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Teen Ink Magazine, December 2005 : Poetry Articles

Chasing Chickens
by Katherine M., Lunenburg, MA
She’s running around the chicken coop
After those silly birds
Got her skirt hitched up too high
with Freddy standing in the door
Got a red sucker in hand ...
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Clocks
by Kristen B., Hopkinton, MA
Slow down, I beg you.
But you never listen.
Instead, you taunt me during these precious years,
Never pausing on your path, a full circle of movements
That direct my destiny. ...
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Everything
by Jennifer L., Carol Stream, IL
Meaningful conversations
Full of the movies we’ve seen
Favorite colors
Hobbies and activities
The gossip of the week ...
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Heart
by Eliana A., Lorain, OH
They gave me this notebook and said,
“Put your heart into it.”
And I wondered,
How? How do I do that?
...
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Hospital
by Samantha H., New City, NY
I walked in glass doors, and sat
In a lobby, overlooked by a balcony.
There stood my mother,
Unexpectedly flawless,
And I went up to her. ...
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I Am
by Katey W., San Diego, CA
I am from the mist settling over the canyon
To the crashing of waves off the side of the coast
I am from the glistening of large droplets of water falling on a midwinter’s day
From the top of the rainbow to the bottom of the lake
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Inferno
by Brandon W., New Hyde Park, NY
The sour smell of ashes in the air,
Fire sirens beating my eardrum,
People drawn to the smell,
Curious, concerned.
I was one of those people. ...
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Reflections on Rumi
by Justin S., Newton, NJ
I would like to think
I am not a pebble on God’s hand
Being rolled from one wrinkle
To another .. ...
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Rhymes
by Rachel B., Rocky Hill, NJ
Squishy bugs and
Falling trucks
Indeed scared us all
But not as much as Dorothy’s fall
Into the deep gooey mud ...
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Scritch-Scratch. Scribble. Erase. (The Poem)
by Kate W., Charlottesville, VA
For 99 cents I can write you a poem
but hold on, it might take a while
Scritch-Scratch. Scribble. Erase.
Child watches me bewildered,
“Are you done yet?” ...
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Static Cling
by Jill L., Doylestown, PA
One a.m. and I am speechless.
His sandy brown hair
floats to the ground like burnt embers -
ashes of the past on my bathroom floor.
...
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Sunday
by Rebecca S., Phoenix, AZ
Sunday we watch the tourists
From a safe distance on the deck
They arrive early: survey, plot and storm the beaches
(“Like D-Day,” you mumble, thumbing through the magazine section
With just the slightest hint of resentment ...
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The Diary of a Taxi Driver
by P.J. R., Doylestown, PA
Sweet and melodic jazz,
the soundtrack of my life
drowns every honk, siren and scream
that fills this city.
Steam rises from sewers ...
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The Disappearing Remote
by Brennan R., Hemet, CA
Behind the pillow, under the cushion,
Where could it be? I’ll keep on lookin’.
I went to the kitchen to stuff my face,
But it’s not even there, or any other place.
“Mom! Dad! Where is the clicker?” ...
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The Epitome of Your Face
by Morgan S., Hockessin, DE
Is it wrong to love a nose?
Because your profile reveals
The most beautiful one
I have ever come to witness
Perfectly shaped ...
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The Seasons
by Elizabeth S., Clarkston, MI
Grass-tickling, water-trickling,
feet-mudding spring.
Bird-singing, scent-ringing,
flower-budding spring.
...
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Visiting the Grave - In memory of Gho Lacey
by Katie H., San Diego, CA
Our first one-sided conversation
Was nothing strange:
“I’m fine, school still sucks,
I hope you like it where you are ...
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Warm Snow
by Mike B., Mattawan, MI
Life.
New.
Pure.
Like the first snow of Winter.
But with Winter comes ...
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