poems on teenage and adolescence?

Question

pls help me by tellin some poems on these topics

Answer 1

wait till i grow up pl do at least till tomorrow





ADOLESCENCE



Adolescence is a wonderful experience, for the youth,

Believe me, it makes them face the pragmatic truth,

For it is the correct stage of knowing

That's when really one learns about ones growing.



To guide the youth from picking up trash,

We have to be sympathetic not rash

I know so many beautiful girls and boys,

Those with whom some guys play with, like toys,

And at times I wonder why parents do,

Leave their teenagers with relatives too..



Teenagers need the comfort and confidence they lack,

Sure keepers will not take advantage behind parents’ back,

But these days relatives are the ones one cannot,

Leave their innocent adolescents with, I say dare not.

In the lives of these innocent ones there is no fear,

And to adolescents make this clear,



They want to know more and more for sure,

How should they with their own and opposite sex endure.

Believe you me dear parents of this world of today,

Do your best to guard adolescents from day to day.

Do not believe blindly they will be able to fend,

For you will be the greater losers towards the end.









........ON THE BEACH....



I saw them running around hand in hand ,

They were two boys,

On the other side I saw,

Two teenagers,in their bikinis,



Ilooked at other signs of their associations,

Alas sad to say, I found none.

I moved on and took mine along,

to the other side.



When this one did a smile fling

I looked around she was a thing,

Then I saw what I thought I did,

The two boys clasped, yes not gasped,

They moved away and so did we.



We ran into the water and did not care,

The twins did at us stare,

We blushed and smiled as they smiled back,

We were in our jeans and they without,

We wondered why they laughed at us.

Guess what we were at the wrong beach,



It was only for the nudist youth,

We were out of sync I came to know,

We were out far into the sandy waters,

And there we thought of stripping so,

But shy as we felt we could not do,

Can you guess,who was by then,who with who?



FROM THE COFFEE SHOP



As I sat alone having coffee ,

I saw her passing by swiftly.

I ran out,for I thought it is now or never,

To make a new friend on a coldest morning ever.



I called her from far and yelled,

'HELLO HELLO'

There was no response, so I did her follow.

Once gain I called at her,

She was unmindful.

What the hell I said to myself ,

I ran ahead of her to stop her,

She smiled and smiled without response,

I wondered what she wanted to say,

'Hello' I said once more,

She was deaf for sure.



I waived and returned back to my coffee shop,

My coffee, as she had, was also gone,

Alas I, she and coffee guy,

All to each other had to say,

Bye,bye,good bye.



DESPAIR

My Love I wake up for your love dear,



I go to sleep,as dreams make me feel near,



And make me gain confidence that you're close,



In an imperfect world, we all unwantedly chose,





Yet when I awake I miss,the warmth I craved,



My fantasy and imagination I so honestly braved,



And I fall back again from the stair,



My dear I'm utterly miserable, oh this, despair.





My innate desire to spend a whole life,



As your dear lovelingly and only wife.



Perhaps that was what you did always desire,



And the flame of fire in me, you did fire.





I miss your warmth and loving embrace,



I do not know when and how, I fell from grace.



Your lovely look,your eyes, and beautiful smile,



I always possessed and will possess all the while.





What made you think I was just a playful toy,



Just to hold for a while and enjoy,



What made you think of me that so low,



Say it all was just not said ,let my heart glow.





Come back to me my life, my breath,my love ,



There is nothing left for me on earth or heaven above,



And come back to my arms once again,



My life, my very being, please do not leave me in vain.

''HELLO CANADA''

INVENTIONS



I invent when I need to,



Now is the time which has come my way



Very soon, yes today or tomorrow,



Every one will come to know what,do you



Never mind I know can never guess,



Tomorrow when you read the newspapers,



I will be in picture, a full page



Only then will you learn of my invention,



Now till the day arrives yes the morn,



Shall ye see, what to my mind was born

PANAMA



Pamela, Pamela where are you?



All are anxiously here, that's true,



Now is the time to cut the cake,



All are awaiting for the one you did make,



Mama dear, where have you hidden it,



All of us want a slice of cake ,a bit.



LIBRA HAPPY BIRTHDAY



Libran's are from a world of a kind,

Of those who have a beautiful mind.

They are very methodical and enchanting,

Their smile is very, very charming.



Libras is a world to earn name and fame,

Their glances win hearts all the same,

Of those who reward them with a Rose,

My dear Libras are, to whom the universe,

The lovers' the classic winners,

Would all love to propose.

My Dear...............................



HAPPY BIRTHDAY.................



From....................



With a bunch of roses to you.

Answer 2

Poems For Teenagers

Answer 3

theres a poem in the book The Perks of being a Wallflower. Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.



Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.



Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly



That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.



-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky





its the only one i can think of that completely encompasses the pain of growing up ...

Answer 4

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poems on teenage and adolescence?

pls help me by tellin some poems on these topics

Answer 6

I posted this one last evening...



My Adolescent Friend

(a broken sonnet for Jodie)





There is this child I know; a little girl,

fifteen years old but wise beyond her years.

She stays with us sometimes, for in her world

things aren’t as simple as they might appear.



She is a beauty, but with all her pierc-

ings, jet black clothes, weird makeup and tattoos,

you have to look past that sometimes. The fierce,

foreboding, Goth exterior she’ll lose



and we will sit together and just talk

of politics, or sports, or guys, whatever.

I chuckle sometimes at the antics that

she brings to conversation. But I know



that there is danger brewing in her life.

I wish for her the innocence of youth.