Teenage Poem Novels & Stories

My bad day turned better with Midnight Wolf’s serenade. “Homework piling up, like a mountain so steep, Detention slips and red ink, life's not so sweet. Lost my lunch money, the cafeteria's a war zone, But in the chaos, I'll find seeds to be sown. I'll keep on walking, through the crowded halls, Every pop quiz, every stumble, every grade that falls. 'Cause I know deep down, in the mess I'm in, I'll find the answers, let the new day begin.”

It fades into the background even, as we look at each other, laughing. Zane Orion POV: I know she is watching me nervously as I read her collection of three poems published by an online literary magazine called Raven. It is for their summer publication. Alex wrote three poems that captured the spirit of summer through the point of view of a fifteen year old both dreading and yearning to resume senior high-school. The three poems follows a centre theme and the last one kind of leaves the imagined protagonist in the middle of their conflicting feelings.

it’s so unlike me . Jane009; it’s fine. Raven; I gotta go for light poem in school Jane009; bye. Raven ends the call and prepares to go for light poem. Light poem is an event for poem in school where students come with poems and read it out. The student with the best poems gets called the light king.Raven wanted to go for two reasons and that’s because she knew Caleb would be there. Caleb has a thing for poems and loves the art of it . The second reason Raven would be going is because she has been writing poems in her head a lot especially when she’s going through something so she thought to give it a try.

“ Okay,’’ the teacher signaled the people who were clapping at her poem before handing over my book. DEMI GOD Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections Your breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken hearts. The girl finished reading my book and the whole class kept quiet, this was a big disappointment. The poem was only supposed to be one stanza, about love. The bully turned around and looked at my seat with a blank expression, he seemed confused, wasn’t it obvious, it was a poem that I had written for him.

I say and go up to my room. I drop into my blue bean bag in front of the fish tank. I take the Poems, book out of my jacket pocket and hold it up. Easter Holidays is the first poem in this book. It's followed by Dura Navis and I don't know what to do with this other than to summarize what I thought these poems meant in tenth grade. I've never gotten gifts for my birthday. It never felt like a celebration for us. "Have you seen my other boot?" Miles asks. I turn back to see Micca toss it to him from the bed. "Sweet,"

I think of the comment that said, He married my womb, not me, and how I wrote it with shaking fingers and then hit post and almost threw up. The open mic starts. Naya taps the mic and says, “Be nice, be brave, be on time,” and people laugh. A guy with a long beard reads a poem about his dog. A teacher reads a tribute to her students that makes everyone clap because middle schoolers are wild and beautiful. A teenage boy performs a rap that's mostly about not wanting to be soft and then admitting he's soft. I find myself nodding with them, clapping with them, smiling like I didn’t know my face could still do that without permission.

"I had a crush on a boy. I wrote him a love poem. Goddess, this is embarrassing. It was so sappy. I put it in his locker, hid, and watched him find it. He read it, then his friends took it, and they passed it around, laughing and making fun of him. My only saving grace was that I didn't sign my name, so they didn’t know who wrote it. I threw away all my poetry books that day." “Your poor thirteen-year-old heart!” Misty said. “It was for the best. You don’t win a man’s heart by writing him poetry!” Tessa said. The girls laughed together. “Just because those boys didn’t appreciate the finer things in life doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still enjoy them,” Misty said. “She’s right,” Thea said. Thea

He leaned forward slightly. "She was writing about how insulting it is to keep surviving things you shouldn’t have had to survive at all. There’s nothing triumphant in that poem." "No?" I tilted my head. "Then what is it?" "Fury," he said. "Dressed up nicely." The class went completely still. "How old are you?" I asked. "Nineteen. I lost a year." He said it flatly. Just a fact he accepted, or pretended to. "Reading Plath since when?"

I had expected Davina's place to be a club house full of adults but I was awed when we walked into this graceful place, it was a full house of teenagers. I guessed immediately that they were out school mates. With the way they danced and cheered, it was obvious that everybody knew somebody.

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live