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?
31 Life as a Teen
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1. The Teenage Years
Poem About Life As A TeenWe 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. Latest Shared StoryAll my friends around me are fake...they can notice you if they need you, and they only want you to do their homework...your poem is beautiful. Keep it up.
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2. From A Teenager's Side
Negative Comments Given To TeensI 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."Latest Shared StoryI also don't understand why people don't get it that we are just teens. We do things that teens do. Why don't they understand the teenage stage? I mean, they also went through it, but still,...
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3. Contradiction
Two Sides Of Who I AmSo 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.
Latest Shared StoryGreat poem, Storm. To me as an emergency services working and PTSD sufferer, it alludes to the need to care about and support each other and to be grateful for those special people in our...
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4. Hockey
Sports Fan's Love Of The GameFrom 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.
Hockey.
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. -
5. Came From A Seed
Each Person Is ImportantI 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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6. Fairytale Girl
Being Secure With Who You AreI'm not that girl who's loved by all.
Don't wear dresses or go to balls.
I'm not the kind who likes to sing.
Don't dream of wearing a diamond ring.
I've watched the movies
A hundred times.
Promises of a tall, dark,
And handsome
Boy in disguise.
But I know there's more out there
Waiting for me.
My dreams come in
A different variety.
My blue jeans,
My sneakers,
My hopes and dreams
Have a fairytale ending
Just for me.
So goodbye Cinderella,
'Cause I'm on a roll.
Don't need a prince charming
To have or to hold.
The way I am is perfect,
No doubt in my mind.
I'm different, I guess,
And I guess I don't mind.Latest Shared StoryI am like this. I do not want a prince charming in life. I am strong enough to take care of myself, and I will be independent as well. Super proud to be a girl!
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7. Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
A Poem About Unhealthy Expectations For WomenMirror, mirror, on the wall,
I have an inquiry, it's not at all small
Cinderella, tall and fair,
Does she ever worry about her skin or her hair?
Oh, Snow White, fairest in the land,
Does she get insecure about her arms or her hands?
Beautiful Aurora, sweet, yet not witty,
Does she cringe when people say, "Well, at least you're pretty"?
Kind and smart Belle, always stuck in a book,
Does it hurt when they say, "Women should just clean and cook"?
Elsa, the ice queen with a loving sister,
Does she scoff when people say, "You need a mister"?
Warrior Mulan, courageous and strong,
Is she ever told, "Be more ladylike, you're sitting wrong"?
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
Does she ever wonder if people even care?
Do they ever find fault in their thighs or their hips?
Do they ever critique their nose or their lips?
I'm not a flawless princess, not a picture of perfection
I'm a normal, modern girl left with criticism and correction. -
8. Who Am I?
Poem About An Identity CrisisI try to be the good girl,
The girl who has it all together,
But I'm not.
I'm the girl crumbling into pieces trying to find herself,
The girl who isn't sure who she is but knows what she has to be,
But that isn't the real me.
The real me wants to escape from that trapped box of everyone's expectations.
It seems impossible.
I want to find me.
But it seems to be the hardest thing that can be.
Who I am is up to me, but you see,
No one seems understand that part of me.Latest Shared StoryThis poem is so relatable, at least to my life. Those expectations everybody has for us are so much bigger that in trying to achieve them we lose ourselves and then a time comes when we...
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9. Life Is Worth A Try
Poem About The Necessity Of TrailsAlong this huge labyrinth
That we call life,
You will face great trials,
Adversity, and strife.
Now pay attention,
Because life is tough.
I have a few words
To help you face bad stuff.
My message is that
When the going is rough,
There is still a lot of hope,
Even though life is tough.
Follow your heart!
Stay safe and secure,
Because darkness can strike
When you are unsure.
Although the world's dark,
There's still much light!
Even though it may seem
As though life's a huge fight.
Amid all the trials,
Life really is neat.
You are here to learn,
Which is quite a treat!
You will go through hard times,
As everyone should,
Because without all the bad,
How can we know good?
If our lives were easy,
If we couldn't fall,
And without all the trials,
Will we learn at all?
The answer is no.
The trials are there
To help us grow stronger
And to help us prepare
For what glory we'll gain
After we die.
Though the trials are hard,
Life is worth a try! -
10. Blank Paper
Poem About Writing PoetryA piece of colored paper,
with no dialogue or animation,
can strike a drawer's
or writer's utter fascination.
When an extra hand comes in contact,
with a rectangle that is clear,
as taping a pencil stresses,
to think of an idea.
With so many different options,
that might all be the same,
when they are all put together,
it could just have a name.
But if tried a little harder,
to think of what to write,
then just maybe the page,
won't forever stay white.
A page can hold secrets,
that many try to find,
though will never be found,
unless you use your mind.
It could have a certain type of meaning,
that a teacher tries to test,
with changes here and there,
so the students have no rest.
A page can be a canvas,
to the drawers with a need,
to take out their emotions,
so their mind can be freed.
But just one little mistake,
just one little tear,
ssrrcchh goes the canvas,
one less picture for a fair.
A page can be a story,
for writer determination,
to inspire many children,
with great imagination.
They can be about heroes,
that have armor as shiny as the sun,
that fight medieval dragons,
until every deed is done.
Many people have trouble,
when they are given the chance,
it's only for areas on,
so your skills can be enhance.
A blank sheet in front of you,
is a great possible thing,
if you just use your imagination,
who knows what it will bring.Latest Shared StoryLife is full of regrets. Well lets say I was born to face all these horrible things and make all these mistakes but even today the question is why don't we get caution signs so we can know...
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11. Those Hunting Eyes
The Agony Of A Virgin GirlEyes of my admirers afar are near,
they sees in me a maiden rose,
they spied as I emerge at the sea-shore,
bathing my feet and hairs
Eyes of my admirers are by and here,
counting my beads,
eyeing as I grow each teat,
they kneels as I bend and stretch when I turn
As I solo my voice in the air like birds of desert trees,
they drawn nearer to hunt,
hunting my shadow,
until they taste of me they rest not
They chorused my beauty abroad,
this one, they say is goddess and pure,
must be from sea or fallen from heaven
whatever is her price they've sworn to pay
With glitter'n and glitz they proposed to love till death,
till this virgin root is cut-off,
wallowing in the belly of these hunters,
till my rose be no more red,
then eyes of my admirers will dim. -
12. The Life Of A Teenage Girl
Look how she's changed,
Look how she's grown,
The personality changes
I should have known
The make up she wears,
Each day it gets thicker
Why is she doing this?
To grow up quicker?
The days she comes in
She runs to her room
Is it really possible,
Too feel so much gloom?
The tears in her eyes,
Her heart as it breaks
She will learn to realize
Her minor mistakes
I cuddle her in
I miss times like this
The young girl that smiled
My gorgeous 'Little miss'
Now her dancing, and prancing
The games we did play
Her sorrow, it drifts memories
So many miles away
I call her down
As I do each time
To ask her to share with me
The troubles of her prime
The response was different
To the one I used to know
She stared up at me
She was beginning to let go
The stories she told
The rumours she'd heard
No wonder my princess
Had not said a word
The thing she said next
Opened my eyes
To a world I'd never known
A world of hurt and hated and lies
'Mum' she said
As the tales unfurled
'This is the life,
Of a Teenage Girl'Latest Shared StoryWe all come from different countries all over the world to connect with each other over the same topic. We find that most parents are the same. They hold so many ambitions and tie us as if we...
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13. How Hard Life Can Be Rap
Advice from A Guy PoemWell I'm here to tell you about how hard life can be,
It's a really challenging game as you can see,
There are bullies and obstacles along the way,
You even have to go to school every day,
Life is hard because boys play it rough,
Those little jerks think they're really tough,
But they're really weak and really crazy,
I feel like crying because they all think I'm lazy,
But I'm the smartest student in the whole wide nation,
Meeting the girl of my dreams is a sensation,
Life is hard for me because girls play it hard,
It's almost like playing a deck of cards,
You don't know if you'll win or lose,
I guess for the pretty girls I'll have to choose,
Life is hard because it's hard to catch a date,
Before you know it it's already too late,
I really hope some day I catch a girl at the movies,
And maybe eat together and have some smoothies,
Life is hard because you don't know who you'll meet,
It's like a surprise because it's only sometimes a treat,
You don't know if your girl will be smoking,
When a girl rejects my offer you know I'd be choking,
Life is hard because you need to get a job,
You need a hot girl, a big house, and corn on the cob,
If you don't get rich then you'll be poor and die,
Your girlfriend after that will just cry,
As a kid you always have to go to school,
If you don't catch a date then you aren't cool,
Be warned that being nice is the key to success,
Treat people how they want and you'll get to see a hot dress,
Staying calm and friendly is the main rule,
Asking a girl out nicely is a neat tool,
Being yourself is your number one goal,
If you don't act good you'll get a lump of coal,
Always hug and kiss the girl that you like,
Just make sure to buy her a big pink bike,
So be nice and happy and you'll have a great time,
Have a happy life I'm done with the rhyme. -
14. It Gets Old
I wake up this mornin',
Mom's yellin' at me.
God what do I do,
That makes her so unhappy.
I put on my clothes,
Get ready for school.
Listen to the teachers
Say "Follow The Rules."
I mean..It gets old,
On how it's always this and that.
Just leave me alone,
What you're saying's gettin' wack.
One day this girl asked me,
Why you actin' so funny?
I said "Because,"
People here are jokes to me.
People always say "Follow your dreams!!"
Even though they don't care.
And what if it's not a dream?
What if it's a nightmare?
To me it's whatever,
I'll do what I was told.
But to be honest,
It's just getting old. -
15. I'm A Girl Too
Poem By A TomboyI'm a tomboy, that is true,
But at the same time I am still a girl too.
Just because I don't express my feelings,
Doesn't mean I don't have any, because I do.
I may not be open with my emotions,
But I get happy, sad, and angry just like you,
Except I am better at hiding them than you.
You might never see me cry,
But that doesn't mean I don't shed the same tears everyone else does.
Just because I dress like a boy
Doesn't mean I act or think like one too.
A sports lover I am indeed,
But I love other things too.
The majority of my friends are male,
But I sometimes wish I had a girl friend too.
I was born a tomboy, that's all I have ever known.
But sometimes people forget that I am a girl too.Latest Shared StoryI have been a tomboy for a year. I also have like a million boys who are friends and just a couple girls. My sister wants me to be girly like her, but I just can't.
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16. You Say You Know Me
I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry.
Cry myself to sleep,
I wake up to an annoying beep.
The beep of my alarm.
Waking me from my dream
My dreams, my own personal wonderland.
I love it there
I can actually be happy and free.
Without the chains of depression dragging me down.
People say I'm the happiest person they know.
Always bubbly and free.
But I guess they don't know me.
My mask, the one I've been carrying since as long as I can remember,
Has been there for me. The one thing I can count on.
I fake my emotions.
As I have been for the past 13 years.
13 years of sorrow
tears
pain
fears
13 years of lies,
I wish I could just say goodbye.
Goodbye to it all.
I'm done,
it's over.
I hate what I've become.
what I choose to be done isn't up to me
I've never gotten to choose who I want to be.
I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry.Latest Shared StoryThis poem hits really close to home as it is something I relate to on a spiritual level. I would sit for hours trying to put how I felt on paper, but I could never do it. This poem explains...
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17. It's A Girl's Life
Life As A Teen Girl Growing UpWe are all girls,
Together the same -
We are also different, yet alike
There is no one to blame.
From fairy tales to puberty,
Being ourselves is our duty.
From books to boys,
No longer toys.
Life's what we make it
There's no need to fake it.
Crazy, funny, happy, sad
It's a girl's life -
It's good and bad.Latest Shared StoryI'm so glad everyone liked my poem! Just soooo nervous that I should of Copyrighted it or something - I wrote poems about everything so if anyone needs help or anything, contact me! Thanks...
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18. City Of Lost Angels
The smell of weed
Surrounds my street
The sound of cars
Never let me sleep
While I lay down
I start to drown
In the thoughts of darkness
And, bam!
I wake up
Someone just got shot
The street gets closed
I have nowhere to go
I stay home
And just think
Another life has gone
In just a blink
I hate those gangs
They destroy families
And mess up my life
The worse thing is
That I can't escape it
I live in Los Angeles
These are usual things
And I just have to face them
Bumper to bumper traffic
Prostitutes in the corner
Gangsters outside laughing
Kids walking with their folders
Ladies standing next to their baskets
Selling hot tamales
This is the place where I live
The place that's always on the news
The place full of devils
Welcome to my city
Of Lost AngelsLatest Shared StoryJennifer,
As a teacher and as a caring person, your poem spoke to me. You have a gift so make sure you use it! -
19. Stagnation
Come and take a look behind the curtain..
Peer under the surface to see things that are dark for certain
Beneath the coat of smiles and jokes
Is a dark abyss with the humanity being choked
Yes I tend to do things sometimes that seem like I'm not correct in the mind.
It's because I'm so lost and confused, sanity is so hard to find
I really think at times that I'm going crazy
And that I'm losing my conscience, when tear jerker stories don't even phase me
It's crazy that at times I'll make myself cry
Just so no one can see how numb I am inside
Everyone seems to have an answer to my problems
Like they're my psychiatrist, like they're Dr. Phil, they can solve 'em.
Nobody knows the atrocities I've seen
The horrible terrible things that even I've dreamed
I don't say this to get pity or sympathy
I just want you to know, I just want somebody to see the true me
To see my struggle to keep this world upright
To see my constant battle against my demons at night
To witness the crushing agony of defeat
When everything constantly falls to pieces around me
To realize that at times I cling to the best things in my life
With a death-grip I fight for the things that make me smile
Anything...just to numb the pain for awhile
Anything..just to make the world change for awhile
Anything...just to give me some peace for awhile
I know I'm an addict, there's no room for denial
My chemical substances serve as my trial by fire
Things seem better as I get higher and higher
The world seems so much farther beneath me
That it doesn't look right it seems almost surreal to me
My head is my cell
And this world is my hell
But thank God for the chance of happy endings
Otherwise I wouldn't give it the chance to tell
And while I'm spilling every thought in my head
I might as well spill some more until my creativity is dead
I want to say sorry to the people who put faith in me...
To the people who thought that this world would never break me
To the people who hoped that I would do something better
To all the people who I've disappointed...ever...
I'm not as strong as you think I am
I'm not for sure if I have what it takes to be a woman
I do what I can, but I can't fight who I am
I know I've messed up your plans, and folded my own hands
But you have to understand
I'm doing the best I can
I know I'm not making the greatest of sense
But try and read between the lines and you might understand it
I can hear myself screaming internally
And why am I filled with such uncertainty?
It's burning me
From the inside out
And one day it will kill me..there is no doubt
If I don't overcome it...if I don't move past it
I just wish I knew exactly how to go about it
I don't know what I mean by any of this
I'm not even sure if this all even makes sense
But it's raw, unscripted, and entirely free handed
My life's a Boeing 747. I hope I can land it... -
20. Keep Going
Hope can be lost, faith can die.
Friends can betray you, and family can lie.
Names can be forgotten, but never faces.
Infatuation can be fun, but love always wins the races!
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