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Teen Ink Magazine, October 2005 : Poetry Articles

Apparition
by Lauren H., Hopkinton, MA
I was asleep that night
The night when its fatal wings beat a path
Through the covered bridge
The one that they used to cross in their tired Fords.
When I rolled over it had passed through the bridge ...
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Dancing With Him
by Aly E., Warsaw, Poland,
To tango, rock, hip hop, to music, I
dance with him.

My toes on his toes, my youth to his adulthood, my hand in his hand, I
dance with him. ...
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Decision Cycle
by Danielle F., Haymarket, VA
Merge Left or Merge Right
You can go one way
See the line of grand openings
Of doors for your life:
Buy 2, Get 1 Free ...
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Eggshells
by Connor M., Solon, OH
As I stepped into the
crisp cool October night,
watching the moon
rise the length of
a 25 m.p.h. sign. ...
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Gasp
by Elizabeth E., Frankfort, IL
O wise autumn
You are perfect in your imperfection
You are a teacher and a healer
You restore my wearied summer soul
To the bright colorful sunset that the cold air of fall makes whole ...
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Hide & Seek
by Bethany K., Clarkston, MI
The smoke flared up in the midnight sky
and hundreds of mosquitoes
buzzed around the campfire.
It was a rumor then
that when you tighten your thigh ...
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Icicles
by Kaylie A., Cary, IL
when did the world turn to fire?
it used to be so cold,
so dead.
the only heat that ever came
was from the toys they built for war, ...
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If the moon could see a night sky listening
by Emilie L., Madison, WI
If the moon could see,
and the night sky could listen,
they would see and hear her next to me.
Eyes shut,
mouth shaped open like a glazed donut ...
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Mama’s Things
by Heather M., Stanardsville, VA
We were the bangs that
covered her eyes ...
the bangs thathadn’t been washed
in ages and
so we danced around herforehead, ...
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Marmalade Sunrise
by Sarah B., W. Mesquite, TX
In apricot skies
The sun mimics toast delight
Marmalade sunrise




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Math
by Tara C., Bellingham, MA
I cannot solve this way,”
Said loud and smart Dave Jose.
“I know the measures and the liters.
The sums, numbs’ and circums’ in meters.
My work is set, my notes are right, ...
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My New Shadow
by Katelyn G., New City, NY
The games we played
Monopoly
You hated them
But you still sat
And listened ...
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My Paper Crane
by Rebecca S., Bryn Mawr, PA
Your face is perfectly (still)
A contrast to the
Wrinkled, cowardly loose-leaf
Of your note. Hands
That once gesticulated like ...
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My Poetic License
by Nik , Kalispell, MT
Drowning
Similes and metaphors pull me in slowly
And finally, the rhyme scheme fills my mouth and nose
’Til I cry out in foreshadows
Night Time ...
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New Orleans
by Jenna P., Hopkinton, MA
Old man on the pier -
claims he’s the human jukebox.
“Ray Charles, Duke Ellington, Lou Armstrong,
a dollar for my service, just a dollar, please.”
Something about his manner, ...
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Pluck-A-lash
by Katherine T., Troy, MI
somewhere between your
ILUVGOD license plate and
the cheap tinsel angel beneath your
rearview mirror we met
so abruptly I barely glanced at the ...
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Rain
by Adam R., W. Chazy, NY
Water’s sharp sweet sound
dropping into giant trees
rustling wet fall leaves




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Sonnet
by Alice Y., San Gabriel, CA
In seasons mild and harsh the farmer waits
With patience uncorrupted and well-bound;
No thoughts ambitious pretty within him bates
Him from his nourished, life-producing ground ...
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What My Grandfather Told Me
by Jonny O., Tucson, AZ
He said his heart was made of grain
His woes were cinder dust
That washed away with the rain
He said the farm was built with pain
The harvest sewn with seeds of trust ...
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