Teenage Poem Novels & Stories

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

“Westward the setting sun goes. “Far from home was the heartbroken one!” Hundreds of the Artemis Sect Elders kept recollecting the poem with each looking fascinated and they could not stop talking about it! "It's a good poem indeed. How could Darryl write such a deep and meaningful poem at such a young age?" "Yes, I wonder what vicissitudes of life he has gone through to write such a poem!" “He’s worthy of the ‘Gifted Hibiscus Scholar’ title. He’s truly worthy of it!”

The beautiful boy with a metal-clasped nose, Whose skin is like peaches and cream, I wonder if the beautiful boy knows, I would love to make him mine. Then the twat took out a fussy, monogrammed handkerchief and mopped his sweaty upper lip. There was a fancy G on it, presumably in case he forgot his name. I just hoped he would forget the poem. It hadn’t even rhymed. If he was going to make a creepy poem about Ryden, couldn’t he have at least rhymed cream with something like ‘dreams’ or ‘sunscreen,’ which Ryden desperately needed? “That was romantic,” DeeDee said, clasping her hands to her chest.

This poem is titled Blossom. "The recklessness of youth led to the missed opportunities with the ladies. How I long to seek love, but there are no longer blossoms to be had." Smiling, he asked everyone, "Don't you think it's an excellent poem?" Griffin was sorely tempted to smack Dunley. Like hell it was! Just moments ago, he'd been deeply worried that an enemy was approaching. Who would've thought that Dunley simply wanted silence so that he could come up with a poem?

I wanted to outshine other kids and show that I was a future alpha, and hence, I chose to write a rhyming poem while everyone else stuck with writing an essay. And as I was extremely eager, I volunteered to go first, unlike other children who were reluctant to go up on the stage. I still recall the embarrassment I've felt, the tears I've shed, and the laughter of other children when they laughed at me after I've finished reciting my poem. That's because what I wrote was cringe and I used certain words I had only heard and had no idea what they meant. One such word was 'fúck'. Yeah, fuck.

"This is regarding the poem you wrote for the 'The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword' contest in grade 8." Bile rose in my throat as memories flooded back. I had poured my heart into that poem. The theme that year had been personal growth, empathy, and anger. I did not want to be reminded of my mother because she had been the subject matter of the poem in question. But hearing Cupid's inquisition about the poem caused a sense of unease to wash over me. How did they even know about that poem? And why were they bringing it up now?

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused. There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...

We comp​rom‍ise—grou‍p dates only, and she has to be home by 9 PM. ‍“This is so embarr⁠assing,” Za⁠ra compla‍ins.‍ “You’ll survive​.” Kiya i‍s th​irteen and going throu​g‌h her artistic pha⁠s‌e⁠.‌ E‌ver‍y‍thing is drama and emotion and dark⁠ poetry. “Listen⁠ to‍ my poem,” sh⁠e annou‍nce‌s at⁠ dinner o‌ne night.

Hello there! I'm Mason Woods and I'm about to take you back to the past—back to my childhood and my teendom days. Don't hate me for some of the things I did, my hormones are craaaazy Being a teenager is an amazing time a hard time. It's when you make your best friends- I have girls who will never leave my heart and I still talk to. You get the best and the worst as a teen. You have the best friendships and the worst heart breaks