Adolescence Poems - Poems about Adolescence

There was a lamp post, just one, in the middle of a field at night— no road leading to it, no fence surrounding it, just light standing there like a question no one asked, glowing for no one. The ache in my chest opened wide when I saw it— a hollow, bottomless thing, like longing without direction, and I fell in. I thought: If that’s the light, then...

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Once, colours bloomed beneath my fingertips, A world alive in every waxy line. With careless joy, I painted paper ships And skies where suns and silver moons would shine. Each shade, a song of summers never gray, Of laughter loud, of barefoot, grassy trails. But now those hues have slowly slipped away, Replaced by ticking clocks and grown-up tales. The red of courage...

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It was the first time I heard the dove’s low call— three minor notes stretched thin across a motionless prairie on a shimmering hot afternoon, the kind where even shadows try not to move. I felt like I should be in mourning too— but for what, I didn’t know or had forgotten. Black Cats and Roman candles found no customers that day, just heat, and a solitary...

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A soggy teddy bear lay on the shoulder of the highway— head twisted, limbs askew, its damp fur clinging to gravel and its sightless eyes beseeching heaven. I watched from the backseat, wondering if it was dropped in sorrow or thrown in rage, or left behind after something that didn’t leave anything else. Two women in white nightgowns ran across their front lawn on a frosty full...

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bursts of laughter in the playground where the inner child of grandparents on a high ignores age restrictions - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ...

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She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline, Her crown, heavy with my wasted want. Never knows best, a fault of design. Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine, A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt. She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline. The arson of anger will never confine, For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt Never knows best, a...

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Notes app poetry Easy to write at 3 AM in bed With a bowl of Cheetos balancing on my stomach Notes app poetry Harder to convey And say Your juvenile heartbreak In a way that lets others respect Your words and your rhymes Notes app poetry Fun to write But never fun to publish Do you want people...

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Love, do I know you? Then why can't I recollect A single time I dared to say I loved someone With no trace of my family in them? Sometimes, drowning In the rabbithole, I'd wonder, and then realise I'd never admitted to myself, That I too had my dose Of crushes and elusive love, The usual spice of adolescence. ...

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I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright. If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty And come into our “own right”. I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute. People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an ogre,...

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My tender youth Untouched and fragile Unfazed by the ticking of time Challenges Behavior and rules Eventful and demanding Thoughts and reflections Milking the cows in the barn five o'clock in the morning before...

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We are taught not to like ourselves, from a young age it is a shame to know you are beautiful, yet beauty is in everyone, why can't we see that, see our worth, without seeking validation from others. one day you will shout it from the rooftops you are beautiful. after years of not feeling worthy, you will realise you are....

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One day, the boy becomes a man When it happens he hardly knows, It seems to have been a noble plan Some say that’s just how it goes. For oft he’d heard, “Boy, grow up!” Followed by this, “Act like a man!” First, he noticed a strange hiccup Then, he sounded like a frogman. He outgrew all of his favorite jeans. They said he...

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I am wiping every tear of my younger self in this reality She cries near my window every night I bring makeup wipes for her because her mascara always ran I bring water for her because I know she's been chugging energy drinks to stay awake because of what's been happening at home I bring our...

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I emerged from the chrysalis of childhood and adolescence birthed once again into this world a woman beaten, battered, and sore cold and confused Nothing was at all what I’d been led to believe that I’d been promised by people in the past who would say with confidence with wits like mine I’d go far Colors faded from the resplendent hues...

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Words To Mislead You! I misjudge you, misjudge and only misjudge to know your parts, sides unexplored, to know your thoughts, words unexplored, to know your heart, emotions swirled up, to misjudge you... I mislead you, mislead and only mislead to know your path, taken alone, to know your side, routed alone, to know your aim, only to wait, to mis-lead you!... I doubt...

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