Poems written by teens | Teen Ink
  1. Home
  2. Poetry
  3. Top voted Poetry

Poetry


Top voted Poetry

Back
Poetry
#89461voted by our readers
Dear Nanny,
By Sh0rtygotgamex33 BRONZE
Sunbury, Pennsylvania

Nanny, Its almost Christmas. You are not here to make your famous pies. I can close my eyes and taste them. Picturing them almost makes my mouth water. I've been thinking abo...
Sh0rtygotgamex33 BRONZE, Sunbury, Pennsylvania
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
" And so the lion fell in love with the lamb " -- Twilight

View profile
#89462 Poetry
The Apology
By taytay07 PLATINUM
Southwick, Massachusetts
taytay07 PLATINUM, Southwick, Massachusetts
23 articles 6 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I love you more than I can ever scream." ♥ (BVB)

View profile
#89463 Poetry
Drivers Ed
By paigeturner9 PLATINUM
Palo Alto, California
paigeturner9 PLATINUM, Palo Alto, California
40 articles 0 photos 17 comments
View profile
#89464 Poetry
Sylvia
By lookingformargo SILVER
Ithaca, New York
lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
A child said, &quot;What is the grass?&quot; fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass<br /> <br /> <br /> We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska<br /> <br /> Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> It is so hard to leave&mdash;until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns<br /> <br /> Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.<br /> The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath

View profile
#89465 Poetry
Mad Boy's Love Song
By Shae Omonijo BRONZE
Owings Mills, Maryland
Shae Omonijo BRONZE, Owings Mills, Maryland
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
View profile
#89466 Poetry
Inside The Rink
By Anonymous
#89467 Poetry
Trucks, Deer, Girls, and Other Things of That Nature
By Dwight_Eisen_flower GOLD
Harrisonburg, Virginia
Dwight_Eisen_flower GOLD, Harrisonburg, Virginia
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment
View profile
#89468 Poetry
Not Like Them
By Mangolemonade PLATINUM
Houston, Texas
Mangolemonade PLATINUM, Houston, Texas
37 articles 0 photos 0 comments
View profile
#89469 Poetry
Where Poetry Hides
By Anonymous
#89470 Poetry
Spirit Of The Native
By Collin J. Hitch BRONZE
Wolfforth, Texas
Collin J. Hitch BRONZE, Wolfforth, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
View profile