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Teenage Poems - Archive 2
These are the best of the poems (well, the ones we like the most
anyway) from the teenage section of The Poetry Zone. Poems featured
here are from the latter part of 2001. I hope that, with us, you'll
enjoy them once again.
Seconds by Courtney R.
What are seconds?
One breath, one whisper, one heart beat?
As seconds pass by
Sometimes you ask yourself why?
Could you have done something different
Or done nothing at all
What are seconds?
Only time will tell...
Leaning Against the Wind
by Jeminai
I lean against the wind that tries to hold me back
I will succeed.
I strain against the chains that keep me from my dreams
I will escape.
I fight against the force that throws me down
I will stand tall.
I will not let anything or anyone stop me.
Not then, Not now, Not Ever.
The
Perfect Girl by Shane Hemperley
She has hair so beautiful
She would make a marigold jealous.
Her eyes would tame a bronco.
They bring harmony to your soul
like the ocean on a cool, moon-filled summer night.
Her skin is fairer than life itself.
Not tough but not so soft or powder white
that it scares you to touch her
and blinds you to stare.
I could stare at her for hours
and nothing would ever matter.
Her smile would make a homeless person
happy to be alive
and make them feel warm inside.
Her personality is one in infinity.
Not too weak, but not too firm either.
Easy going and yet not.
Risk taking, but careful at the same time.
Always laughing with that same great smile on
all the while.
She is just one person
who is alive and well.
I'm glad she's the only one
because if she wasn't it just wouldn't be the same.
You're
the Sun by Heather
Mellow and orange and fragrant on my porch step
as a sample of the real light,
I'm comforted when you're near.
But when you're away the coldness gets to me,
and it runs through my veins,
the day becomes a lost hazard of rain.
But you always return
even in the stormy hours,
after a delicate rain sits on the many new flowers.
As you fall asleep, I do too,
comforted by the last sunshine rainbow in the sky,
the last meaning of good night,
as I slowly retire into your dark eyes.
The Death Show by Charelle G
As I look out into the night sky,
I see it clear as anything,
A ball of fire,
Hurtling towards me,
To end my life,
As the splendid show drops down to me,
I stare and admire,
The beauty of my death.
In Stories That Are Told by Shelley K
Angels dancin' in the sky
Blackbirds flying out of plum pie
Bright spirits that never die
In stories that are told
Vampires lurking in the night
Spirits descending from a bright light
People with supernatural sight
In stories that are told
Fearie wings fluttering fast
Memories remembered, finally, at last
Sideways glances that are cast
In stories that are told
Unreal and real things are told
In these stories that are old
SO listen to the tales unfold
In these stories that are told
Life on the Edge by Stuart Randall
I live
life on the edge
Not the kind of edge a stuntman lives on though
The kind of edge a librarian does
The edge of boredom I believe they call it
It’s much safer than a cliff edge or a stuntman’s edge
There’s hardly a fall and a crash mat at the bottom
It’s pretty slippery though
If I fall it may take hours to climb back up
Freak by Kittie
Every
one calls me a freak!
And like a million suns, people's eyes burn into my back.
Teachers even stare when I walk in on the first day of school.
How, I ask, am I different?
Sure, my hair is blue, I wear bigger pants then most of the boys at
my school which isn't normal for a girl, and I listen to Manson,
but how so does that make me a freak.
I'm just being me!
I will not let other people hold me down,
I want to be me,
but the school says being me is too
much
and that I'm just trying to get people to look at me.
But I hate it when they look. How does this hellish world work?
They want you to be yourself but
when some do,
it's too much.
I don't understand.
Locker Stuff by Christina Workman
Locker
Stuff
Books and crumpled up paper
Chewed gum that's been stuck on the door
Sticker, pictures and magnets
Shoes, instruments, umbrellas and jackets
Shirts, boxes, pop bottles and tennis rackets
Skateboards and a ball for soccer
These are just some of the things that can be found in a locker
Passions by Meg
Here is my passion
Here are my thoughts
My pen is my friend
My paper my thoughts
Stardust by Leah M
The star was named after you
Looking down from the sky
The bright ball of fire so true
In the black velvet so high
The 12th stroke on the hour
A significant sign for us
The passing of a single flower
The secret promise of faith and trust
Laughter rang beneath the canvas
Black paint streaked with blue
A meaningful plot of stanzas
A vow of love so true
A Breezy Love by Amy Pickel
Love is a breeze
that whisks through the trees
of my soul
I'm caught in this wind and
I'm glad that it sends me to you!
Riding the Car by Brittany
Riding in the car with dad is as
safe as hand feeding a hungry crocodile,
fun as the fastest roller coaster
relaxing as sleeping on a bed of nails.
Can I ride with mom!?!
Will Give You the Flower by Jessica Maness
I will
give you the flower of song and dance
I will give you the flower of spirit and romance
I will give you the flower of love and lust
I will give you the flower of power and trust
I will give you the flower of life and air
although life can be complicated and unfair
I will give you the flower - will you accept?
Whittling by Lisa Burton
I have a cannibal heart;
Am displeased with how absurd the plump and bow
Of my flesh appears.
I gnaw gently; tiny slivers taken from here and there,
Like shards from a looking glass, or a slipper too small to fit.
I learn the scalpel’s touch;
Carve myself into a child’s size;
The strange parody of a child who pouts like a woman.
Week by week the slivers taken grown,
Each tiny gnaw becomes a ravenous bite.
My limbs grow spidery,
I feast on my own curves
Until I am all angles,
Most desirable of all women,
I swivel my boyish hips.
And now it fits.
I am the glass slipper-
Cold, delicate,
I threaten to break
With each step.
But oh-
So
Beautiful
They
Say
The Man in the Glass
by Steffen Personette
This is to everyone involved in sports.
When you play in the big game that day,
Look back at the man in the glass!
Are you happy with what you have accomplished?
Have you made all the right moves?
And if you had a chance would you change anything?
This is important!
Because no matter how many times
you have been patted on the back
for a good job
it is not your friends or family
that will make the final tally
It is the man in the glass!
I say, be happy with the man in the glass
for he will always be there to judge you!
You are the Wind by Lane Westerfield
You are the wind
Fast and silent
You are heard only through actions not words
You are not seen but felt in the heart
You are the wind
Invisible by Kira Plotts
To me I am invisible
Only some can see
I walk down hallways unnoticed
So they can let me be
I can knock down things
Without any trouble
I can tear things off the wall
But without your friendship
I am but nothing at all
GCSEs
by Antonia Bruce
(a sonnet)
At school, my teachers always say to me:
'Now do your work, it isn't much to ask,
This really is important, you know, class -
Remember that it's your GCSE.'
The thing these teachers seem to fail to see
Is each of them has set a different task
And all the work mounts up until at last
I feel as though I'm drowning in a sea
Of work. The expectations too, are high
'They coped last year, so you'll be fine as well'
Sometimes the pressure makes me want to yell.
I must remember (or I think I'll die!)
That tests are not designed to give me hell,
So I will try my best and I'll do well
Flames Of Life by Nicole
Anne Braganza
The fiery ball of flames
Burning, with the oxygen of life
Tanning the horizon
With it's amber glow
Another summer's morning
Sweet, with the scent of Arabia
And the fire of ambition,
That in every spirit grows.
This crown that heralds the day,
With it's luminous brilliance,
Raging with vivacity and verve,
The jewel of the desert sky.
This day we offer up to Him,
He who sanctifies us all.
Behold the sacred desert sands,
On the call of the mullahs cry.
Happy to Sad by Matt Gene
Happy
Lively, Joyful
Laughing, Running, Smiling
Fun, Smiles, Work, Hates
Crying, Sitting, Frowning
Slow, Hateful
Sad
Save the Fox by Jessica Rees
Is it the teller
or is it the tale;
Is it the postman
Or is it the mail?
Is it the chopper
or is it the axe;
Is it the duckling,
Or is it the quacks?
Is it the jockey,
Or is it the horse;
Is it the afters,
Or is it first course?
Think about this one
Cause this is your vote
Is it the foxes,
Or is it the coat?
Bucket of Dreams by SDG JR
Who says life's not a bucket of dreams?
Who says I can't paint my own world?
I can achieve anything I want if I just put my mind to it.
When I look into the mirror I see two faces,
One familiar,
One not.
Better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all.
Tell the world that you are happy and they will believe. If I knew the
future, would it really matter?
Have faith in life and life will have faith in you. I am going to survive
I am going to find success
I will empty my bucket,
And PAINT my Dreams.
Determination by
Brianna Ashlyn
You
push me down
and tell me I cannot get up
I laugh and I stand tall
You beat me down this time
And tell me I cannot get up
I bear the pain and I stand up tall
with triumph in my eyes
Now you beat me down
and bind my feet and hands together
You tell me I cannot get up
I grind my teeth and struggle with my binds
And I stand up tall with tears running down my face
And determination in my eyes
Now there are more of you
And you all beat me down
and bind my feet and hands together
Then you all throw me down a deep, dark hole
And you all laugh at my struggles
My pain and my screams of agony
But still I unbind my feet and hands
I stifle my cries and push back my pain
I crawl out of that hole and collapse at your feet
You all laugh in my face
Yet I struggle to my feet
And I stand up tall
I look you all in the eyes
And I proclaim that
you will never be able to keep me down
Never keep me down
The New Girl by Clare McMahon
No-one
knew her
She was different
She walked in
With a smile across her face
Everyone stared
She was different
She was black
The first of her kind
A new beginning
She was different
She introduced herself
Not the other way around
We weren't sure
She was different
She isn't now
We're all the same
You, me and her
Subway Rider by Meagan Elizabeth
Barry
Everyday
I ride the subway,
And everyday
I watch you sitting in the same cracked seat
Across the narrow littered aisle,
Your vacant eyes staring beyond
The folded newspaper,
Declaring that you are miles upon miles away.
I've never seen you get on or off
The echoing subway car,
But I know that surely you must,
For no one rides the rails all night,
Do they?
Surely you have a job,
A home,
A place where you are loved and cherished,
Greeted with outstretched arms and joyful smiles.
I quietly wonder who you are,
Pondering your likes,
Your loves,
Your past,
And your hopeful plans for the future.
Once, I ventured to give a friendly
Hello,
But your silent, serious stare
Made me feel as though
I had screamed a lungful of vulgar obscenities,
So I sheepishly turned back to my magazine
And never tried again.
One day
I notice that except for yesterday's newspaper,
Your space is empty,
And I wonder where you are.
Maybe you've finally found a place to get off,
The place you've been searching for all this time.
I stare across the aisle at the discarded paper,
A physical reminder
Of distance kept,
A friendship lost.
Pizza Lunch by Gayatri Chakravarty
In my pizza, I
want pepperoni, extra
cheese and onions
Ocean Sunset Haiku by Clare McMahon
We sit on the sand
He holds me in his strong arms
Watching the sunset
The swish of the sea
As it laps onto the sand
Washing up the shells
The sky a light pink
The sun on the horizon
Purple clouds dancing
A lonely surfer
Catching the last waves this day
Carving what he can
A cool breeze passes
He wraps his coat around me
We watch the sunset
*carving -
a move used by surfers
Fear by Sendy Ramos
I am the queen of
my own jungle
the shape of your fear
the color of
your blood
I am your shadow
that never lets you go
wherever you go I'll be there
I am what you fear the worst
one day I'll find you .
Blood by Jennifer Stafford
The blood dripping, dripping,
slipping through my skin,
seeping from my soul,
the blood has taken control.
Crimson is the color,
I see the prettiest red that ever will be.
I have gathered a white rose
just to sprinkle the blood it abode.
A prick on my finger,
a slit on my wrist ,
just to see the liquid that exists.
I do not want to die,
just examine and be mystified
The drip drop of my blood amazes me,
just to see the patterns
exploding into little tendersplatters.
Blood is amazing, only some cannot see
it keeps you living
It flows within you and me.
The Dreamer's Eyes by Suchaita Tenneti
I lie awake at night
In my cozy bed,
Thinking of the events of the day:
Of everything that has been done and said.
I lie awake in bed
At night
And stare intently
At the dim night light.
A gentle breeze
Brushes against my face
And makes me feel so light
That I get swept into space.
And my eyes - the Dreamer's eyes
Stare at the shadows on the ceiling
That fill my mind with thoughts
And my heart with emotions and feelings.
The shadows tell stories
Of the present and the past -
Stories of an unfamiliar origin
And stories which are yet to be.
The shadows narrate stories
Of the mysterious places to which they have been-
Places beyond my wildest dreams,
Which I have never seen.
But the shadows also narrate stories
Of misery, death and fear
That fill my heart with remorse
And sometimes I shed a tear.
I hear the cries of the distressed
As they earnestly call,
I hear their pleading screams for help-
I hear them one and all.
Then, silently, the shadows slip away,
With warm and satisfied sighs,
This spectacle is magnificently displayed
And captured by my eyes - the Dreamer's eyes.
And then the Sandman
Enters my home.
Through the rooms and passages
He does roam.
And sprinkles magical sand into my eyes - the Dreamer's eyes.
And as my mind fills with thoughts,
I count sheep in numerous numbers.
Finally, my eyes - the Dreamer's eyes
Slip into a long, sweet slumber.
Epitaph by Ashley Smith of Florida
I was here but now I'm gone,
my last two words were PARTY ON.
Those who knew me knew me well,
and those who didn't WILL go to hell.
The Valley by Jinnah Schrock
My lips are the valley where the wind blows through,
And my breath is the wind that gives voice to my music
My hands are the trees that hold the nest,
And protector of the nest so the nest doesn't fall out.
My fingers are like the fast flowing river,
And my feet are like the deer running to the river for a drink.
My eyes see the beginning and the end of the water,
And my fingertips are the running water.
My body us the whole valley of music,
And my heart is the rhythm of the river.
All American Girl by Jordan Welch
Maybe she's born with it,
No, maybe its just the Maybeline.
Bleached out bimbos
Made of sugar and spice and
Everything nice.
With just a *pinch* of plastic,
Wait a second, isn't home grown
Better than store bought?
Wake up, Girlie,
This is the 90's.
I like your eyes,
Where'd you buy 'em?
I must say
Narcissm has never looked so bad.
Supermodels and covergirls-
"That's what I wanna be
When I grow up, Mommy."
If Barbie is so popular,
Why do we hafta buy her friends?
The depths of shallowness are endless.
Being vacuous a gift.
Oh and by the way...
Do you like my hair better
Up or Down?
Different by Hannah Lester
There's this girl I know,
She's different from everyone else,
The way she looks,
The clothes she wears,
Even the way she wears her hair,
It's different,
It's all different,
She gets teased,
She gets bullied,
But, they don't know what it's like to be different,
I know this girl very well,
She's more than a friend to me,
Because-
That girl is me.
Hazy Sunshine by Anė Gilbert
Beauty in frozen memories
They once ignored; now found within
youthful optimism in the
photographs time framed in
pitiful remains that admire
a shattered past, in ruin.
But they'll all miss her now she's gone.
Red sky at night; red eyes at dawn
pour scorn on the world that couldn't
resurrect an unborn
life not worth living; that same life
they despised. Vacant worn
faces kept those same old smiles with
an infinite void deepening
behind. In life, they let her fall;
self-centredly wishing
that youth away. Now observe the
infinite flattering
from the lacklustre assembly
that now vindicates that same foe
that they destroyed, mourning that same
life they ignored for so
long that it killed her; hence now the
killers gather to show
unholy grievances. Worship
of a new god ends; witness whines
of the morbidly-clothed parting
far from wandering minds.
For morbid days make morbid thoughts
Burning up in hazy sunshine.
Unicorns by Charlenia
They prance
when they fly,
They dance
in the sky.
Unicorns
Children see them
as they play,
with eyes sparkling like gems
they could watch them all day.
Unicorns
From adults they hide,
For adults can't dream
if their imagination has died,
Around adults their happiness can't beam.
Unicorns
Forgotten by some,
Cherished by others,
When will the time come
when we can all live together?
Unicorns
Existence by Allie
Rivers are battles
Jetting out, fighting the opposition,
The fury fills the heart.
The mountains are like giants,
Releasing their bravery and courage,
Frightening the enemy.
The sky is a paint pallet,
Spots of colors mix and match,
And make up a masterpiece.
The ocean is a deep clue passion,
Filled with treasures that overwhelm the spirits,
Holds a mystery that will always be untold.
Feet by Amanda
Feet, Feet
As they bring us along
Where do they bring us
When everything goes wrong?
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