12th Grade Poems | Examples of 12th Grade Poetry

These are your words of life— not shouted, but breathed, not carved in stone, but whispered gently in your ear. I carry them inside me like the hush before a song, like the salt before the sea. I write them now because silence is a kind of death when the world is deep in sleep, and still dreaming. There are those who hurt with hands, with laws, with sharpened...

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He came with dust upon his coat, The sun behind him dying red, And in his voice the echo hung Of lands where ancient dreams lie dead. He spoke of seas with lilac skies, Of stars that sang above the foam, Of gardens lost beyond the years— And none of it was home. He told me tales of lovers pale Who wept beneath a...

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She weaves her truths with thread so thin, The needle slips and lies begin. A charming grin, a steady gaze— Yet words distort in subtle haze. She speaks of feats she’s never done, A war she fought, a race she won. No shame, no pause, no hint of doubt, Just tales that twist themselves about. A shifting past, a fiction’s bloom, Each room she...

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Heavy night settles- ochre sparks evanesce mute as sinking ash....

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i want to return to my home, my paradise my home away from home, my HOME, defining home the place we feel most comfortable, loved, and protected, my home is my family, i feel distant and lost far away from home, i feel deserted and abandoned, i feel dark, disoriented, and too reserved, i want to be known , discovered, and mingled...

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why must you be this way, we came united and you know our ways, you spreaded your wings and left, you have forgotten of what we descended of, and you left us ashamed, i cry alone in the dark, awaiting for your return, but in the end its just stone cold, i wish you came back but it will never be true....

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They say They say opposites attract, I suppose they were right to think that especially for us. For i was naive and you wanted to deceive I was as pure as the driven snow And you were dark like the concept of a Jane Doe. Opposites attract. You secretly wanted to attack, I just wanted you to love me back. You...

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i stitched my heart into quiet lines, shared them here one post at a time but this isn’t just a page it’s a place i begin a dream once whispered now asking for wings Friends! I've created an Instagram page and it's - almost.thirty.barely.grown I also have a GoFundMe going for my debut book which I will need help funding! I will share the link here,...

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Losing a friend sucks Losing hope in your crush sucks Waiting for people to change sucks Finding out you comfort hoodie in dirty sucks If I keep going I’d cry and that sucks So let me change one letter And turn the word into bucks Or let me put my headphones on And go watch some ducks As...

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In the quiet of the night, when the world feels cold, A fire in your chest keeps refusing to fold. Every scar a story, every tear a fight, You're the storm in the shadows, a beacon of light. Through the rubble and the rain, you stand so tall, Every time you rise, they pray you’ll fall....

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Welcome to my life—it's a wild ride with twists and drops that leave me breathless, mirroring the storms within. Heavy chains pull at me, and though I rise, gravity reminds me of my place—unseen, just echoes left behind. Some days, I feel weightless, lifted by joy, soaring beyond doubt into a kingdom of sky, every breath...

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The chaos in my heart Won’t allow for anything less Than feeling love amplified Heightened, magnified, buzzing Intensity to the extreme To care for is to cherish To want is to yearn for To miss is to crave I don’t love, I consume I encapsulate and devour I envelope and obsess My soul cannot bear the thought Of living without love...

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A day, once, when you were just a name. A name, once, and then it all changed. Changed, once, and never again. God, please— never again. I don't want to look back one day And think on these memories And realize that the pain has numbed Yes it hurts Yes— yes, it hurts And I don't want it to stop I don't want you to...

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I never reached out for your hand— Fingers interlacing, hearts intertwining. My words blistered on my tongue, And I tucked the unanswered glances Back into silence, Like love letters never sent. What do I do with the love I couldn't give? I'll bleed it onto blank white pages, Ink running from my arteries. My stanzas will contain The glory of my memories, And my metaphors...

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Bliss as words like wine pour over a pure slate, staining it with their meaning and reddening it with their tones. Fervor takes over; the scene unfolds like something already decided as one letter follows another like drops from a chalice, dripping until it overflows. My neck is craned from fatigue and out of reverence as ideas become flesh before my eyes. Each word is holy— each...

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