Fairytale Girl
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.
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?
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 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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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?"
I 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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We learn from our mistakes,
From the wrong turns we take,
From the fake friends we make,
And from the times we almost break.
I am going through a lot as I go through these teenage years, having fake friends, and getting hate from lots. This poem describes me.
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Look how she's changed,
Look how she's grown,
The personality changes
I should have known...
We 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...
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."
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...
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I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry....
This 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...
So full of deceit,
My life's a contradiction.
One day it's reality,
The next one it's fiction.
Great 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...
A piece of colored paper,
with no dialogue or animation,
can strike a drawer's
or writer's utter fascination.
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...
You do what you're suppose to do,
with no frown or fuss.
Not because you want to,
but because you must....
I have dreams,
Dreams that only I can see,
Dreams that no one understands.
I want to be a singer.