Poems about Teen Life - Page 2
Poem About When A Friend Opens Up
She smiled a pretty smile
But it started to twist
You see her smile told a story
And so did her wrists
Her life was simple
Not exciting, nor fun
Three brothers and a sister
A dad and a mum
Blonde hair to her rib cage
Blue eyes to match the sea
She had her goals and aims
And she let them be
She had holes in her body
But no ink on her skin
She hated her structure
She wanted to be thin
Her boyfriend loved her
And her friends adored
But her heart was bruised
Swollen and sore
She took an old razor
And broke it into three
Causing wounds on herself
Letting blood flow free
She smiled a sad smile
On a constant twist
You see that smile told a story
About the scars on her wrists
22. Fairytale GirlBeing Secure With Who You Are
I'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,
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 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 Story
I 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!
A Poem About Unhealthy Expectations For Women
Mirror, 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.
Verbal And Emotional Abuse From Dad
The man at the door,
I fear his every word,
For they pierce my heart
Like he stabbed it with a sword.
Is such a joke.
Will make me choke.
The hate and screams
Come with a price.
The words that fly
Have never been nice.
I cry and cry,
For my heart has been shattered.
I feel broken and bruised,
Beaten and battered.
Wishing I could hear
That I've done a good job.
Instead I get told
That I am a snob.
A horrible child
That gets put down.
Each day ends with his
Face in a frown.
I´ll never be good enough
To please him, I see.
He will never stop
Being so mean to me.
I am scared and alone
My spirit is poor,
For I am always fearing
The dark man at the door.
25. She's Gone
The girl who always smiled, frowned
The girl who always laughed, cried
The girl who was determined
Finally gave up and died
She went away
One blue and grey old day
She didn't sing
She left her rings
She didn't even
Pack her things
She slowly dragged
Her eyes in bags
Down the hallway
Out the door
To be forgotten
Again once more
She said nothing
As she walked away
She didn't even
Last the day
We watched her go
Into thin air
Far away from fear
We never saw that girl again
We never saw her pain that she thought she'd ever feel again
It seems to me
That the girl we knew
Slowly got up
With her words that she withdrew
The girl we thought to never cry
Finally gave up
And finally diedLatest Shared Story
I know a girl like this. Everybody thought she would always stay and then one day she left. I tried to help her, but she pushed me away and left, so this poem touched me.
Finding Your Strength In God
I ask myself every day
How much more must I sustain?
Am I strong enough
to go the extra mile
or to even smile for a little while?
You are my knight in shining armor.
You heard my cries.
I no longer have to be in disguise.
You changed my name
when I was able to finally give you my pain.
I'll never be the same.
Now I'm standing taller
but on my knees,
than my insecurities.
27. UntamedPoem About Being Abused
Sitting in a corner, so scared and afraid,
He's standing there yelling at me,
and he's the one to blame.
Marks across my face,
From where he had hit me.
People always say that I've got it easy.
Bruises on my back,
The blood courses through my veins,
In this dark old room,
There is something untamed.
Scared to say a word,
Just one word to come out,
For no one knows what happens when the beast has made his rounds.
People always stare at me.
I now know what they say,
For all these scars left on my wrist,
The past has been revealed.
I do it one last time,
So no blood runs through these veins.
28. PerfectionA Poem About Acceptance
I watch as she falls again under the burden
They placed on her.
I watch as she fights, as she fails,
As she begins to lose herself.
I watch her fade.
I watch her as she changes
And becomes who they want her to be.
I watch her hate herself.
I watch her as she tries to become
What they call "better."
I wish I could tell her...
To me she's perfect.
Why can't she remember
Her heart is more important than her hair?
Why does no one tell her she is beautiful, gorgeous, perfect?
All I can do is watch, wait for her
To realize what I've known all along.
Flawed as she may be,
Those flaws are what make her perfect.
I can't watch as they crush her
Until she fits in the mold they have made for her.
I watch as she begins to change herself
To be the "perfect girl."
Doesn't she realize
Those curves are what make her beautiful?
I wait for her to see what I have seen all along:
29. I'm GayPoem About Being Proud To Be Gay
I once loved one man, he took my only heart
and right there in front of me, he ripped it apart
I know he didn't mean to, and the fault is mine to blame
but the guilt and pain remains all the same
but now I understand why he ran away
now I understand why he didn't stay
he was afraid to love and afraid to take a chance
he was afraid to leave and make another stance
he was afraid to make his mark on society's wall
he was afraid to take a leap, as he could fall
he would have rather stayed inside that rotting jail
he rather stay with society, even though I paid bail
he made his mind and stayed with society
even though he had his chance to be free
so now as I sit outside society's dream
I linger like a nightmare, making people scream
they say it's just a phase, that I'll get over it soon
they say it's a disease, like the werewolf and the moon
but deep down in my heart, I know it isn't so
because I have to be strong, so I can show
people like the one man who threw me in a bin
that no matter how hard they try, we will never give in!
'cause what's the point of hurting us? so we can feel bad?
so we can understand what it's like to be sad?
well, we already know just how it feels
'cause it is so hard for us to reveal
that we like the same sex, and who really gives a damn?
'cause in the end we all still go all cold and clam
so who cares if I'm gay? I am proud to be
because in my world I take it as a victory
that I can make a choice and stand from the rest
be an individual and try my best
and kids at school may laugh at me and call nasty names
but you know what? it doesn't matter, it's all a game!
'cause later on in life they will suddenly see
that the reason I was gay was because it was me
so go on and call out names and raise your heads so high
but remember who I am, just before you die
remember that I was strong and managed to pull through
and remember that if I can do it, then so can you
so today I stand and say that I am proud to be gay
and if I had a choice... I'd have it no other way!Latest Shared Story
I am 43 years old now. When I first realized I was gay, I was around 16. Looking at all the boys in the locker room and how they sized each other, I realized that I was falling in love. Now...
The Fear Of Night
In the night they come and go
Making fun of all I know
Twisting time and thoughts and matter
And tell me I'm the Maddest Hatter
Scared of clowns and dark and light
Suppressing panicked fight or flight
Painted faces on the wall
And I don't feel myself at all
Dripping smiles cold and fake
Scarlet teardrops in their wake
You're alone-will always be
No one comes, you stay with me
Day can't save you from the night
We can chase away the light
We can always corner you
And we'll retell the tales you knew
In the night we watch you sleep
Watch you writhe in painful peace
We call ourselves insanity
And don't care for reality
Now don't cry
There's nothing wrong
You're pathetic -
Sing your song
Monsters come and monsters go
Dread the world you've come to know
Dream or real, we'll never show
Try and force your pulse to slow
Sweetie you can't make them stay
Cause your poison finds a way
Infecting everyone you love -
"Poison" fits you like a glove
And now we go to catch our flight
But we'll see you tomorrow night
Pack the faces and the limbs
That were singing hellish hymns
We've become quite fond of you
And we hope you'll miss us too
Panic, anger, fear, and numb
Call us and we'll always come
Get some sleep, it's morning now
I can't sleep; I don't know how
I know you think I'm crazy right?
No, I'm just fearful of the night.
31. Who Am I?Poem About An Identity Crisis
I 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 Story
This 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...
When tears fall
And wet my cheeks...
I want nothing more
Than for a hand
To be there to catch them.
That makes me happy occurs,
I want nothing more
Than for a camera
To catch the memory.
When out of
Spite I throw something
I want nothing more
Than for a friend
To catch it.
When I trip
I need nothing more
Than for you
To catch me.Latest Shared Story
I am 14 years old and my dad died when I was 2 months old and I still have a good mom and brothers. Plus there is this one girl that I love and she likes me to but she has a boyfriend.
Poem About The Necessity Of Trails
Along 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!
34. DaisiesPoem About Middle School And Change
When I see daisies,
Memories I recall
Of a game I learned when
I was oh so small.
Plucking each petal one at a time.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me,
I sang every line.
Happy, carefree in the midday sun.
I felt engulfed in a world of joyous love,
Falling asleep when the day was done.
The world has changed,
And so have I.
As a teenager, I have become
I wish I could wrap myself in a silk cocoon
And escape this middle school drama
Until early June.
Emerge a butterfly into the summer sun,
I would fly to the daisies
And have fun, fun, fun.Latest Shared Story
I really liked the poem. It really throws you back to childhood. Makes me remember when I was smaller. Your writing transmits feelings of melancholy and nostalgia so well. Wishing to go back...
35. This Is Who I AmSurviving A Difficult Time In Your Life
This is who I am:
I am a fighter.
I have a lot of baggage from my past.
I may have some experience and some wisdom,
But I know there is a lot more to learn.
I will continue rising from the ashes
Until the end.
Nothing can stop me
From being who I am.
So who are you?
36. DecisionsDeciding Your Path In Life
What is my purpose?
To sing a song,
To play along?
To write a poem,
To go and show 'em?
Do I forge my own path?
Be something new,
Not the ones who flew?
Dust off myself,
Not leave her on the shelf?
Who do I share it with?
Is he the one;
Should my search be done?
Am I too young
To reach for this next rung?
Why do I ask myself?
Doesn't God know
Just what seeds I'll sow?
Why don't I pray
So I don't have to stray?
I remember back in the days
When I got scars in primary school
Over the years they healed and faded
But they helped me a lot
So now you and I are over
A separation process has begun
And more scars will be formed
When in retrospect you and I, us, we never existed.
We've reached The Cross Roads of Life
Now's our chance, we have to choose
And we can continue going straight
Continue running through life
Making a mess of everything good in our lives
And not even having the guts to admit it.
Falling down and not getting back up
Letting anything spread through our bodies
Until we are completely unrecognizable.
Or we can change direction
Go left or right
And instead of running through life we walk
We meet people, kill time, and fall down
But we get up and we dust ourselves off
And tend to the scars and bruises
Because they show is right from wrong
Our scars change our lives.
Those Scars are your friends
But not them ones that you see in the corridor
Who you pass with a polite smile
That is what you dust off when you get up
They won't leave a single impression on your life
Scars are the friends that may fade
But still made an impact on your life
They help, guide, and protect you
They are the best things that have happened to you life
They are what make, your day
And we can only thank God for them
Because he gave us those scars
So that they could change us and we could change them.
38. Lost In The MistLove Helping With Depression
As the doors lock closed,
with a juddering "click,"
my tears come rushing down
in a waterfall of sick.
Trying to avoid the pain,
but I'm feeling hazy, unclear.
I'm running from something,
and I try not to scream,
but the arms enfold me,
a knife slicing with a sheen,
and I fall.
and I bawl.
In the embrace of darkness,
I feel all alone.
It's in my blackened veins,
in my broken soul.
Lost in the mist,
with no way to see,
as the frozen hand of death
slowly enfolds me.
Lost in the mist,
with nowhere to go,
wishing that something, anything,
And just as I felt myself
a face appeared out of the darkness
to save the day.
It shone brighter than sun,
eyes that twinkled with stars.
He came down and held me
and unlocked the bars.
He helped me get through,
his voice soft and true.
And at night,
when the stars are shining,
and the moon is too blinding,
when the pain gets too much,
he heals it with a touch,
and I'm flying free,
like a bird.
Popping pills all the time,
Even though I know it's not right,
Cutting deep into my skin,
Gripping my blade tight.
Always trying to look my best,
When I actually look my worst.
I thought alcohol
would refresh my thirst.
I planned to have kids when I got older,
I want good things to tell.
But why I would I tell my children,
that all I wanted was to go to hell?
I had too many problems.
physically abused and bashed.
my arms, wrists, and legs,
had been both bruised and gashed.
I thought of myself,
As a strong Girl.
I wasn't strong at all..
Than I hit reality and realized life was real.
I had decided to stop,
and do what's right to get my life on track.
I realized so much had been wasted
and I needed to change because I could never take it back.
I'm a better person now.
I'm about to turn 16.
I can't believe how stupid and young I was,
and how I was so keen.
All the drugs and the alcohol,
the cutting and pain.
Have all disappeared,
now I'm one step ahead in this game.
I'm finally happy.
40. Blank PaperPoem About Writing Poetry
A 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 Story
Life 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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