Teenager Poems

I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
...

Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
...

Sun soaked revelations
on a patio deck.

I had long forgotten
...

my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty
suitcase because she kept threatening to run away my sister was sick of me
getting the best of everything the bathrobe with the pink stripes instead of
the red the soft middle piece of bread while she got the crust I was sick with
...

when i was a child i did not name things i loved
'this is my favorite marble'
would always lead to somebody asking for it in a game of keeps
...

Tired of walking these days
Your old body celebrates its 60th birthday
The moment, eyes too weak to be opened
Sights become too blur to welcome ray
...

Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,
...

''In my youth, '' commenced the old man,
''I encountered so many things'',
''And of course, I was highly imbued with feelings of love and joy''.
Dwelling upon each other, the old man continued.
...

Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
...

Anything artificial does not help at all,
Artificial cooling lacks nature's call,
Kissing and embracing the sweating sweetheart,
Keeps me so saline whole day her salt,
...

This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky, stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
...

I would haunt
the Yeatss'

hunger for the nearness
...

The spam
announces

FOOT FUNGUS CURE.
...

Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
...

You in your
Marilyn Monroe dress

seeing me off at the station
...

the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
...

‘We only love if we have first been loved.’

Aye, there’s the rub.
...

Fear is when a child asks you to keep the light on because he thinks there are monsters under his bed
Fear is when you wake up in sweats from a nightmare
Fear is when a teenager hits his father's car and doesn't know how to tell him
Fear is when you're sitting in the examination hall waiting to see the paper
...

You look to your Minister’s, your Pastors, your Priests.
You believe these people bring the word of God to you
and in fact they do for they read from the Bible I ask you.
“is that the only place where the word of God comes
...

Unforgettable is the memory of my Grandpa,
Sitting at the dining table, so calm,
Enjoying his sumptuous breakfast of
Steamed ‘idlis'- rice cakes, with
...

Teenager, caught in a storm of complexity
Navigating through a world of uncertainties
Where cults and religions beckon with their lure
And peers judge with their doubts and their sneers
...

simple story:
relatives of death

a wise old man met a teenager under a bayan tree on the way and said, ''my grandson, life is uncertain! ''
...

You've probably seen them everywhere,
the grinning, happy, carefree teenagers,
mere children really.
...

Nahel - had no fame, no fortune
but he had a life to live
and a mother to love him
so dearly;
...

In a dirty place full of rotten smell, there is a beauty
The scavengers who deposit plastic and various types of trash that can be recycled
But no with Sunarti, the teenager who is not yet 17 years old, has to fight hard to live by scavenging
She was forced to leave her hometown because he was lulled by the promise of being employed as a slave to support her aging mother and younger siblings.
...

My philosophy is crewd. My itinerary is sophisticated. My genre is plain. My emotions are latent. A breeze hums its tune over a magnolian grove. I discern twelve shades of the blossom. I guess what constellation is about to drop its luminary as a sacrifice to the world below. I roam about grottos. I seek my own tune which is hard to discover through trite days. I am not a teenager to strive for novelty. My capacity is to reveal the genuine. I wonder when the day of my wedding will find me vigile and wondering. Phantoms of reveries lurk in my accidental dreams. I gradually consume the appearing metaphors and substite them with scarce allegories of the being. Aeschatological categories hardly bother my mind. Half-forgotten faces stubbornly resurrect
...

In long-lost teenager year short amnesia burnt inside a heartbeat that isn't in right place, but a late death of family is struggling faint heart that ain't easily dissolve nor to forget a life will never be the same you knew you are breathing lively lost in the longest mute just as the first burnt almost never erase nor aware pure heartedly love can be the deepest burnt can't hold on its like earthquake breaking your heart and shake your heart your world, and you lift your self and walked away. In God Blessing another life after recovery heart failure realizing how stronger you are you making it through by yourself people who knew what you gonna through worry about you.

Just strongest prayers that making a life easier. You make it through dawn to dust in God blessing of life
...

An old cow-hand memory coming to mind in a rhythm that starts out slowly, then gets aboard a locomotive, traveling at a rapid speed.

Bringing together images of once wanting to be in love just because it sounded good to this young teenager having a lot to learn about love before finding out the truth of true love.
...

She was a vivacious teenager
A tomboy?
No!
A girlie girl who loved outdoors.
...

What is too much to ask of a person as they are growing up, between being a child and a teenager, will they be left to an inner innate feeling of who they're to be in the future?

Silently looking through life for answers that will satisfy and encourage their immature heart and soul to become one in life with God above.
...