledged sweet nothings without much ado.
Traced the upswept contour of her cashmere curve;
Went downstairs to tame her naughty shrew.
I’m gonna rock like Falstaff when the Wolfman howls,
His Elizabethan accent full of shifting vowels.
I’m gonna be the rebel at the high school dance;
Treat the merry wives of Windsor to a group romance.
My memories provide a time machine -
I shut my eyes, through time I quickly fly.
I'm taken back to when I was thirteen
to navigate the maze of Junior High.
I see a photograph and now I'm thirty;
a week or two since having our first child.
Still learning how to change him when he's dirty
then time zips by; now HE is thirty - wild!
I find myself wishing I could go back
to right some wrongs and unsay words I'd said.
Hug loved ones or seek wisdom that I lack;
to love my parents more on their deathbed.
But two things I would not change in my life:
My faith in God, or marrying my wife.
written 20 Aug 2020
Went to travel an unknown journey,
Went to make some new relationships,
Did not think the journey ahead ..
What will happen to this life,
Then met some new people,
Did you know that the journey was till that …………?
The Peaceful Pond
A frog jumped into a pond
Made a ripple across to the other side
The water and frog had a bond
That pushed others’ relationships aside
Fish swam by in a little school
And sunlight filtered through the water
Reflections were shown in the little pond
Then sunlight fades when it becomes later
Moonshine brings other creatures into the night
Crickets and cicadas will buzz about
And fireflies will show their own light
Then shows a scene that ends with a shout
Then a splash and the bubbles triple
And the night ends with the last ripple
Written on December 9, 2019
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT L, any form any theme sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place in ALL YOURS (Feb 10) sponsored by Brian Strand
Senior year, student government
I couldn’t do anything right
When told to paint the trash cans
Our class colors, blue and white
I added my own touch to the job
Always doing too much
Scrawled my name on all the bins
Hoping to gain more fame
Some thought I was uncool, to
Expose myself to the whole school
All I was supposed to do
Was to paint the trash cans blue
The next year they were painted red
I was forgotten like I were dead
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
Mascara pink lipstick ribbons and curls
Miniskirts no matter what the weather
We were teens two cheerful giggling schoolgirls
Enjoying bits of time spent together
A yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
We followed all the radio top hits
All night writing clandestine poetry
Spilling young hearts out on a paper blitz
Silly teenage crushes and high drama
The best of girlfriends we were confidantes
Exploring grey boundaries and karma
Deciphering feelings wishes and wants
I remember most your joyful laughter
Sad somehow our roads drifted thereafter
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on November 15, 2019 for contest BEST FRIEND SONNET sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 1ST
Knowledge is a skill you have to acquire
Understanding the way the world work
It something in life that every human require
It's like breaking a cycle of curse
Giving your opinion doesn't make you right
But there's something that's call stating fact
Instead it can come back and bite
Learn the true meaning before you act
Just like they have the saying ignorance is bliss
They also have the saying knowledge is power
People can also have your mindset twist
You can built up your brainpower high like a tower
Knowledge is the key to success
It can give you a variety of access
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
When I was dewy-eyed I longed for sex,
a kind of sex fit for a male virgin
who lusts for the head of a fair maiden
regardless of what may then transpire next;
but my quest for this sex became a hex
and so I bedded a rough whore in sin
instead and succumbed to the act often
like a sex-starved satyr or male T. rex!
“O God, wherefore have I spoiled my body!?”
I pined and now rued the loss of purity
and was aware of lapse from the inside
and the lessons of this true irony.
But so long as breath, life and God abide;
Redemption saves despite that I have died.