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Teen Poetry
Submissions are now being accepted for our special teen poetry section.  All submissions can not be accepted.
Remember the guidelines:  
No totally downer stuff.   Sad is okay, as shown in poems #1 and 2.  Violence towards yourself or others is never accepted on this website.  
Do your spell checks, have a title, and send a short paragraph about your poem.  For example: Why, when, or where you wrote it.  
Send only what you consider really good work . . . your own work.   One to three poems per submission.  


NEW !  Masquerade by J. H. Phillips show us how deeply teens think.  Thason's new entry, My Life, is worth a read or two!    ***Emily, our fourth contributor, shares her closeness with her best friend.  Read Who You Really Are.***
** You will want to read our third teen contributor's very romantic poem Awaiting My Love. Helena does a lovely job.
You might want to bookmark her website for a visit, too.  
** A. Wuest, our first teen contributor, puts into words what a lot of teens feel.  ** Our second teen contributor,  A. Russell, shows us in her lyrical style that our teens have heart and depth.  Excellent!
Congratulations to all!   Best wishes in all of your future writing



Peace, love, and harmony
from A Poetry Suite.
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3.  
About this poem:  
Still waiting for my Immortal Beloved.

 Awaiting My Love  by Helena de Vière

Fragrance of misty roses,
Nightly air it sends.
Your letters I read over,
And over once again.
China cups set forward,
Steam trails out your name.
Waiting for your shadow,
Amidst the Autumn rain.
Light spreads across to darkness,
The roaring fire glows.
My love is pricked and bleeding,
By Cupid's arrows and bows.
Yet the candles warm, My Dearest,
As you had warmed my heart.
And how I dream of you, My Dearest,
May we never be apart.

© Helena de Vière  visit Helena's Website
4.  
About this poem:  
My best friend who stives to make everyone happy never shows her true self unless
she's around me.  I was just thinking about her
when I came across this page so I wrote this.

 Who You Really Are by Emily Skeens

To show your true self would be a crime
You don't want anyone to know that you cry
You act so happy to make them smile
But behind closed doors nothing's worth while
You cry when you spend the night
Because I'm the only one who will listen
All those you were there for turn their backs
But I'm always here for you and you know that
So tell me all secrets
And feed me no more lies
And I'll try and help you through and this pain inside.
1.


 Lone Spectator by  A. Wuest

A lone spectator
Silently observing
The game of life
I'm a player of the game
Yet no one gives me the ball
Even when everyone else is covered
And I'm standing, alone
Wide open.
Do they do this because they want to protect me
And keep me from being trampled
Or is it because they find me incompetent
And can't handle my own life
Sure, a few times I've tried to dribble the ball
Only to let it bounce out of bounds
But everybody makes mistakes
Everybody's human

All I'm asking is to play one game
Just one game and not be hassled
If I mess up.
It's my life.
2.  
About this poem: "One night I was feeling lonely and sad and I sat outside with mixed feelings swirling around in my head, so I wrote them down and expressed them in this poem."

 Unimportant  by A. Russell

I'm sitting on my porch all alone
Trying to fight these tears
But they're just too strong
I just got off the phone
No one even noticed
My wavy voice or my sorrow tone
I'm good at hiding my tears
People think they know me
But oh they have another
Thought coming their way
I looked up to the sky
To find a star to wish upon
But it's so cloudy I can't see any
I can't even talk to the man in the moon
Nobody here to talk to
No shoulders to cry on
Just my pencil and my paper
I'm sitting on my porch all alone
Trying to fight these tears
But they're just too strong . . .
5. about your poem: my life

 My Life by  Thasan

As you may be aware,
Of the committee's motion for care.
Seduced by the fetish motion,
I look for my life's potion.

My life's a distant memory,
Upon which I lay a sympathetic salutary.
I search for infinite glory,
To build a shrine for security.

I've conquered many worries,
And solved many mysteries.
Yet, you may think that my life's disastrous,
But I say, it's blooming marvelous.







This spot could be for your poem!
6. about your poem:  For the longest time, I was having these odd thoughts about life, that I'm sure lots of people think about.  Still, it bothered me.  Things that affect me that much, I put into poetry.  In this case, it took me a few years to come up with the words and ideas to do so.  That's a long time to carry such a mind-burden.  Anyway, this is the longest poem I've ever written, and one of the best.  Enjoy!
 Masquerade by Justin Haley Phillips
Peep at them through your
eyeholes.
They don't know you.
They can't tell who that is
   behind the mask.
Twirl throughout this dizzying dance
bright costumes and hidden faces
   swaying in a mixed up
   messed up
   jumble of entangled bodies.
   And then confronted by
that ever-present question:
   Who are you?
In attempt to answer
   tug at your mask.
   What!
Pull, scratch, tear
   until you bleed.
   It stays.
You are trapped:
   prisoner to anonymity
swept along by this sea of the costumed
drowning in your silent screams of sorrow
   of terror
   of fury
   of confusion.
They echo within your long-abandoned mind
   ricocheting off jagged remnants
   of childhood dreams and wishes.
Crystalized fantasies like so many bugs in amber
   are the only witnesses to your pain
   omniscient, and mute.
Your heart, swaddled in festive cloth,
   beats slowly
   does only what it must.
Anything more is a burden.
   Unwrap it.
   Hold it in your hands.
Be gentle.
   Not what it used to be?
Grayed and shrunken
   almost wrinkly.
Reminds you of your grandmother,
   feels like rice paper.
Your soul, somewhere under the bed of your inside,
   is dusty
   you forgot you put it there, for "safekeeping".
You forgot you had one.
   Wipe it off.
   Shine it on your sleeve.
Be careful.
   Not what you remember?
Cracks run like spiderwebs.
The glow is gone
   all that emanates from it now
   is the smell of mold and dirty socks.
Wait!
All this while
as you screamed in silence
revealed your heart
found your soul
   you've been dancing.
Your being is free
for your feet know their work
   will stop for nothing
   can stop for nothing.
Impossible
   until the music ends
   or better yet
until the magic spell is cast
   or curse is lifted
and the masks may be removed.
Then can we stop this ridiculous masquerade
    to truly
    KNOW
    each other.



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Remember:  No totally downer stuff.    Violence towards yourself or others is never accepted on this site.  
Do your spell checks, have a title.  
If you want to send a short paragraph about your poem, that'd be fabulous!  For example: Why, when, or where you wrote it.
 
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