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  • I Follow My Dreams

    I get laughed at,
    I get ignored,
    I often feel trapped,
    and keep my thoughts stored.
    People can be cruel and very mean,
    but no matter what,
    I follow my dreams

New Poems by Teenagers

Young and Old

When all the world is young lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,

You Are Old, Father William

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-

Upon the Swallow

This pretty bird, oh, how she flies and sings!
But could she do so if she had not wings?
Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace;

Our Saviour's Golden Rule

Be you to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you;
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again.

Answer to a Child's Question

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linner and thrush say, "I love and I love!"
In the winter they're silent - the wind is so strong;

Morning Prayer

Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last night
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep

Famous Teens Poems

A Girl's Garden

A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.

What Are Big Girls Made Of?

The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.

Valentine To The Girl In Black

In hand I take this pen of mine
To write you, sweet, a valentine;
I’d take your dainty hand instead,

Blue Girls

Twirling your blue skirts, traveling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary

The Boys

HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise.

To a Childless Woman

You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do...
I have been wrung with anger and compassion for you.

For A Favorite Granddaughter

Never love a simple lad,
Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
Hide from haunted eyes.

I See The Boys Of Summer

I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;

Depression Poems

  • Too soon you wearied of our tears.
    And then you danced with spangled feet,
    Leading Belshazzar's chattering court

  • I divested myself of despair
    and fear when I came here.

    Now there is no more catching
    one's own eye in the mirror,

  • for Aya at fifteen

  • The only legend I have ever loved is
    the story of a daughter lost in hell.
    And found and rescued there.

  • you don't understand
    you never do
    I try to explain
    but I can't get through to you