Your teenage poems.... - Writers Forum

female_writer · 10-19-2007, 11:23 AM

For those a bit older (Im 30's) Im curious to read peoples angst-ridden teenage poems.

For me personally, some of mine make me fall on the floor laughing at the extremely dramatic themes.
I thought myself such a tortured soul, little did we know then
that life had much more in store for us!

Destiny
(15 years old)

I wander through deserts, through caves black as night
grasping for something that opens to light

I sail on the oceans, the seas of the world
praying their blue tears will shed precious pearls

I fly to the sun with wings white as snow
all the while waiting to bask in its glow

My story is the same, it wont ever end
until I meet fate and destiny at hand.

(Im simultaneously laughing at the drama and crying for that poor girl right now!)

Mallignamius · 10-19-2007, 11:28 AM

I like your teenage poetry better than mine.

"I sail on the oceans, the seas of the world
praying their blue tears will shed precious pearls"
-That's the kind of talent I admire.

*is jealous*

Eiji Tunsinagi · 10-19-2007, 11:29 AM

That was a fantastically good poem.

female_writer · 10-19-2007, 11:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Mallignamius

I like your teenage poetry better than mine.

"I sail on the oceans, the seas of the world
praying their blue tears will shed precious pearls"
-That's the kind of talent I admire.

*is jealous*

You know what?
Im re-reading it and its better than the crap I spew now that life has
destroyed my soul ...lol, I m sure now that my inkwell has gone dry.

Anyway, Id love to see some other peoples....*nudge,nudge*

female_writer · 10-19-2007, 11:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Eiji Tunsinagi

That was a fantastically good poem.

Lies^^^
But flattery will get you everywhere with me.

Baron · 10-19-2007, 11:36 AM

I still use that sing song rhythm occasionally

Mermaid on the breakwater · 10-19-2007, 01:36 PM

Lol, lovely poem. I didn't write poetry at 15, I'd just read and write short stories. Do you consider yourself a poet or a story teller, female writer, and everybody else for that matter?

Eiji Tunsinagi · 10-19-2007, 01:43 PM

The poetry I'm writing now is my teenage poetry...so I could say that the poetry I wrote went I was 9 and 10 - that was some horrid stuff.

Mermaid on the breakwater · 10-19-2007, 01:48 PM

Yes, I am 18 as well but I don't consider it teenage poetry; I am such a wise old man...

Eiji Tunsinagi · 10-19-2007, 01:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Mermaid on the breakwater

Yes, I am 18 as well but I don't consider it teenage poetry; I am such a wise old man...

I'm 18 too! High-five? No...old men don't high-five...never mind.

Mermaid on the breakwater · 10-19-2007, 01:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Eiji Tunsinagi

I'm 18 too! High-five? No...old men don't high-five...never mind.

high-five, like Borat? LOL.

female_writer · 10-19-2007, 02:39 PM

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Originally Posted by Mermaid on the breakwater

Lol, lovely poem. I didn't write poetry at 15, I'd just read and write short stories. Do you consider yourself a poet or a story teller, female writer, and everybody else for that matter?

Honestly?
In my heart of hearts, I simply consider myself a person who writes.
Ive been writing poetry and short stories since 14, and have had a few
things published (just in local newspapers,anthologies etc.)
I sometimes cringe at my username and the pomposity that it suggests..lol.
(Oh yes,Im finishing a novel now and have begun another, I have a publisher but havnt signed anything so am still shopping around.)

The reason is because Im one of those writers who will hum along thinking Im doing ok, and even sometimes think I showed a bit of brilliance in a piece, and then I read the Masters- Yeats,Keats,Millay,Thomas,Wordsworth,Woolf,et.al and am so HUMBLED in the presence of such greatness that I refuse to allow myself any accolades at all. Im a bit of a masochist that way.

My mom was a hardcore hippie who moved my bro, sis and I to san fransisco and rented an apartment right on the corner of haight/ashbury...hence, I was literally spoonfed the beat poets and my most poignant memories all include Bob Dylan playing in in the background.

Anyway, she is an amazing writer but I kinda rebelled and started reading the Old Masters, now Ive come full circle and embrace all of them, and am grateful as hell.

Sasha · 10-19-2007, 02:39 PM

Hello, my name is Sasha and im new to this site.
I am sixteen (so i think this counts) but i wrote this one when i was fourteen.

Meeting Place.
Where will you go,
When the grief gets too much to bear
Tell me- and i will meet you there.
When death's cold hand has led him away,
and all you have left is realms and realms of despair,
Please tell me, I promise I will meet you there.
When the visitors fade
and curtains no longer drawn,
When you can finally utter the words
"And now he is gone."
Look not on that place as the grim's waiting room,
and in times when it is so dark you cry out in the gloom.
Let me be the one to take the load and lift the cross
because I feel it to, and I can care
Just tell me the place
and I will meet you there.

female_writer · 10-19-2007, 02:57 PM

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Originally Posted by Sasha

Hello, my name is Sasha and im new to this site.
I am sixteen (so i think this counts) but i wrote this one when i was fourteen.

Meeting Place.
Where will you go,
When the grief gets too much to bear
Tell me- and i will meet you there.
When death's cold hand has led him away,
and all you have left is realms and realms of despair,
Please tell me, I promise I will meet you there.
When the visitors fade
and curtains no longer drawn,
When you can finally utter the words
"And now he is gone."
Look not on that place as the grim's waiting room,
and in times when it is so dark you cry out in the gloom.
Let me be the one to take the load and lift the cross
because I feel it to, and I can care
Just tell me the place
and I will meet you there.

Hi Sasha and welcome...

I really liked this, it gripped me immediately and make a mental note to re-read and ponder it.

Mermaid on the breakwater · 10-19-2007, 03:56 PM

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Originally Posted by female_writer

Honestly?
In my heart of hearts, I simply consider myself a person who writes.
Ive been writing poetry and short stories since 14, and have had a few
things published (just in local newspapers,anthologies etc.)
I sometimes cringe at my username and the pomposity that it suggests..lol.
(Oh yes,Im finishing a novel now and have begun another, I have a publisher but havnt signed anything so am still shopping around.)

The reason is because Im one of those writers who will hum along thinking Im doing ok, and even sometimes think I showed a bit of brilliance in a piece, and then I read the Masters- Yeats,Keats,Millay,Thomas,Wordsworth,Woolf,et.al and am so HUMBLED in the presence of such greatness that I refuse to allow myself any accolades at all. Im a bit of a masochist that way.

My mom was a hardcore hippie who moved my bro, sis and I to san fransisco and rented an apartment right on the corner of haight/ashbury...hence, I was literally spoonfed the beat poets and my most poignant memories all include Bob Dylan playing in in the background.

Anyway, she is an amazing writer but I kinda rebelled and started reading the Old Masters, now Ive come full circle and embrace all of them, and am grateful as hell.

I always compare my writing to the great authors. It's the best way to judge yourself but you've also got to be aware that your voice is not the same as theirs and might one day be as good but just in a different way. That's how I see writing anyway, for me, it's just about writing what's in my head and heart and seeing what kind of crap I can come up with but in a good way, hopefully.