Poems about Teen Life

Poems about Teen Life

Poems about Life

The adolescent years are turbulent and unsettled. Poems by teens can be so dark that it may be painful for others to read. Mood swings are common, relationships with parents, siblings and friends are full of ups and downs. One day they are your BFF and the next they've turned on you. Constant arguing with parents over boundaries and priorities can make parents look back fondly at even the terrible twos. Love and relationships enter teen's lives for the very first time, choices regarding sexuality, promiscuity, and responsibility are all new. Is it any wonder that teen poetry is so intense?

111 Poems about Life as a Teen

  1. 1. Daddy, Don't Be Scared

    • By Jade E. Mcnullen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    I'm 14 and This is a poem I wrote about my experience when my dad had cancer two years ago.

    Awaiting the news, we feared the worst and hoped for the best.
    Life was about to put my family through an unforgettable test
    Mom came in, evidence on her face, that daddy wasn't okay
    "daddy has cancer" mom cried "we won't see him for a couple of days"

    I didn't sleep that night, that night was one of the worst
    I have never been to a funeral before, and I feared daddy's would be my first
    I cried myself to sleep, and little did I get
    I wasn't ready to lose my only father yet

    After the surgery, I visited Daddy, and I don't mean to be rude
    But seeing him like this scared me, he looked like a skeleton decorated in tubes
    It was exceptionally difficult not to cry, but I tried oh so hard
    I walked over, hugged Daddy tight, and handed him my home-made card

    It said: Daddy I hope you get well soon, I know you'll be okay
    It's okay to be scared, we'll visit you everyday.
    And when you get home, things will change, we won't ever fight, it's true.
    Daddy never give up, keep on fighting...
    I never want to lose you.

    As his eyes scanned across the page, tears welled up in his eyes.
    That was the first day I've ever seen my Daddy cry.
    We hugged for forever, cried together, and quickly did time pass.
    I never wanted to stop saying "I love you" for fear it would be the last.

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  3. 2. The Teenage Years

    I didn't enjoy grades 6 and up. I kept losing friends.

    Poem About Life As A Teen

    We learn from our mistakes,
    From the wrong turns we take,
    From the fake friends we make,
    And from the times we almost break.

    Our mistakes help us grow,
    But at the time, we didn't know.
    We didn't want our weakness to show.
    At the time, we couldn't let them know.

    Our fake friends were there,
    But they didn't actually care
    Our secrets they would share,
    And now as we pass, they just stare.

    Not breaking means you're strong.
    You'd know where you went wrong,
    As if you weren't waiting so long
    To explain yourself, but stay strong.

    So here's to the liars and traitors,
    All the wannabes and haters
    And learning from our mistakes
    And learning to spot the fakes.

    Here's to being a teen
    Live it up, 'cause we're living the dream.

    Poem About Life As A Teen, The Teenage Years

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  5. 3. Complication

    This is really just about how I feel at the moment. Everyone has turned on me, and it's hard to change your life after you already have a reputation. Love all y'all! Thanks for reading...

    Poem About Change In Life

    In a world filled with changes
    each and every day,

    I feel I'm being judged
    for what I do and say.

    I remember back to Barbies
    and play days at the park,

    When I didn't worry about
    other people's remarks.

    Now looking in the mirror,
    I see, to my surprise,

    A completely different person
    staring in my eyes.

    The carefree little girl
    I saw at 4 and 5

    Is now becoming a teen
    Just trying to survive.

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  6. 4. From A Teenager's Side

    • By Olivia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

    I just wrote this poem wondering about my own life, but the situation is quite better now! :)

    Negative Comments Given To Teens

    I hear my mom scream,
    "Bags, books, your comb, and cream
    Scattered on the bed with those jeans.
    This is how you keep your room clean?"
    Do you sometimes forget that I'm a teen?

    I hear my father say,
    "Wake up, get up, and chase your dreams.
    This is the time you should choose your stream.
    Leave your Twitter, songs, and films.
    Don't waste your time in front of a computer screen."
    Well, why don't you understand? I'm a teen.

    I hear my friends complain,
    "We know it's tough, but we have to tell you,
    You can be rude without having any clue.
    It's hard to handle you during your mood swings,
    as you can go crazy 'cause you don't know what you mean."
    Why don't you get it? Like you, I'm a teen.

    I hear people say,
    "OMG! Just look at her size.
    Food and drinks? She will never compromise.
    She should diet, eat carrots and beans
    So she can squeeze into her jeans."
    Why don't you understand? I'm a teen.

    Sometimes I wonder, does anyone say,
    "She is beautiful in her own way.
    She tries her best to achieve something.
    She can be cute and crazy but never mean.
    After all, she is my sweet lil' queen.
    Please try and understand, she is a teen."

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  7. 5. Cancer

    • By Jessica Louise Wheeler
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013

    Recently I did Race for Life, I have done it a few times but this year it meant a lot more to me because my Grandma had found a lump and we thought it might be cancer. I wrote this poem the night I found out about it. Fortunately, my Grandma had the lump removed and all is okay now, but it could have been a lot worse.

    Inspirational Poem For Fighting Cancer

    One day you showed up,
    With no reason why,
    You claimed your victims,
    You've made grown men cry.

    I'm warning you now
    That we're all fighting back,
    One day we will stop
    Your unprovoked attacks.

    You've proven your point.
    You make me sick to the core.
    You've left so many waiting
    Outside of death's door.

    Enough is enough.
    You can't ruin lives forever.
    You've torn apart families
    That were happy together.

    Nobody knows
    Why you're even here.
    You're not wanted, you're hated.
    You take those that are dear.

    There's no explanation,
    But I want an answer.
    I know what you are;
    you're that murderous coward they call cancer.

    You've got nowhere to run
    And nowhere to hide.
    We are coming to get you,
    So say your final goodbyes!

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  8. 6. Contradiction

    I wrote this in 2007 when I was a teenager. I am no longer a teenager, but this still remains my favorite poem I've ever written. It was published into my high school yearbook.

    Two Sides Of Who I Am

    So full of deceit,
    My life's a contradiction.
    One day it's reality,
    The next one it's fiction.

    I'm lost without reason
    Because I made it so
    To increase the complexity
    And force myself to grow.

    I'm so full of life today,
    But tomorrow it dies.
    I'm so full of optimism,
    But a pessimist cries.

    The two extremes of who I am
    Are what I hate to be.
    I’m so scared to waste it,
    Then scared to run free.

    Can I live it day by day,
    Or do I even dare?
    I'm so full of wonder now,
    But tomorrow I won't care.

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  9. 7. I'm Lost

    I met someone. They were very special to me, and we were really close. Then people started spreading rumors about me. They believed it. It hurt so bad. Long story short, I guess they don't like me anymore.

    Poem About Missing A Former Friend

    I thought they were wrong,
    That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
    But it's true.
    I'm lost without you.
    I said I was fine, but I lied,
    Honestly, I'm broken inside.
    There are so many things I'd like to undo,
    But all I can think about is how much I miss you.
    Why does it feel like you don't mind the distance from me?
    I'm dying inside, why don't you see?
    I'd like to forget this feeling of sadness,
    But it's never been as bad as this.
    I'll just keep hoping to talk to you soon.
    It shouldn't matter though, after all, we're still under the same moon.

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  10. 8. Just Because

    • By Elizabeth
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011

    Just getting some words out there. I wrote this a long time ago, while I was in a psychiatrist's center, after getting stitches. Although I was in a bad mood the day I wrote this, I'm still proud of how far I've come on the road to my recovery. ---Luckily, I've found a way to overcome this. I was treated for my drug and alcohol abuse and my cutting.
    I've only been with one guy, and he is still my current boyfriend. I do still have issues trying not to think about my ex and the hitting, but with the help of my boyfriend, my friends, and my therapist, I'm getting over it. I'm much more happy now and I've left my old life of bad influences behind, and I'm starting my new one. Writing has helped, and maybe in time I can put my entire poetry book on here....

    Poem About Misconceptions

    Just because I cut, doesn't mean I'm emo.
    Just because I laugh, doesn't mean I'm happy.
    Just because I wear pink, doesn't mean I'm preppy.
    Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean I don't still hurt.
    Just because I'm not a virgin, doesn't mean I'm a slut.
    Just because the bruises are gone, doesn't mean I don't still feel it.

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  11. 9. The Reality Of Life

    • By Faaizah
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011

    A burning candle melts away with every second and will eventually cease to be. Our lives are burning candles which we need to understand and treasure.

    a candle light burning inside of me
    shadows bowing upon the walls illuminating us all
    the laughter the pain
    what do I gain?
    the knowledge I seek
    this era of mystique

    the pink hues
    the pretty blues
    the devil's red
    I will not be misled
    the angel's white
    will set me aright

    knowing every second is a certainty
    to I will cease to shine
    and darkness will befall
    in a form different from all
    makes me ponder
    how do I live to the fullest?
    how do I be the bravest?
    understanding is the key!
    living with no regrets is the door!

    open your mind
    Look! Don't merely see
    the ocean is not just water
    a candle is not mere light
    it's not limitless
    it's not endless
    for light is life and
    life is certain to meet death
    on this sacred journey called

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  12. 10. Just To Feel

    I was in that 'life sucks' stage when I wrote this. My parents had both left me and I was at the house alone for a while before my mother came back for me.

    I tear apart often just to feel
    to feel the pain that should be real.

    When deep in the darkness my heart still sees
    all the things I will never be.

    I look into your eyes and I see what's inside
    with the pain that I caused, there is no place to hide.

    I look back and feel that I should cry,
    but instead I sit here and I wonder why.

    Why is it that the story is always the same?
    Why is it on me they place the blame?

    If only through my eyes you could see;
    if only you could see how it feels to be me.

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  13. 11. Hope Is A Mystery

    • By Vanessa
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012

    I hate it when people hurt one another, it seems so meaningless. in the end, who's really winning. The lion or the lamb, for the lambs life is gone, but the lions satisfied with his meal. I know its the circle of life, but I just wish their was another way than to hurt one another. Why should one live and the other die?

    I don't know why
    why this world's so cruel
    it's so abusing
    We all have seen Earth's glorious mysteries
    The beautiful oceans and mountains that'll make you cry
    why must we abuse this land
    How can we reconcile
    It's hurtful and shameful
    we hurt those we love
    Betrayal and fear surround us
    I don't know why
    we all have to malign
    we're all human
    we all feel pain
    so why do we hurt one another
    and make each other cry
    to me it's an air of mystery
    But I have hope
    That someone will speak up
    and help us be one
    years from now you can ask me the same question
    how could something so beautiful end in flames
    I would tell you as I have told others before
    I don't know
    all I can do is hope
    so for now I do as I have told you
    and mark it with a star
    for every star
    there is a hope
    of every man, women, and child
    hoping for a new day
    that those billions of stars out there
    are for us to grab hold
    to not let go
    to not lose hope
    they can call them balls of fire
    I don't know
    all I know in the end
    is that we're all human
    We all feel pain
    and I'm grabbing that star
    and never letting go

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  14. 12. Change

    • By Alexus Craven
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2017

    I am a 15-year-old girl writing about change.

    The Struggle To Become A Better Person

    I tried so hard to be your perfect child,
    but in your eyes I turned out wild.
    Yeah, sometimes I did lie,
    but Mom, I really did try,
    and I'm still trying to change to this day.
    Trying to change my horrible ways,
    trying to be a better sister and daughter,
    but problems just flow like water.
    My eyes are burning from the tears.
    Just look what happened to our relationship over the years,
    but now I will try if you do too,
    'cause Mommy, I'm trying to change for you.

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  15. 13. Summertime

    • By Raheim Robinson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015

    My name is Ra'heim Robinson. I am a 16-year-old teenager from Mississippi who likes to write poems in my spare time. My future plans are to serve in the U.S. Air Force, but if my poems are good enough to sell, then I would like to become a poet.

    The Excitement Of Summer

    Longer days and shorter nights,
    Darker shades and brighter lights.
    Louder music and wilder friends,
    No need for pencils, no need for pens!

    The parties are turned up,
    The grills are burnt up.
    The drinks are getting drunk up,
    Everybody is pumped up!

    Make these days the time of your life,
    And make the nights just as right.
    This time only comes once a year,
    So live it up, don't have any fears.

    Everybody's happy, and the girls are fine,
    You already know it's summertime!

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  16. 14. Hockey

    • By Erica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2017

    I am a teenager who has been secretly writing poetry since I was in fourth grade. I never told anyone about my poetry because most of the things I wrote about were very private. This is the first poem I have ever shown anyone. I am new at being a teenager, and I am on the journey to discovering myself. My dad took me to one NHL game, and from the moment it started I knew this is what I was born to do, so I wrote this poem to express that emotion. I love hockey, and I hope you love my poem.

    Sports Fan's Love Of The Game

    From the very first moment I saw them all,
    I knew that this was who I wanted to be.
    With my eyes wide open, looking around,
    "Does everyone else see what I see?"

    This is my life. It means the world to me.
    This is my love, who I'm meant to be.
    This is the calling of my destiny
    This is me.

    I sit on the porch and think of that night.
    I was standing so close to fame.
    He looked at me. I swear he glanced.

    This is so much more than a game.

    With a spray of snow and a spit on the ice,
    He took the faceoff with pride.
    He didn't even look back twice
    As he flew to the offending side.

    He passed it to Skinner who handled the puck
    And carried it up the seam.
    I pressed my eyes shut, just hoping for luck
    And then I heard the crowd scream.

    I jumped in unison with the crowd.
    Sirens blasting the stadium dome.
    I'd never heard anything quite so loud.

    I knew I was finally home.

    Hockey has been in me all along.
    I just needed to know my own name,
    To be able to see it was calling ME,

    To see this is more than a game.

    So I've said it before, and I'll say it again.
    I'd tell the whole world without shame
    This is the calling that comes from my heart.

    This will always be more than a game.

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  17. 15. Which Of Me?

    I wrote this after my boyfriend proposed. I wrote this basically because I was confused as to why anyone could love me.

    Why Do You Love Me Poem

    What could you possibly see when you sit there and stare back at me?
    The porcelain mask that's painted perfectly,
    or what's truly underneath?
    Do you see the costume of my sweet serenity,
    or the torn roots around my feet?
    Is it my pretty little smile,
    or the frozen screams behind my teeth?
    Perhaps it's the strength that I portray,
    or the weakness that I hide?
    Do you believe what I have told them,
    or do you know that I have lied?
    Do you take in my composed innocence,
    or the demons of my restless mind?
    Do you think that I'm really living,
    or do you know that I've already died?

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  18. 16. Finding Meaning In A Changing World

    • By Taylor L. Lanoue
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018

    Hello everyone! My name is Taylor Lanoue. I am a senior in high school who is also taking college classes at my local community college. Within these college classes, I am taking a creative writing course. I wrote this poem based on the stress and pressure I am feeling at the moment to get my life together before graduation and pick a career path. At the moment, I am applying to as many scholarships as I can and they are stressing me out. Hope everyone likes it!

    Teens Experiencing Stress And Pressure

    The light I find in life is only temporary.
    Each day gets harder with each breath I take.
    The days grow, and I become wary,
    For this feeling of woe I cannot shake.

    I know I am not the only one feeling this way.
    Time is ticking and life is moving.
    I'm having trouble keeping the monsters at bay.
    They wait in hiding, each one unmoving.

    My life flashing before my eyes.
    Each day the darkness consumes my heart,
    Knowing all too well I need not tell lies.
    Struggling to keep myself from falling apart.

    Moving forward in this life so bitter and gray,
    Looking for sunshine in the gloomiest day.

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  19. 17. I'm No Different From You

    • By Geneve
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009

    I hate when people judge me by the way I look, because life is still hard for me each and every day. That's why I rather laugh now and cry later.

    Poem About Being Yourself

    People just look at me,
    Look enough to stare,
    Not noticing the inside of me.
    They just look at the clothes I wear.
    They don't know how I feel.
    They think I'm always glad,
    But there's something they don't know.
    I'm the one who's feeling sad.
    They think I always win,
    But really I always lose.
    They think my life is so great,
    But they couldn't stay one day in my shoes.
    You may think I'm strong.
    You may think I'm tough,
    But you have no idea my life is so rough.
    Every time I'm in my room
    You'll see water go down my eyes.
    You'll ask me what's wrong.
    I'll put on a fake disguise.
    People say that I am too good to get hurt,
    But I'm just like everyone else.
    I wish that could work.
    Everybody says I look too good
    And I'm just a tease,
    But I cry my eyes out then put on a cheese.
    When love came into my life,
    Surprisingly that was something I feared.
    I never thought I'd be feeling like this in all my 16 years.
    Yes, I've been in love.
    Yes, I got hurt.
    You would have thought all she does is fight and flirt,
    But you are wrong about everything.
    I was wrong about it too.
    Now I see love's agony
    And what it can do.
    That's why I'm here,
    To throw away this stress and strife,
    To start all over,
    Maybe a new life,
    But people over here
    Are the same as over there.
    They just look at your appearance
    And the style of your hair,
    Never to look at the inside of me,
    Never to care.
    I was brought into this world,
    Realizing life's not fair,
    So if you really think...
    I look too good,
    I dress too nice,
    I never get hurt,
    I'll never stay by a guy's side,
    And the word love
    I can't describe.
    You're wrong about that too.
    I'm just like everyone else around me...I'm just like you.

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  20. 18. Me Is Who I Want To Be!

    • By Cassy Yeaney
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2012

    This poem is me, it's who I am, and only real friends accept that, I learned that lesson the hard way. I hope you don't learn it the same way

    School is meant to be sociable
    Home is meant to be unnoticeable

    School is a place to roam
    Home is a place to be alone

    School is me
    Home is me

    Don't catch me in-between
    I can get very mean

    My personality is not the same
    Sometimes I feel my life is truly a game

    It's not my fault at home I read
    But at school I like to debate and lead

    No one knows the real me
    Some days not even me

    So please don't try to change me
    Because I am me and me is who I want to be

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  21. 19. Came From A Seed

    • By Sheehan Desjardins
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    I wrote this poem for my social class, comparing it to how slavery was hundreds of years ago. I wanted to show that how slaves were treated was unfair, and it was hurtful, although the people at the time didn't notice it, like us with weeds.

    Each Person Is Important

    I stand here in the field alone;
    I'm a dandelion with no home.
    The people never water me.
    They say, "That's no flower, just a weed."
    But underneath the "just a weed,"
    I am still a life that came from a seed.
    I am not that different from a rose or a daisy,
    But still people will call me lazy.
    America's not where I'm supposed to be,
    But people brought me here; I am not free.
    You say I'm stupid, you say I'm dumb,
    You poison me, so I feel numb.
    I'm like a slave, no one cares.
    I'm still a flower that's everywhere.
    If I were a rose, you'd hold me tight,
    Bring me home, show me the light.
    A rose has thorns, I don't understand.
    A rose is hurtful when held in a hand.
    I have no thorns; I'm as soft as can be,
    But you still hurt, poison, and step on me.
    You brought me here years ago,
    On big ships filled with cargo.
    If you hated me so much, then why
    Did you take me away so I could die?
    I used to feel special; people used to care.
    I was treated like other flowers, I was treated fair.
    But in America, I'm sad, confused, and lonely.
    All I ever wanted was someone to hold me,
    But I guess I was wrong. I guess that's not right.
    Why hold a dandelion? A rose is a prettier sight.
    Please remember that underneath the "just a weed"
    I am still a flower...I still came from a seed.

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  22. 20. Teen Life

    • By Nessie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016

    This poem is about teen life and struggles.

    Poem About The Struggles Of Teen Life

    When you are a teen, life is so sad.
    When you are a teen, you think of the life you had.
    When you are a teen, you stop believing in fairy tales
    And just start going after all the males.

    When I was little, I was looking forward to
    My teenage years,
    But now I can't wait for them to pass
    Or maybe just disappear.

    Hormones come in,
    Bff's become snots,
    Nerds become hot,
    And you can't help but think criticizing thoughts.

    I didn't think teen life would be like this.
    I didn't think teen life would be a thing you'd want to miss.

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