Teen Poems | Poems About Life as a Teenager

It’s a warning. If I perish, I perish But I will not shut up. Lust is not love. **** is not harmless. Masturbation is not a phase. I lived it Not ‘cause I was raised wrong, But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve. Yeah, twelve. One click, and my innocence died behind a glowing screen. Don’t tell me this is normal. Normal ain’t...

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I can’t do it anymore. They tell me to do what I think is right. But what I think is right, It seems to be wrong. Suicide. Maybe it’s simply just a word to you But the day that I leave you, The horrible day that seems closer everyday, Is also the day when my parents are the most...

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There are nights I want to tell him. Nights I want to break down completely and admit that this doesn’t end the way he thinks it will. I imagine his face if I said it out loud. That I’m dying, that no medicine will undo it, that the slow fade has already begun. I imagine...

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He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head. He knows how my legs give out without warning, how my balance slips like a thread snapping,...

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The sickness is quiet, like the way winter creeps in. First with a chill, then with a silence so heavy it makes your ears ring. I carry it in my bones, in the soft tissue of my ribs, in the tiny thread between heartbeats that whispers: it’s not much longer...

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Everyone believes the news Until it's all disproved In some dramatic fashion When the headlines cash in Everyone tells their family Their family tells their friends It doesn't matter what direction The story comes to in the end Forge a brand new enemy Force hatred upon me Exterminate the likes We won't have better lives "Truth" born out of rumors Rumors borne with fantasy Taken by the big names Taken...

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I want... Well- It's just- like... Oh, give me some decency. Don't tell me to tell you what I want when you won't even tell me how you feel. Don't expect me to do all of the lifting, it is both of our responsibilities. Don't let this fall on me, to tell you what I think when you won't even tell me...

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The appeal of blonde hair never spoke to me until now I was content with the plain brown But then your blue gaze snagged onto mine And now it’s taking all I have not to drown. ...

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Ariana Grande had many teenage fans girls went to her concerts, in different lands Then a bomb went off in Manchester killed 22 Revenge, ideology, a toxic stew Girls liked to sing along with Taylor Swift But in the alienated mind there was a rift He stabbed little girls at a Swiftie themed class Three of them died, there's a question we...

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Wonderful love dreams thrilled young Cali. She sung of such with good friend, Sally. Extraordinary and precocious, her thoughts felt expialidocious. Expialidocious were heart thumps. Precocious fantasies raised goosebumps. Sally thought her love, fragalistic. Cali said, "joy's not fatalistic." For Cali, hushed love was great enough....

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I want to write love poems About what i feel inside But every instinct i have Just tells me to hide I bleed on paper I write out my blues So how can i change And write happy things too? I keep the hopeful thoughts locked up Tucked close to my heart “Let no person see it, No word line or part” ...

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Embryonic Stage So comfy and warm Not feeling a hint of harm Oh, what’s happening Birth Good grief, it’s so cold O’er and o’er again was told “Beautiful baby” Child Age Play sports, make good grades Life’s full of adventure days Hates vegetables Teen Years It’s an awkward age Parents struggle through this stage Just stay sane through it Young Adult Years Leaving home first time Into unknown, a steep...

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FYI BEFORE READ. this was made as a personal note to a stepsister i lost over time, this is more of a note then a true poem. but i felt the need to share. A sinner Was I born this way? Did I change after that night? Was I born as impure as I am now? or was...

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“I’m so glad you’re alive” I told you this, maybe a little too soon With Nyx painting shadows on our faces it was a little too dark But you’re eyes were transfixed completely on mine And I was completely aware That it was a little too beautiful for just the second day I met you a little too late I wish you could’ve...

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In a world of colors, bright and bold, Lives a kid named Cat, with a story untold. With a heart full of dreams, and a spirit so free, Yet trapped in a body that doesn’t agree. They walk through the halls, a smile on their face, But inside, they feel...

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