i walk into a crowd with my head held high, slightly proud. but i soon halt my confident walk and balk, because it's a crowd made of eyes, and my ..........
i stand teetering on this 11,000 foot mountain edge, ready to take the plunge. i balance my snowboard; my mind imagines that i am struggling to balance my ..........
friends forgotten, lives missed. memories erased from thought. pictures are all that remain, the people in them gone. will they see the past? will ..........
so what if i'm not as you expected! i'm different, i'm not like you. is this a reason for me to be neglected? i do my own thing; to me this world is ..........
propelling forward through the night, a simple, simple deed, a dream of happiness inside, is just what we all need. an icon of perfection, cast upon the ..........
13 years have come and gone; we never thought it'd take so long. but as i walk across this stage; the flashbacks start of long lost days. of ..........
have you ever? have you ever been told what to do with your life and you can't take it any more and you just want to give up but you’re scared? well i ..........
she turned to see the look in his eyes then bowed her head and turned to cry for she knew in her heart he would never be hers her feelings could not be put ..........
The poems on this page were writen by teens about themselves. The poets share their feelings about love, friendship, depression, suicide, sadness, school, graduation and family.
Teen Life Poems
The poems on this page were written by teens about themselves. The poets share their feelings about love, friendship, depression, suicide, sadness, school, graduation and family.
The theme of Teen life poetry expresses emotional highs and lows and moments of happiness, anxiety, and a host of other emotions. Teen life poetry talks about growth and their interactions and relationships with other people through their teen life. Enjoy and learn some of the life lessons that our teen life poets have shared with us.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
