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Poem Details | by Sanderline Fleury |
Categories: betrayal, care, career, change, childhood, confusion, courage, cry, depression, discrimination, faith, feelings, forgiveness, girl, grief, growing up, inspiration, jealousy, judgement, loneliness, lonely, strength, suicide, teen, teenage, truth,

read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)


Poem Details | by evan bowen |
Categories: death, school, teenage,

Columbine

That tragic day the school bells tolled
in April nineteen ninety-nine:
the massacre at Columbine,
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Some say that Harris was a cold
and grandiose young psychopath,
who wished to show the world his wrath:
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Some say that guns should not be sold.
Some blame it on deep discontent.
Can we predict? Can we prevent
the rage of Harris and Klebold?

That tragic day the school bells told 
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: care, christian, courage, cry, faith, fear, god, grief, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, smile, spiritual, strength, teen, teenage, thanks, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, christian, courage, cry, death, faith, god, grief, heart, hope, image, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, lost, love, lust, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, sad love, spiritual, strength, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, visionary, youth,

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, change, christian, courage, cry, dark, emotions, faith, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, god, grief, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, joy, miracle, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, uplifting, visionary, youth,

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to ***********,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

Lines of Comfort and Reassurance to My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food,
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all down and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (with wife in deed), never
can I be your white knight with steed;
but your sadness won't last forever,
if you pray for the one you need. 




Poem Details | by Grace Faolian |
Categories: abuse, age, angel, anger, angst, betrayal, childhood, dad, daughter, depression, father daughter, grief, hate, loneliness, lonely, murder, poverty, teen, teenage, women,

Angels

I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: addiction, age, allah, anger, change, community, cry, dedication, fear, feelings, fire, god, grave, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, life, me, nice, pain, sad, sin, student, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, uplifting, wisdom, words, world, youth,

My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Poem Details | by Amy Rose |
Categories: beauty, conflict, courage, depression, education, faith, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, health, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, journey, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, peace, poems, power, psychological, society, strength, stress, teen, teenage, trust, uplifting, woman, women, world,

Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love

Poem Details | by A Yorkshire Poet |
Categories: car, death, teenage,

Young man in a high powered car

Young man in a high powered car

Don't you realise what a danger you are?

You don't think until it's gone too far

Was it worth it to show off to your friends?

Now the reality hits as your victim's life ends

Young man in a high powered car

It's not a game, now responsibility must start

Revving your engine and reckless driving 

Does not make you a star.

Young man in your high powered car

Your ego has pushed you too far

There are no car keys for murderers behind bars

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: bereavement, death, girl, music, snow, teenage,

Somber Song

Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.

Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.

The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.

One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.

So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.

Poem Details | by Aidan Dufaux |
Categories: autumn, death, deep, grave, life, nature, teenage, tree,

A lone leaf

Clinging desperately
A lone leaf
On an autumn branch,
Enduring the cold winds that blow
The breath of winter,
The darkened skies,
The bare branches of a skeleton tree.
One more push and it will fall,
Swoop down in all glory,
To paraphrase life's forgotten misfit ideals
No matter the tenacity of the leaf,
How strong its stem holds,
Falling is fate,
And rotting is
Inevitable
Among the others
Engraved in stone.

Poem Details | by kennith stomps |
Categories: abuse, confusion, feelings, grief, how i feel, loneliness, lonely, lost, missing you, passion, poetry, self, sick, teen, teenage, write, writing,

The nice guy

Sometimes it sucks being the nice guy
the girl you love isn't interested
just friends says she
just friends the next
pain is all I feel
to cover it agitates the wound
it's exhausting
I drive, as far as possible
return still slightly insane
haunted, f*cking go away
I want to cry, but they're looking my way
so my struggled smile here and their
walk away in tears
living in fear

Poem Details | by Ana Jusino |
Categories: emotions, feelings, girl, goodbye, grief, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, identity, judgement, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, pain, poems, poetry, poets, sad, self, social, sorry, stress, student, suicide, teen, teenage, write, writing, youth,

Be Her

You see her?
Why don't go be like her?
No one likes you,
so this is what you must do.

You must stop being yourself,
get off of you shelf.
You must please everyone,
to do that, you must be number one.

She's the perfect girl,
you're the no one in the world.
So go ahead, and give yourself away,
since you're going the wrong way.

You are no longer you,
see what you can do.
You are now her,
that's better than what you ever were.

Poem Details | by Brandon Carter |
Categories: death, metaphor, power, society, song, teen, teenage, tribute, violence, war, writing, youth,

Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013


Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet

Poem Details | by jill spagnola |
Categories: bereavement, dedication, discrimination, how i feel, humanity, teenage, wisdom,

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You weren’t the gunman, but you didn’t want to see gay people kissing in public.
You weren’t the gunman, but you don’t like gay characters on TV.
You weren’t the gunman, but you think gay people are sinful and need saving.

You weren’t the gunman, but you were upset when gay people gained the right to marry.
You weren’t the gunman, but you use slurs for gay people.
You weren’t the gunman, but you would vote against legal protections for gay people.

You weren’t the gunman, but you’re the culture that built him.

You’re the bullets in his gun...

~ Written by fifteen-year-old Jared, formerly known as Megan ~ 

Jared’s original poem written 6~ 16~ 2016


Poem Details | by Christian Guild |
Categories: death, death of a friend, depression, feelings, friend, funeral, stress, teen, teenage,

Death

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my friend.

The only one I trust.
Leaving me here alone, 
Depressed.

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my family.
 
The fire burned our home.
Turning them into dust.
Burning loneliness into my heart.
Quieted.

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my life.

Poem Details | by Alexis George |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, angst, art, beautiful, beauty, blue, body, books, change, courage, creation, depression, future, grief, hope, people, strength, student, sweet, teen, teenage, time, wisdom, words, world,

Vicissitude

It wasn't quick
but it seemed to happen so.
The indecisive thoughts soon became quite clear,
but not exactly as crystal would be.
It's easy to see
why it could be frowned upon;
many have ended hurt,
scarred,
and even put to eternal rest.
However, she was undaunted;
she knew her misconceptions could only be 
beneficial.
A swift turn and a venturesome soul
shaped her into a beautiful love song,
a hysterical vision of black and blue.
Throughout the tough goings
and a shattered lullaby or two,
she settled, though erratic,
into a breathtaking work of art
made of misfortunes and lust.
"Change has come and left,
but it shall never be truly gone,"
She cried in her lucid dreams
of the present.

Poem Details | by Dayna Raven |
Categories: addiction, corruption, death, death of a friend, depression, grief, teenage,

Empty Seat

There's an empty seat 
Right in front of me 
I stare in disbelief

"I know the boy
who sat right here."
But now he's in the ground. 

There's an empty seat
Glared at with broken eyes
No one sleeps tonight.

Poem Details | by Ag Ki |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, angst, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, metaphor, miss you, poetess, symbolism, sympathy, teen, teenage,

layers peel

I had a dream,
It was a nightmare.
I remember nights where,
I’d sleep. 

I don’t wanna feel lonely, 
it feels too real.
But if I don’t feel lonely,
Then I don’t feel.

Again my layers are starting to peel,
Which is a sad shame,
I was just starting to heal.

Poem Details | by Ana Jusino |
Categories: cry, dark, depression, emotions, feelings, grief, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, me, pain, people, poems, poetry, poets, sad, sorrow, sorry, teen, teenage, write, writing, youth,

The Breakdown

Kill me now,
no one needs to know how.
They don't care anyways,
let me waste away.

I'm so alone,
I'm always on my own.
I was happy one minute,
now I want to cut.

I'm trying to stay strong,
but it's been too long.
I'm giving up,
since no one is helping me up.

I'm falling down,
and there's no one around 
to keep me sane,
so all I want is pain.

Poem Details | by Kevin Crossed |
Categories: anger, dark, death, emo, murder, teen, teenage,

Die

Your timeline is close to your grave
It's soon time for your flesh to decay
I hear screams outside my screens
And I'm feeling scared of homicidal means
I'm scared of my demons and suicidal thoughts
Out of my skin ascends bloody dots
Out of life descends bloody corpses
No one can find the fatal source to disorders
No more sympathy for undeserving souls
Who can't stand up to the words that they told
Cowardice is your only definition
Why isn't self-harm your unhealthy addiction?

Poem Details | by kennith stomps |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, confusion, crazy, cry, emo, emotions, grief, how i feel, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, missing you, poems, poetry, relationship, sad, sad love, senses, stress, suicide, teen, teenage, writing,

Pill after Pill

Pill after pill
The pain still remains,
Night after night
Glued to this haze 
thinking of you
emotions spread
love, hate, everything between
covered in shade
after slowly going insane
this blade,
allows emotions to escape through my veins.

Poem Details | by Joe Hinojosa |
Categories: death, lost love, me,

Teenage Abortion

What am i?...

awake by hate
an angels mistake
no fate, no color, no race
just a face that's misplaced
with no dream to be chased....

why must i be unfree to disease
someone help me to believe
to breath in belief i exist to achieve
the thought i hoped is no longer in me....

scared and dispaired, disapointed unfair
a hole in my soul, through darkness and air
you to compare, the damage is rare
rigamortise of death is finally there....

what are we forcing facing distortion
what we believed is no longer important
paint me a portrait in life in assortment
and what has begun is only a portion

cause what iam.... is a teenage abortion.