Teenage years are a time when we experience some of life’s most difficult issues for the first time. It is a turbulent time, with different obstacles to face and overcome.
Adolescence is filled with lots of love, mood swings, heartbreaks, adventures and figuring things out on your own by making mistakes and learning from the things you experience.
Below, we have compiled a list of teen poems. These poems will help teenagers express how they feel about love, grief, family and life as a whole.
35 Interesting Poems For Teenagers
The Teenage Years By Sarah Gray
From the wrong turns we take,
From the fake friends we make,
And from the times we almost break.Our mistakes help us grow,
But at the time, we didn’t know.
We didn’t want our weakness to show.
At the time, we couldn’t let them know.Our fake friends were there,
But they didn’t actually care
Our secrets they would share,
And now as we pass, they just stare.Not breaking means you’re strong.
You’d know where you went wrong,
As if you weren’t waiting so long
To explain yourself, but stay strong.So here’s to the liars and traitors,
All the wannabes and haters
And learning from our mistakes
And learning to spot the fakes.Here’s to being a teen
Live it up, ’cause we’re living the dream.
Have I Ever? by Asian Angel
And how it feels like heaven whenever you’re with me.
I just love the way you hold me in your warm embrace.
And when I’m down, how you gently wipe the tears from my face.
The way you kiss, how your lips softly and sweetly meet mine.
The way you innocently look into my eyes, with love and passion
and never cold like ice.So, you’re asking, “How much do I mean to you?”
Words can’t explain how I feel,
but honey, I love you!
Mermaid Song by Kim Addonizio
for Aya at fifteen
Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself
upside down across the sofa, reading,
one hand idly sunk into a bowl
of crackers, goldfish with smiles stamped on.
I think they are growing gills, swimming
up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl,
my slim miracle, they multiply.
In the black hours when I lie sleepless,
near drowning, dread-heavy, your face
is the bright lure I look for, love’s hook
piercing me, hauling me cleanly up.
Seven Stones by Marjorie Agosín
translated by Cola Franzen
Today I picked up
resembling birds and orphans
in the dead sand.
I looked at them
as if they were offerings
of uncommon times,
as if they were
seven endangered travelers.
Like a sorceress, I came near
and very gently
against my cheek.
to be seven stones
inside my skin,
to be, for an instant, very round and smooth
so somebody would pick me up
and make clefts in my sides
with the damp voice of the wind.
you to pick me up,
to kiss me,
so I could be a river stone
in your estuary mouth.
I keep the seven stones
in my pocket.
They make a mound
in my hand
and in my stories
a mossy sound.
Her Kind by Anne Sexton
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind
Equinox by Elizabeth Alexander
Now is the time of year when bees are wild
and eccentric. They fly fast and in cramped
loop-de-loops, dive-bomb clusters of conversants
in the bright, late-September out-of-doors.
I have found their dried husks in my clothes.
They are dervishes because they are dying,
one last sting, a warm place to squeeze
a drop of venom or of honey.
After the stroke we thought would be her last
my grandmother came back, reared back and slapped
a nurse across the face. Then she stood up,
walked outside, and lay down in the snow.
Two years later there is no other way
to say, we are waiting. She is silent, light
as an empty hive, and she is breathing.
From A Teenager’s Side by Olivia
“Bags, books, your comb, and cream
Scattered on the bed with those jeans.
This is how you keep your room clean?”
Do you sometimes forget that I’m a teen?I hear my father say,
“Wake up, get up, and chase your dreams.
This is the time you should choose your stream.
Leave your Twitter, songs, and films.
Don’t waste your time in front of a computer screen.”
Well, why don’t you understand? I’m a teen.I hear my friends complain,
“We know it’s tough, but we have to tell you,
You can be rude without having any clue.
It’s hard to handle you during your mood swings,
as you can go crazy ’cause you don’t know what you mean.”
Why don’t you get it? Like you, I’m a teen.I hear people say,
“OMG! Just look at her size.
Food and drinks? She will never compromise.
She should diet, eat carrots and beans
So she can squeeze into her jeans.”
Why don’t you understand? I’m a teen.Sometimes I wonder, does anyone say,
“She is beautiful in her own way.
She tries her best to achieve something.
She can be cute and crazy but never mean.
After all, she is my sweet lil’ queen.
Please try and understand, she is a teen.”
When Will You Notice Me? by Kayla
Change my hair, the way I walk?
My clothes, the way I talk?
We’ve known each other for some time now,
Yet I’m still invisible to you.
My feelings run deep and how
I wish you only knew.
I see your face every time I close my eyes.
To me, you just seem so different from the other guys.
To you, I’m just a friend,
Nothing more, nothing less.
I settle for friendship in the end
Because I don’t want to make a mess.
Instead, I’ll keep my secret to myself
And take my pride back off the shelf.
Until one day you finally see
That you and I were meant to be.
I’ll wait for now but not too long
Because sooner or later I’ll be gone.
So when will you notice me?
I, Too By Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
Another Breakdown by Shaydee A. Ault
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.It’s hard when you forget to laugh
And you’re scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.It’s hard to pretend you’re happy,
And you’re terrified someone might ask.
It’s becoming harder every day;
It’s becoming quite a task.You feel when your body shakes,
As it searches for something to hold.
Though the temperature feels hot,
Your heart and mind feel cold.Your throat feels like it’s closing,
And your legs feel like they’re weak.
You try your hardest to grasp a breath,
But there’s not even enough to speak.Your hands remain unsteady,
And your heart pounds like a drum,
And even though you can barely walk,
You fight the urge to run.You scream as the world starts spinning,
And your knees drop straight to the ground.
You realize in that moment
You’re just having another breakdown.
We All Return to the Place Where We Were Born by Oscar Gonzales
are the fragmentary visions
of large patios
like an oceanic green mist over the afternoon.Then, crickets would forge in the wind
their deep music of centuries
and the purple fragrances of Grandmother
always would receive without questions
our return home.The hammock shivering in the breeze
like the trembling voice of light at dusk,
the unforeseeable future
that would never exist without Mother,
the Tall tales that filled
with their most engaging lunar weight our days
—all those unchangeable things—
were the morning constellations
that we would recognize daily without sadness.In the tropical days we had no intuition of the winter
nor of autumn, that often returns with pain
in the shadows of this new territory
—like the cold moving through our shivering hands—
that I have learned to accept
in the same way you welcome
the uncertainty of a false and cordial smile.Those were the days of the solstice
when the wind pushed the smoke from the clay ovens
through the zinc kitchens
and the ancient stone stoves
of the secrets of our barefooted and wise Indian ancestors.The beautiful, unformed rocks in our hands
that served as detailed toys
seemed to give us the illusion
of fantastic events
that invaded our joyful chants
with infinite color.It was a life without seasonal pains,
a life without unredeemable time
a life without the somber dark shadows
that have intently translated my life
that slowly move today through my soul
Whispers by Liza Marie
No words spoken
No sound made
Just lying here with you says enoughWith your arms around me
Your breath whispering across my face
Yet so coolingYour comfort and
Your love surround me
You mean so much to me
I’ve never felt love so strongI love looking into your heavenly eyes
But not as much as I love to gaze upon your
It fills me up inside
With emotions too great to expressI want to give you my all
Everything I have inside
How can I prove my love to you
Words just aren’t enoughYou’re what I’ve been waiting for
I’ve been lonely for so long
But when I’m with you
I know in my heart;
my soul, it was worth the waitThe stillness breaks
Your body awakes
You turn over towards me
Your eyes openThey look into mine
They make me glad to be alive
To breathe the same air as you
To touch you
Your soft lips meet mine
They whisper words I could live forever in
“I love you”
My heart melts
I return your kiss
And the words you speak
I return your love
And all that you’ve given to me
I love you, my sleeping baby.
Teen Years by Tammy Walton
they’re the best years of your life.
The thing they don’t tell you,
is they are all full of strife.From a child to a teen,
in less then a year.
It’s a lot to deal with,
you have to grow up fast.As a child you’re free,
as a teen you feel locked up.
A child has no worries,
A teen has a lot.You learn the meaning of love,
you discover broken hearts.
The worries of being accepted,
are the hardest part of all.What’s the “best”
about these years.
When as a teen,
you live in fear.
My Best Friend by Amanda Kavin
I was quiet and shut people out for no reason
I would smile but it wouldn’t symbolize happiness
Then one day I met a friend that would soon be my bestShe made me happy and opened me up without even knowing
We always had so much fun, it was clear where this friendship was going
When I needed her the most she was always there
We always had so many laughs and cries to shareEvery time we talked or laughed the more we would bond
Girl, you know that you always have my shoulder to cry on
If only you knew how important you being my friend means to me
I hope that we are forever “Manda Bear” and “Linzi-Bee.”
Unfeeling Teens by Alesha Faulkner
What’s going wrong in me
Neither do they want to know
For fear they’ll have to see
So many things useless in life
But all acceptable
Except a teen with lofty dreams
But balance by the bowl
So many times I’ve wondered why
Teens today are used
While as a child they sat alone
angry and confused
Crouching down upon the floor
To avoid viscous blows
Of words of hate and flying fists
And what else? Who knows
Creatures from deep inside their minds
That hollow dark abyss
Scream to them their life is lost
They lost it in a kiss
Unfeeling teens when will they learn
What’s prominent and good
And damn it, when will they
Do as WE think they really should?
My Guardian Angel by Andrea Bumstead
And vulnerable at times.
And as you smile I cannot help
But turn my lips upward,
And duplicate the joy
Which lays spread across your face.
When I am sad or unsure,
You make me laugh.
And as you look into my eyes,
They seem to glitter and sparkle
With such energy and life
That I have never seen before.
And it makes me want to be closer to you
All the time.
And even when I am happy and content,
You are there for me.
Just in case I should happen to tumble or fall.
And as you laugh your sound carries across the room,
And it makes me want to be a better person.
As we go along together,
I realize how lucky I am
To be sharing my life with someone as special as you.
You are my everything;
My comfort, my weakness, my joy.
And I thank God everyday
For sending someone like you
To care and comfort me in times of need,
And to be my guardian angel.
For this I thank you,
And hope you will stay in my heart
Seasons Of Changes by Butterfly
What did I ever do?
To deserve the kind of treatment
that I receive from you.You were my friend
when times were blue.
You stood by my side,
through and through.But now you have changed,
you are acting quite different,
I want your old self,
to come out from inside.I want our friendship back
I want you to change.
Is it asking too much
for you to be my friend once again?
A Heart by Erin Young
A heart is not a toy
But if you want it broken,
Just give it to a boy.Boys never give their hearts
They play you for a fool
They wait until you give your heart
And then they play it coolYou think that when he whispers
That special someone is you
In his heart he means it
And every word is trueBut you had better think
Don’t believe his words just yet
For if you do my dearest
Heartbreaks all you’ll get.Don’t ever fall in love my friend
You see it doesn’t pay
Love it causes broken hearts
It happens every dayLove is beautiful, but it can hurt, it’s true.
You’ll think you’re dying before its through
I can tell you all of this I know
Because I fell for the same guy as you!
Fairytale Girl by Annabel Lee Winters
Don’t wear dresses or go to balls.
I’m not the kind who likes to sing.
Don’t dream of wearing a diamond ring.I’ve watched the movies
A hundred times.
Promises of a tall, dark,
Boy in disguise.But I know there’s more out there
Waiting for me.
My dreams come in
A different variety.My blue jeans,
My hopes and dreams
Have a fairytale ending
Just for me.So goodbye Cinderella,
‘Cause I’m on a roll.
Don’t need a prince charming
To have or to hold.The way I am is perfect,
No doubt in my mind.
I’m different, I guess,
And I guess I don’t mind.
The Wishing Star by Sarah
My very best friend told me
So I gazed upon an October night’s sky
And I picked the brightest star I could seeI named my star Karen
A very special name
Now that this star had a title
She was all mine to claimI thought about what I wanted
Something that I could wish for
But as I thought about my wish I realized
Into this process should go much moreKaren should know my thoughts
Behind each and every wish
So before I made my wish that night
I told to Karen thisI could wish for money
Because my family is very poor
However to be rich, money is not a necessity
A person needs so very much moreI could wish for that special boy to like me
And say those three little words
But love is a much more sacred link
That comes on a path with thousands of curvesI could wish to be famous
To be someone other than myself
But self worth is measured by much more than
Having the most trophies on your shelfInstead I want to be rich in spirit
Sound in soul and mind
I wish that when I see the pot at the end of the rainbow
Character is what I will find
Instead I wish for understanding
And courage in matters of love
I pray I’ll meet the special someone
And through tough times we will rise above
Most of all I wish for the ability to know and like
Who I am and what I have become to be
And I ask that you help me realize
That I am special even if that’s not what I always see
I thanked Karen for listening to
My wishes and my dreams
And there she is shinning bright
No matter how dark it seems
Karen listens to all I say
Even though she live in a world so far
But no matter where either of us end up living
She will always be my wishing star
My Angels by Francisco Zenteno
Both so glorious they seem to glow.
When they smile you don’t need the sun,
And that’s not all, these girls are fun!
One is sweet and thinks of nothing but others,
The second is strong and has many colors.
My love for them grows every day,
My closest friends forever I pray.
I miss my angels when we are apart,
They fill an emptiness that is in my heart.
Annie I’ll miss you when you are away,
You’ll always be my angel tomorrow and today.
Rossie, you are perfect, perfect as can be,
My love for you both won’t fade,
This you’ll always and forever see.
Faith, Hope, And Heart by Nicci Pagan
Do dreams come true.
But I’m to tell, here and now,
Your dreams are up to you.
Like “The Rose”,
we may pass through life
And maybe we won’t
make all the friends we should.
But always treasure what you have
and in the mirror what you see,
Then strive to get all you can
and be all that you may be.
On the rocky roads of life,
you must be strong to fall apart.
But, I tell you from my soul to keep
Faith, Hope, and Heart.
Life by Jenna Spears
But what am I running from?
I’m running from life.
It’s impossible to get away.
Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes,
And then things would be different.
I just want to be somebody.
I don’t know if I can, but I’ll try.
I’ve messed up in my life more then once.
But at least I’m still alive.
But do I want to be?
Yes . . . I do.
People mess up all the time.
It’s no reason to just run away.
If you do, your problems will wait for you.
You just gotta move on.
You have to except what you’ve done.
Just can’t sit and feel sorry for yourself.
Life’s not that bad.
It’s what you make it out to be.
There will be good and bad times.
Sometimes more bad then good.
Either way it’s life.
I would never want to change my life.
Even though I’ve messed up in the past.
I think it made me a stronger person.
So instead of running,
I’ll stay and take life as it is!
Welcome Me, Adulthood by Christina Cooper
through childhood with all the wonders and dangers in it.I have placed my childhood fantasies aside,
and picked up hopes of becoming who I want to be.Embrace me knowledge,
I am ready to know more and add to what I know already.
I have conquered my fear of the night,
now I only fear of becoming nothing.
I have stopped pretending to be what I thought I was going to be,
and realized that I am only what I make of myself.I have come down from the land of make-believe,
and I have found the strength to believe in me.
So when I come upon you, open your arms,
and welcome me, Adulthood,
for I am headed your way.
Falling by Lanora Melillo
I drift away
Move into a corner
Books fall onto my desk
10, 15 of them.All I can see above the mountain
Of books is your head.
5 more books pile
onto my desk.I can imagine myself
Running through the forest.
When I stop, I see the words
“You are bad.”
“You will always be alone.”
“No one will like you.”I believed you for years.
I thought I was worthless
Because my mother told me,
“The teacher’s always right.”
Unhappiness by Crystal
Other times I feel as if I could die!
In my life I feel not loved,
I always get kicked around or shoved.
But why should I be happy?
How can I be if I’m treated so crappy?
Every day seems like a battle.
I get thrown around like a baby’s rattle.
Sometimes everything can be so scary.
Why can’t I just be happy and merry?
For all my faults, I am to blame.
I am the one to take all the shame.
I Feel So Lost by Alexsys
On the outside I seem happy. No one thinks anything’s wrong.
But on the inside I am dying, screaming for someone to see
That the happy smile and carefree laugh is not the real me.
I’ve never been happy, not that I can recall.
Between the world and myself I’ve built up a wall.
I don’t know why I’m like this; it makes no sense to me.
I actually come from a very close and loving family.
But even they have no idea of the hell I endure.
They think I’m happy and normal; of this I am sure.
I can’t take it much longer; I can’t live like this!
I want to feel truly happy; that is my biggest wish.
I need help, but who will help me? Who could comprehend?
Is there anyone out there who can help bring this to an end?
Or am I simply trapped, a prisoner of despair?
Am I really all alone? Is there no hope for me out there?
I’m so lost; please help me! I can’t do this alone!
I need someone in my corner, a friend to call my own.
Please help me.
A Boat By Richard Brautigan
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
green and red tears
his furry cheeks.
like a boat
out on the dark
You Don’t Understand by Alkiera
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can’t get through to you.I tell you the truth
that I feel so depressed,
but you say I’m okay.
I thought you would know best.So I sit in my room,
locked in my personal hell,
while you pretend it’s all good
and I do as well.But I’m not okay,
and my friends know that, too,
but you can’t seem to see
what is right in front of you.You say it’s a phase,
blame my friends for it all,
but you don’t understand
that this is not their fault.I can’t live like this.
I can’t live this life,
and as much as I tried,
I can’t end it with a knife.I know you’ve been through this,
that you ached so much more,
but I can’t help but wonder
don’t you know me at all!?I thought you would get it,
why I’m acting this way,
but you don’t listen
to what I have to say.You just ignore me,
pretend I’m alright.
I want this to end.
I feel like I might…
but I’m not as strong
as I’d like to be,
so I’ll act all normal
while I wait patiently
for my time to come
and I hope that it’s soon.
My friends understand;
I wish you could, too.
But you don’t understand,
and I know it’s not fair,
but sometimes I feel
like you don’t even care.
I feel all alone,
but I know that’s not true.
I have all my friends,
but I wish I had you.
I know with my friends
I’ll make it through this,
even though it feels like
my life’s falling to bits.
You don’t understand.
You never do,
but I hope with their help
I can make it through.
I Want To Be… by Deshaun Roberts
And I want to be your hardest goodbye.
I want to be the one who never makes you cry,
The one who puts that sparkle in your eye.I want to be the one you trust,
And I want to be the one you can tell all your secrets to.
I want to be the one always by your side,
The one you’re stuck to like glue.I want to be the one who makes you happy,
And I want to be the one who makes you smile.
I want to be the one waiting for you as you’re walking down the aisle,
The one to whom you’d say, “For you, I’d walk a thousand miles.”I want to be the one you truly love,
And I want to be the one who fills your heart.
I want to be the one who’s always there to hold you in the dark,
The one who loved you from the very start.
Farewell by Francisca Aguirre
translated by Ana Valverde Osan
To say goodbye means so little.
We said goodbye to childhood
and it came after us like a dog
tracking our steps.
To say goodbye: to shut that obstinate door that refuses to remain closed,
the persistent scar that oozes memory.
To say goodbye: to say no; who achieves it?
Whoever found the magic key?
Whoever found the point that slides us toward oblivion,
the land that will extirpate the roots
without remaining forever closed over them?
To say goodbye: to turn one’s back; but
who knows where the back is?
Who knows the way that does not die in the well-traveled shortcut.
To say goodbye: to yell because one is saying something
and to cry because nothing is being said;
because saying goodbye is never enough,
because to say goodbye completely
might be to find the spot where to turn one’s back,
the spot to sink oneself into the final no
while life slowly seeps out.
Footprint on Your Heart by Gary Lenhart
Leave a footprint on your heart,
Turn it into a mudroom cluttered
With encrusted boots, children’s mittens,
Where you linger to unwrap
Or ready yourself for rough exits
Into howling gales or onto
Frozen car seats, expulsions
Into the great outdoors where touch
Is muffled, noses glisten,
And breaths stab,
So that when you meet someone
Who is leaving your life
You will be able to wave stiff
Icy mitts and look forward
To an evening in spring
When you can fold winter away
Until your next encounter with
A chill so numbing you strew
The heart’s antechamber
With layers of rural garble.
When Giving Is All We Have by Alberto Ríos
Its journey to the next.We give because someone gave to us.
We give because nobody gave to us.We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it—Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green. You gave meWhat you did not have, and I gave you
What I had to give—together, we made
Something greater from the difference.
Juliet’s First Love by Linze
Like a relationship should be
Time spent together
Honesty trust till
EternityI never knew how much one day could mean to me
I guess I was blind
Not willing to seeMy love of my life had to leave
Face to Face he slowly, patiently
Explained everything to meFull of pain, shock
Not wanting him to leave
Was the hardest part that I did not want to believeSilence, grieving
My heart could not take
I wanted to fall in a deep sleep and never awakeFor the last time I look deep in his big blue eyes
And all I could see
Was a heart broken lover
Because of meMy Romeo has gone
But maybe he will return
To behold me his Juliet
Without saying one wordI need to move on
That is what I tried to remind myself
But it’s hard for I could never love
Baseball by Tim Montano
It is in our minds, it is in our hearts,
The score is tied, 3 to 3,
It is the bottom of the 9th,
And it is up to me,
The coach gives the signal,
It is ok to swing,
I swing the bat and I hear a bing,
Oh gee, Oh no, it is a pop fly,
Way up in the sky,
I feel sick like I am going to die,
As I round second and almost to third,
The center fielder drops it because he is a nerd,
I slide home, look up,
“Safe” I hear the umpire say,
The Tigers have won the game today,
After the game the guys lift me up on their shoulders but I won’t fall,Because today I feel 10 feet tall!