Teen Poems
Without Word of Rain
by Zemde .
Lamplight through pinholes
painting perfect pictures presently
along the warm cedar planks.
Shimmering sap shining silently
bringing it to life.
The shingle roof
tacked together by tiny tin
nails that sing under the faithful drumming of
melancholy clouds.
Wandering wordlessly in windy wooshes
......
Thoughts of You
by Pratham Virani
Day in day out, i still have thoughts of you,
Was it worth it? I ask myself,
Killed my social life, Been a slave for you,
I enjoyed every moment of it, but did you?
You left, tearing me into a million pieces,
With memories although, that left me longing for more.
Swore i’d never fall in love again,
But every time i looked at your picture
Thoughts of you made me fall over and over again
Thought i was over you a long time ago,
......
the Five Poems
by Eric Beafre
1)
For who i used to be
I've been fine
Now i'm used to be
I'll be fine
Now i'm used to me
I've been mine
There is still some stress left
It gets me
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I Miss...
by Nehal Mistry
Those brown eyes shine better than pools of honey in the sun,
That brown hair flows better than grass flowing on a windy day,
That voice which seems to be even deeper than the ocean,
That laughter that's music to my ears,
No longer feel the same.
I miss the twinkle in your eyes
I miss the happiness in your voice
I miss that smile on your face
I miss sitting next to you
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Stargazing
by Zemde .
Imagine
The charcoal-with-sap-glitter,
Obsidian glass-domed,
gold sprinkled, dew shimmered,
elusively mountainous night sky;
With the porcelain and mother-of-pearl,
dragonfly wing, china-and-talc,
silvery, glowing moon hung on it.
A milk-gilded veil of clouds
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Maybe
by Nehal Mistry
What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
......
A hut with bright lights
by Eric Beafre
In the sense of the night
we are consumed by the light
With the whole fight on
we are on the frights tonight
the Five Poems
by Eric Beafre
1)
For who i used to be
I've been fine
Now i'm used to be
I'll be fine
Now i'm used to me
I've been mine
There is still some stress left
It gets me
......
I Wish
by Nehal Mistry
I wish it had happened at a better time...
Maybe it would have gone in a better direction, maybe not.
The yellow of the bus, the brown of the sand, and the blue of the water & sky,
All hold memories of moments
I never knew would end so soon...
The classroom, full of chairs and tables where we sat every day,
hold memories I never knew would exist one day...
Walking into that place every day, knowing it's not the same anymore, is hard.
All those memories keep coming back in a flash.
......
the repressed
by norman rockwell"No matter when I recall the times of my youth, I remembered how I craved death in full desperation. For even if my lungs were to breathe air and my core were to beat faster, they ignored me as if I were a corpse lying on the ocean floor, consumed by creatures of those who settle on the salty waters. They watched me rot; my parents did. Yet, what's unfortunate is that I lived."
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