Now a days many believe that the teenagers who write love or hate poems are either lonely or heartbroken, etc. The truth is that these teenagers most of the time don’t have that one person who can help them out through the tough times. Many of us are lucky to have that person in our life, but what happens to that person who can’t count on anyone??

Automatically people will start to think that they will just break down and let their problems get to their head. But that’s where most of us are wrong. Teenagers and even adults now decide to just write poems or keep a journal to write down their secrets, thoughts and feelings.  Most of the time we misjudge people who eventually come out to be the total opposite of what we thought. We can’t go around just talking about other people. With their poems they show the world a different side to the problems that we think only we go through. But these teenagers are everyday regular people, who just like us have their bumps in life. We can’t go through life just judging people!! I mean come on we wouldn’t want people judging us all the time, so then we should not judge others and especially when they are expressing their feelings and helping others that have the same problems.

There are really good websites in which you can find poems written by teenagers like you. It really shows the effort and the soul that these teenagers put into their poems. We should take some time and read these poems and really read what these teenage authors are trying to tell us. Some of these authors really can help us through a lot and can even give us advice. So next time we have to critize these authors we should take a moment to reason things out and just think about how they can be helping us with some of the problems we might have.

Teen Poems

Poetry America

I’ve known Paulina Martinez since 6th grade at Hollenbeck Middle School, and honestly, at first, I thought she was kind of weird. I was quiet and reserved while she was blunt and outgoing, but somehow, through two things we were brought together. The first was, of course, anime.

The second was poetry.

We had both gone through so many things as kids and we rarely had anyone to talk to, so we wrote poetry. We had journals we used to just let our thoughts flow freely onto the paper. But more than anything, we were bound together by poetry about heartache. We started talking more freely about our feelings in ninth grade, because truthfully, each of had a hard time trusting anyone besides ourselves. We had experienced so much disappointment because of people we thought we could trust that we understood each others’ issues with trust completely.

But as I said, we did open up eventually and we wrote and talked about love and heartache and So much more. Eventually, we were in sync and inseperable. If she was having a bad day, I would know, and vice versa. If she was in love, I could tell before anyone else could even consider it.

She’s currently living in Denver, Colorado, but we’re still amazing friends, and I adore her so much I wrote her this poem:

I used to stand

A L O N E,

Thinking there was

No one I could

T R U S T.

But the Y O U came

Into my life,

And showed me

I was W R O N G.

You gave me your

F R I E N D S H I P,

And showed me your

L O V E.

It was a strange,

but P L E A S A N T feeling

and my trust for you

Grew S T R O N G E R from then on.

You became my B E S T F R I E N D,

My sister, My twin;

Someone I could trust

With no R E G R E T S.

There may be times

When we have our D I F F E R E N C E S,

But I’ve come to realize

That we’ll be friends

‘Til the E N D.

So don’t E V E R quit,

Don’t ever lose

H O P E,

Because no matter what happens…

I love you T W I N.

This age of technology and new styles and glamorous new clothing is taking the role as priority of everyday lives for the citizens of LA People dress in acquiescence to the new trends, and are, in spite of what is necessary, taking in this warped culture of ours.

What bothers me is the idea of the standard of beauty. What is Beauty? Beauty as I perceived it was supposed to be unique and transcending past that of the physical form. I always shared the idea of Emerson that beauty varies, for it was seen through a plastic Eye.

But they don’t realize that the standard has been set, the look that is followed is the one who can fit in a size ten jeans or the one with the mask of thick colorful make-up. But that stuff is beyond me, I prefer to look the other way and be an observer only acting when it necessary.

A friend of mine, well I consider her a friend, just recently about a couple months ago began wearing eyeliner. I don’t think she needs it, but it’s not my place to say. She is very beautiful and wearing make-up is not a bad thing, but it is just that when the world finally gets on someone’s face? It makes me think why?

It shouldn’t matter to me so much, perhaps it’s best that I remain out of it, but I can’t help but ponder over that why is has to happen. I now speak in terms of looks, to my opinion, I’ve seen the most beautiful of women become someone whom I consider unattractive because of their false need to wear make-up.

It would be wrong of me to say that make-up is wrong or bad, I just believe it to be unnecessary. Those virgins to collagen lipstick, I have great respect for them. This does not mean that I do not respect those who wear it. I think that if ur to look a certain way, make it your own. The look is the poetry of the body.

I find that lately people seem to think my love of writing as something “strange and abnormal” for someone my age, and I honestly don’t understand why.

I’ve been writing poems and short stories for myself and my friends since the sixth grade, and people either look at me like I’m crazy or comment that I should become an author or a poet. I know teens rarely enjoy anything like writing, but if you look around, look very closely, you’ll notice that I’m not the only person who looks to writing for help.

There are websites like Lunaescence and FanFiction.net – fan fiction websites – for teenagers who write stories where people can insert themselves into their favorite books, movies, and TV shows through their stories.

Many people, like myself, have written some original stories or poems and posted them on that website. Although the website attracts more Anime/Manga fans than any others, the website is a good one if you’re looking for people to read and review your stuff.

If you’re the kind of person who’s more into poetry to let out your creativity than story writing, you can check out the Poetry America website. I’ve visited that website constantly and find people who write the most amazing poetry, and they’re all kids between the ages of 13-19, teenagers like you and me that don’t seem to have the confidence to share it with the world unless they’re hiding behind their computer screens.

So next time you hear someone say they like writing to express their feelings, don’t automatically assume that they’re keeping a journal or something, because there are more ways than writing in a journal to express your feelings. I should know. ;p

Here are two songs from my favorite band HIM lead by the talented Finish singer Ville Hermanni Valo .

Ville valo writes all these songs and i feel that it has a poetic tone to all he says in the lyrics. This is purely for my enjoyment , and if you don’ t like this one is for you (cruz cruz que se valla el diablo y que llege jesus) for those who enjoyed it kool with a k

Close to flame

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The kiss sweetest
And touch so warm
The smile kindest
In this world so cold and strong

So close to the flame
Burning brightly
It won’t fade away
And leave us lonely

The arms safest
And words all good
The faith deepest
In this world so cold and cruel

So close to the flame
Burning brightly
It won’t fade away
And leave us lonely

Venus (in our blood)

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Her heaven’s a lie to those who threw away the key
Her god is alive and well when the higher believes
And you can’t bend the river of her dreams
Or understand the divine words she speaks

Venus denies your severing tides above dark waters
You can’t quench her thirst with the fear hiding away from the day
Venus denies you in your dark waters
The moon kissed the sun and now we hold her in our blood

Her savior was never on a cross pierced with nails
Thirty pieces of silver never retraced her mistake
She’ll always be free from the arms of your sins
That made you weak as your world started crumbling

Venus denies your severing tides above dark waters
You can’t quench her thirst with the fear hiding away from the day
Venus denies you in your dark waters
The moon kissed the sun and now we hold her in our blood

(She’s in our blood)
Venus denies your severing tides above dark waters
You can’t quench her thirst with the fear hiding away from the day
The Venus denies you in your dark waters
The moon kissed the sun and now we hold her in our blood
In our blood
In our blood
In our blood
(She’s in our blood)

Many girls find their true love in high school but what happens when all those true loves become into 3 different ones and you don’t know who to choose from? It becomes chaos!

They all want out hang out with you who to choose from you like them all. There is only one solution, try all of them out and see with which one it comes out better.

Then what about if they find out that your lying to all them, your going to lose all of them. The best thing to do my sister says is, “Say all of their names and see which one gives you butterflies more!”

Well yes that,s a perfect way, right? Well try it and whatever name gives you butterflies more thats the one you belong with.

Make everything possible to make it the best relationship ever thats the one you choose right well like said he’s suppose to be your one true love. Don’t mess this one up!

Well what about if you don’t wan to try this out try talking to someone get so advice help yourself and do your best to make it work.

I wrote this poem for my creative writing class:

Nights are dark,

so are empty promises in February.

The month of love and bitterness,

the month where corporations make a dollar of your heart,

and cupid’s arrow isn’t filled with love but instead with lust and pain.

Where guys have one thing in mind and girls just want something nice, hoping that their hearts won’t get broken.

Because, no one really wants to end up alone at the half end of this month.

Because love is great and everyone wants part of it.

Her eyes are beautiful and so kind  

 Her lips are red as wine

Her voice is so exotic

Yet so hypnotic

Her smile the most provoking

My love is for her is cloaking

 I want to dine with her tonight

I want to be her knight

I want to hold her in my arms

While i think about her charms

I want that long awaited kiss 

My lips against hers would be a bliss

My wish would be to stare at her eyes

Till the song of the rooster cries

 

She is the day and she is the night

And their is no other option than to fight

Thus the poem ends while the moon cries

As the roses bloom he dies

Boom!

I hear the hit

I hear it, I can feel it

You’re going to do it again

 

Boom!

I heard it again

You were walking up the stairs

Me behind you

You fell

Then I fell

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I walked up to the stage 

Oh my God I am walking up to the stage

A huge smile on my face, I can’t wait to see what’s next

My heart is beating so fast, I’m going to pass out 

All those people looking at me, I LOVE IT!

All those people looking at me, I HATE IT!

Keep looking at me!

Look away!

I feel the LSD rushing through my head

Confusion is running through my head, what’s going on!?

I feel the excitement. The acid, the beer, the liquor, it’s so amazing 

Everything looks so terrifying

My mouth opens

God, what am I going to do?

The amazing words that I emit make everyone love me!

I’m going to scream, they hate me!

I sway to the rhythm

I am dancing like an idiot

“Come on baby light my fire”

When will my fire be lit?

The song is going to end, NOOOO!!!!

FINALLY! This is the end

I can’t wait to do this again!

I’m never doing this again

I’m going to jump

I’m going to throw up

I’m flying

I have fallen

I wrote this poem about Jim Morrison.  It is a double-voice poem and it is meant to be what he is thinking and what his conscience is actually thinking.

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