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Sadness has inspired many teens to express themselves through poetry.Teen Sad Poems “If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough.” as the teen sad love quote goes. When a teen breaks up it is an emotionally turbulent time that they must learn through life. Teen sad poems offer an avenue to freely express their thoughts and feelings of their lost love. Often times in epic poems there are teen sad poetry that are inside the epic story told and how they managed to move forward and become stronger through the loss of love and eventually find new love. Teen sad poems are rich with imagery and emotions that everyone can learn from in life. No matter what the age, sad love poems can be appreciated and break the barrier between the soul and the heart. Teen sad poems express despair and seek for closure from life struggles that a teen faces. Being a teenager is sometimes challenging and a difficult stage in life. With the influences of the outside world facing them and more responsibilities given teens, there are trials to overcome. With the challenges of teen pregnancy, gangs, and drugs taxing teens, can often times be overbearing on them. Depression sets in because life has given the teen too much to bear. Family and social environments with high stressors due to living situations such as poverty, homelessness, and violence in the family relationships or community, can be a major blow on a teen’s self-esteem. Death of a friend or family death gives teens a tangible understanding of their mortality and many turn to teen poetry to release frustrations and attempt to find answers to life’s questions. Sad Teen Poems express feelings of hopelessness, depression, suicide, and despair. The poems cover topics such as cutting, loss of love and friendship, cheating between boyfriend and girlfriend, break ups and family problems.
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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