Teens Poems

Teens poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of teens poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on teens are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Shakespeare In The Park

Shakespeare In The Park short poem

Torrents swept the gutters Mercutio ran in from the parking lot hoping there would be no stabbings under Romeo’s arm today frogs felt the building mud and croaked atypical for Seattle at any time haunted house thunder shook the aged

Poems containing references to : Teens

Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood

Streaming Beauty Of Womanhood short poem

Born a girl, but, I was raised as a boy In teens I was not girly, a TOMBOY My walk and talk were not feminine I used boy’s stuff showing masculine My nose and ears were not pierced I hated

Dot Of Life

Dot Of Life short poem

Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

A Beautiful April Morning

A Beautiful April Morning short poem

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

The Whitworths

The Whitworths prose poem

It was both a complicated and a simpler place and time A very noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime A place though legally dry, yet filled with moonshine and wine Where peace and freedom were purchased by

The Unsung Song

The Unsung Song long poem

Like a moth inside the cocoon, Waiting to kiss the bright sun, Growing its wings in silence, Slowly losing its innocence. The girl next to me seems pretty, My talks to her sweet and witty, I learned a new word

Hello Computer

Hello Computer short poem

There are brightened screens on lazy afternoons, Queue up for a weekend getaway from our dull bedrooms, What’s your age, sex and location? Are you here for rendezvous or recreation? Thirty Sally whose a housewife, is looking for illusions, to

An Eternal Romantic

An Eternal Romantic poetry books

A scintillating though oftentimes sad story, An Eternal Romantic poignantly narrates Indira’s journey from a teenager in love to a middle aged woman. Despite the vicissitudes of love, she continues to be in love with the idea of love. Indira

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

Teen Life

Teen Life short poem

What is teenage do you really know? Biologically it’s the time you grow The time when hormones start to flow When when what you feel you can not show. Some say it is the time you start to fight You

Her Life’s Journey

Her Lifes Journey short poem

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

Someday My Clyde

Someday My Clyde ode

Someday Someday I’ll wake up before the alarm Kiss your forehead while u sleep in my arms Flip our pancakes Focusing for my ambulance You will change bad to good. Give teens another chance. Showing the light thats inside Leading

In Clouds

In Clouds short poem

You walk on burning embers like a black stone to meet the end before beginning on empty landscape. What was the need to cross a saviour? Death had the wedding anniversary in a garden – full of blessings for the

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Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

The Return Of A Lost Lover

The Return Of A Lost Lover short poem

Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence long poem

We met, a random act of coincidence We talked, I figured we had some sort of relevance Never in my time has someone lent me an ear so much, trust me I commend your patience Small talks, random brawls, A

Molten Anger

Molten Anger short poem

And, it tore through dumb claim; the fakes had commingled with the truth. Nowhere my soul found peace. One by one shadows were losing their skeletons. The tarnished face was forced to recant its nose and shrank into hole. Blood

The Cherry Tree

The Cherry Tree long poem

There was a Cherry Tree, In our house at Number Three; It was a variety from Singapore, Presented by a friend, now no more. On the western side of our house, To be away from the straying cows; It was

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! short poem

Faceless void, rapacious throng jostling bodies, pulsating song Bacchus entrailed minds strobe lighting that blinds words uttered, meanings drowned strangers all, though friends abound arrhythmic, gyrating the moves predatory stance of wolves lives fragmented, delusions of gaiety facile bonds, sacrificed

I Wanna Meet You Again

I Wanna Meet You Again short poem

I never knew who you were? A princess , queen or an angel from heaven I dont know from where you come and where you go? But I wanna meet you again The misty benches of memories Do encompass the

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons

Ever Since I Was Woken Up By Weapons long poem

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Age Knocked On My Door

Age Knocked On My Door short poem

My head is in a real bad state My memory is running late I feel like I am going mad My eyesight now is really bad My teeth have now come to an end Impossible to ever mend My confidence

My Princess

My Princess short poem

Me, in my morning rush hour cook scrub and clean a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle screams and orders me to stop to listen to her melody ‘stop your chores, spare me your ear I thought you missed me’ my

Drumming

Drumming short poem

in hired spring and naked thighs the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The mania had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial smiles, the swords, and ropes and

World Through Your Eyes

World Through Your Eyes long poem

I flew to a great height Working hard day and night With pride all along my flight With everyone to cite Fate stuck with a smite cut the chord of my kite Which was thick and tight And I fell

Lost

Lost long poem

Lost in my needs and wants is more than I can handle. Then I feel a hand warm and gentle. Lost in my sadness and grief. It is all I can do to believe. There has to be more to

Wounded

Wounded prose poem

From the sneaky shadows and frightful darkness, his saddened soul released terrifying wickedness. Things which had died, arose from deep inside. Perhaps it didn’t really demise, but simply hide. Even he was surprised, but dismissed his pride. Our own heart

The Secret

The Secret short poem

It’s a secret Not for the Loathsome For if they knew exactly what to do They will vilificate it Written in code Only in pictures like a puzzle All you have known Was don’t believe what you see or hear

I Adore You Girl

I Adore You Girl short poem

You wonder why I so love to write, Coz’ I got this so feeling that seems to be right! Found this girl who is a figure of life, Just love her like my well future wife. She painted me things

Confession…

Confession... short poem

As I stare at the empty skies, I hear myself amidst the solitude of night. I close my eyes and think deep About my faith and identity at risk. I am caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Fear, anger, desire

Singularities – Part 2

Singularities   Part 2 short poem

Near is very far space, time, continuum, still there’s a vastness that appals chemotherapy, white walls scurrying through the corridors of the christie this monday morning early meeting Emile, yes, named after Jean Jacques’ eponymous hero, married at the weekend,

Someone Needs To Love You

Someone Needs To Love You long poem

Someone needs to love you Hell is just a destination, Something for us to fear. You can’t stop your destiny friend, You can only live right here. Right now is where the heart beats, Right now is the time, Tomorrow

Your Day

Your Day short poem

Spiraling breeze , Tangere sky Sunder clouds , White light spy Dark cease , Silence erase Dew tatter , Essence raise Chill tickled , Buds bloom Celestial lit , Vanishing gloom Birds warble , Leaves rustle Butterfly vie , Wishing

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

It Hurts Too Much

It Hurts Too Much long poem

Her abuse of my naivety left a gaping wound; the cloaking (but never healing) of that wound made me hard and cold. ​She was sweet and sincere She dried my tears She was sympathetic And somewhat poetic She drew me

The Hills Are Alive!

The Hills Are Alive! ode

Swooping gradients, hairpin bends The sun in gold softly descends Heavens painted in crimson hues Evening birds darting through Cypresses swing in welcome mists, Gentle breezes sigh and hiss I cast my eyes on beauteous scene With pleasant vales, villages

Requiem for Sib: The Greatest Gift

Requiem for Sib: The Greatest Gift short poem

In the often abject monotony of life, Amidst all the trials and troubles that abound, I asked the Lord, who is my Creator, “Why am I forsaken, God? Alone, with no one to hold close? Who shall I turn to

Heartily Smile

Heartily Smile prose poem

She smiled every day And I returned her the same on my way! She smiled every day And I walked by just the same way! She smiled at every face That crossed her sight and that I wanted to be

Tears

Tears long poem

Tears can be happy or tears can be sad, To embrace the good or regret the bad, They can be a sure sign of letting go, Trusting your heart when your head says no. Tears can show wisdom where there