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| Teen Poems: 21-30 of 49 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| Next> >> | Teenage Depression | | nobody knows what i go through. wondering if i'm meant to live! the pain of a teenage life. making me stand stiff. mumbling i don't deserve to be .......... | The Happiest Place on Earth | | ........ to be. america is more than a four syllable word...it means strength, love, peace, spacious, home, and best of all my homeland:: best of the best. | I aint got nothing on the world | | As I sit on the couch and flip through channels on the TV, I realize that the world has a lot more problems than me. poverty, violence, murder and death, junkies in the streets doing math. poor people using their last buck, just so they can go out and get messed up. single mothers on .......... | Nature | | What's outside has been created What's outside has been recreated If you take the time to look around You'll astonish yourself With what you've found The beauty The light The sky The flight To soar To glide To breath the night To sing To hear To write To talk To walk To see .......... | Friends Can Be Deceiving | | when you find a friend you say wow 'cause you think this friendship will never end. you go places with them, talk on the phone. you .......... | Home Away from Home | | As I walk through this beautiful maze of a garden, it enamors me and fills me with a sense of peace. The sweet succulent smells of mint and nectar, send me into euphoria and tickles me senses. The magnificent assortment of the various fish and tadpoles, cause me to wonder in awe how God created .......... | Voices | | ....... can't keep up too much advice too many words too much wisdom stay in school don't work too hard help those in need be yourself dare to .......... | Not Even a Mark of Misery | | I sit up Late at night I just think and Try to see light It is so dark That you cannot see Not even a mark Of my misery Then out of nowhere Light left from somewhere Is thrown up in the sky's drunkenness And breaks this scary darkness That breaks this scary silence Just like .......... | We Know | | walking down the hall hearing the whispers rumors, insults they fly around the school snide remarks rude comments girls cry in the .......... | Loving Angels | | tears of sadness life is hard different i am angel sing love i have not found happiness is not there day by day night by night true life .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| Next> >> | | Teen Poems: 21-30 of 49 |
Read poems written by teens for teens!
Teen Poems
The teen
quote says it all, “The biggest room in the world is the room
for improvement.” Teen poems show how teens face one of their
most pivotal points their lives. There are so many
life lessons to learn as a teen.
Teen poems generally have themes in
love poetry, sad love poems,
depression poetry, and
lost love poems. Teens deal
with drama in social networking and family. There are struggles
to overcome. Peer pressure sometimes becomes overwhelming for
them and they express their emotions through their teen poems.
Teens are often misunderstood and many
don’t see them for their creativity but clearly is revealed in
teen poems. From life poems,
love poems, to
depression poems,
teenage life has a plethora of
emotions, situations, and challenges that are expressed through
a teen’s eyes. Their gift of fresh creativity is exemplified in
teen poetry.
The teenage years are often times a
struggle because it is also the turning point in which the
transition into adulthood from adolescents occurs. More life
responsibilities are taken on by teens, leaving with many
complex emotions to challenge in their maturity. Teen poems
share the inner most passions in their poetry and tell stories
of all aspects of life’s journey through the eyes of a teen.
Teen poetry serves as an opportunity for teens to flourish and mature, blossoming to adulthood. Teens struggle with many of life’s lessons and find themselves on top. Society deems teens with many more responsibilities than before. As shown in teen poetry many find writing as a tool to gather their thoughts and mixed emotions into great proverbs for not only themselves but many times forgotten wisdom for us in life’s saga. The dramas that teens face are shown in teen poetry with every aspect of life’s flight, giving way to their ultimate formulation of who they will become as adults. They will take what they have learned to become stronger in future tests, making teen poetry a great method of understanding them and ourselves. Whether it is love, joy, or despair, many find their haven in writing teen poetry. In gathering their scattered thoughts and emotions, filtered through a pen and paper they see what great feats they have accomplished in their prime years of teen hood to take with them the lessons of life for the future.
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Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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