Teenager Poems - Poems about Teenager

I was a teenager, standing at the gate of a dream universe, dressed in a white dress, flowing like rivers of milk from fairy tales, watching how the sky melts like summer ice cream and lets its pearls fall, whispering as if the soul of the world would listen to its quiet and melancholic song. I remember that day...

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I am poor but still want more. I get a job but still want more. I go to parties but still want more. I buy everything but still want more. I try a hobby but still want more. I raise a family and don’t need more anymore....

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She walks the streets she’s always known, But feels a longing deep, alone. A fire burns inside her chest, To leave, to grow, to find what’s best. Her heart beats fast when she thinks of far, Of distant lights and shining stars. A thousand questions fill her mind— Will she be lost? Will she be kind? She dreams of skies she’s never seen, Of...

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I know making you less perfect won’t make me any better yet I can’t help it I fabricate your flaws in my head  as if it would make my own disappear  almost as if ruining you made me any better … almost as if making you imperfect made me as perfect as you —maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing...

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I call myself a "senior teenager" (put the two together and you get "seenager"). I have all that I ever wanted as a teenager - lots of stuff, both minor and major - I just got it all some fifty years later! I don't have to go to school or obey some teacher's rule. I don't have to go to work and hear...

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A teenager got stopped for speeding. Said the exasperated trooper aghast: “Didn’t you see the speed limit?” he inquired? “No,” said the teen, “it sped by me too fast.” ...

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they always ask me to stay a little longer, as if laughter came from my skin. as if I could be unlonely just by making sure no one else is. I fill the room, and yet I’m never in it. they love me most in photographs cropped at the waist— in group chats where I type like a mirror and vanish like fog. I am the pause...

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Caught by surprise one sunny day, a neighbor's friendly voice said "Hi" as I was passing by her garden's flower spray. Upon hearing that simple word, it came together in that place, a lovely garden, a pretty face, and something in my heart stirred. Kind friend, strangely, it appears I've gone all silly and soft. My spirit was borne aloft. It's been so many years. 'Twas a glad moment...

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my dad's dad would tell him tales from the war so many strangers who fought stories from ordinary men who washed up heroes on the shore he told my father they were sold a dream a golden scene they'd save the world at only nineteen but no that wasn't the case bullets flew by overhead like the planes dropping bombs on unsuspecting nurses preparing the beds at base horrific soul destroying,...

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Teenagers are just Entering the real world with an Emotional roller-coaster. Never understood by others, All they can do is Grow with hope, Excitement, sadness, and fury. Radiating curiosity are some while others Seem to already have it figured out....

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I have grown up with my mother’s hatred and my father’s disgust. I have grown up In the shadow of my brother Who couldn’t be anything but perfect. I have grown up like a stray I have grown up I have survived. I have grown up I am alive. Broken, bleeding and hurt I have grown up. Against all odds I have...

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I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo. Spray paint...

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I sleep in each day until *noon, My *mum says I live on the moon, If I think a day’s good *deed, Is to *eye a Facebook feed, Than to *peep outside of my room....

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You are the only one who listened The only one who took the time When there was nobody You came along I made you mine Words are just words If they don't come from the heart I so want to express how much I love you And what you mean to me But even when words come from my heart I never know where...

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Encased in your arms, sheath of heart around me Soliticious expression sigh in my ear Fingers rolling through my hairs A splatter of rain calling out lovers The Chime of the clock desired to while away the time Gravity pulled upon me, A Minute shape became a piece Longing to be held in your arms, praying for eternity....

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