New Teen Ink Book: Bullying Under Attack Barnes & Noble Amazon

Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 11 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    My windowsill is broken and caved in. It looks like a bowl the way it collects rainwater, especially when it happens overnight On the outside looking in, you can see the saturated wood slowly letting go of the fulfilling water that maybe it was meant to hold. Drop by drop the water frees itsel...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I read the leaves like one would a book: The veins are the words, the story. The wind wrestles with the cliffhangers - It sounds like the smell of a looming squall. I was whispered a secret once in Lacey Park by Mother Teresa, But she didn’t say anything to me at all. The ever-growing gras...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Autumn The words I write. I wish they were the worms to the apple, your mind, eating their way to the core. The hammers to your piano striking particular chords, Notes that clash like metal D#/E E/F The words, I wish, if I could wish for words, would dig and dive through mealy fru...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Dark chocolate stars loosed from their golden foil spontaneous sounds of cars mysterious music ghastly, ghouly monsters and ghosts romancing the dying shadow's death moon-walking raised-back cats a moon's rendezvous with the treacherous hallways faraway light switches and some...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Dawn The muse lays her verse Ante Meridian song morning harmony. Day Sanguine children shout Gambol and sing gaieties Afternoon laughter. Dusk Poetic twilight Eine Kleine Nacht Musik Goodnight Lullaby...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Barren frigid land hugs this frosty house For miles, as far as a bird can see, Icy streets and frozen blades of grass The occasional rundown farmhouse Here on this night in this frosty house Warm bodies fill the room and sip eggnog The live heart beats make the room pulse The loud voices lau...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Custom User Avatar
    I was a mangy And gangly and dangly thing Couldn't even stand...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Nightly I bathe in the dirty water Dunking my scalp in the murk Conditioning in the filth, the slime Splashing in my transgressions Detrimental things I have done Father forgive me my sin...
  • Fiction > Romance
    Custom User Avatar
    It’s days like today that I wish I had stayed in Ames. Sometimes it feels like people are in your way just for the hell of it. Just for fun of being inconsiderate, the taxi drivers plow through puddles, splashing the lonely girl walking by herself, causing her to jump out of the way and stumble aw...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
    Custom User Avatar
    I sat at the majestic black Brambach piano and stared at the well-worn, well-polished ebony and ivory keys. They gleamed with a familiar shine that reminded me of friendship, hard work, and success. I loved this piano, but I loved the young man sitting next to me even more. He had changed so much, a...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    Preface The cool mud engulfs my bare feet as I walk lethargically through the woods. I push an empty branch away with my dirty arm; a mistake; the branch breaks. The loud crack of a dead branch breaking echoes through the empty forest. I bite my dry lip and scrunch my eyes shut, praying they didn...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback