I need an excellent poem about life as a teenager.?
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Had a book called 'breaking the rules', haven't got it now. Look for it on line, a poem or two might be published on line.
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go to yahoo- and type in Search engine- popular children poems! adn looko for a long one.
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Young girls that waste time trying to be older is basically what that poem is referring to.\n\nYou know when your young and can't wait to grow up so you try to appear older?  That poem is encouraging young ladies to be young ladies and not be in such a hurry for time to pass.
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I waited till 13 and that was the best,\nI saw two lumps upon my chest,\nI looked below and there was hair,\nThe happiness then I could not share.\nThen my emotions made me sad,\nAs once a month, I bought a pad.\nMy shape and body got much better,\nand my pants grew tight as did my sweater,\n\nA little hair upon my lip,\nSeveral growth spurts, an awkward trip.\nBody Oder was solved, so simple,\nAnd then I discovered my first pimple.\n\nSo as a girl who made the switch,\nFrom a sweet young princess to a full grown *****!\n\nSorry, I got carried away!!!!!\n\nP.S., I'm not a girl, it was just easier to use for a poem.
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I like the poem entitled Family by Mark Spencer.  You can find it at  http://www.dreamersreality.com/poems/read/11910/Mark_Spencer/Family/Family/.  Also, there is a poem called The Family Castle by Nancy Rakovszky you can find at netpoets.com.  Best of luck.
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www.plagiarist.com has pretty much every poem by any popular poet.  Check there!
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Wow, that's great.  You can find monologues ready to go at Barnes and Nobles.  They have a theater section and books of teen monologues.  Another suggestion, think of a funny story that happened to you and just tell that. Natural is best and what is more natural than retelling a life experience.  \n\nBreak a leg - I hope you get it!  I'll be watching for you on the Disney Channel!
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This was a very good poem. I like to write poems too and I thought this one had a lot of feeling in it. You definitely get the message when you read it.
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Years of wisdom, and centuries passed;\nTonnes of knowledge and sanity lost.\nDays of pains; and nights\nOf pleasures could not last.\nHours of toil; and moments\nof fortune, forever lost.\nIn a single straight dream, as if;\nthe entire life in a wink had passed.\nOf life, its colors ; and all\nits course of lows and highs;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes,\nI remember only those ephemeral\nMoments of my lengthy life,\nThose rare moments of love,\nThose intimate moments with the wife.\nThat childhood on the swing,\nThat father's slap, that my extra lie.\nThe nursery teacher and her fierce cane,\nHer lovely rhymes and her scary spectacled nose.\nThose lush green cricket fields of my youth,\nThose childhood's gardens of the innocent rose.\nThat mother's unbiased flowing love,\nIn her transparent cold eyes.\nThose long walks with father\nBefore the sunset, at the sunrise.\nOf life, its colors and all\nIts course of lows and high ;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nMoments of my lengthy life,\nThose moments of hard earned victories\nThat we together shared.\nThose moments of zeal and passion\nIn the field that often flared.\nThose short fears and long punishments\nThat we were always scared.\nThat special birthday gift , that cuckoo's cry\nThat first childhood truth\nThat life's first sacrifice.\nI can never forget.\nOf life, its colors and all\nits course of lows and high;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nmoments of my lengthy life.\nFirst spring of youth,\nIts evergreen mango grove.\nThat first kiss in the rain,\nHer first letter of love.\nThose dark windy nights,\nThose bright fantasy flights.\nI can never forget.\nThat first taste of wine,\nThat first interview of mine.\nOf life, its colors and all\nIts course of lows and highs;\nToday after the sunset,\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nmoments of my lengthy life.\nThose rare moments of love,\nThose intimate moments with the wife.\nThat childhood on the swing,\nThat father's slap, that extra lie.\nI can never forget.\nThose scarce moments of love\nI can never forget; for\nOf all the moments of lows and highs;\nThose are the ones in which\nThe immortality of my soul forever shall lie.\nThose ephemeral moments of love.  \n\n–  Shiv Nandan Singh
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I am and here is my story to all those who are in pain and need some hope in your lives.\n\n"Dead Alive; my story"\n\nIntroduction: \n\nThe next few paragraphs is a bit graphic at first but I want the truth to be told; because I believe there is someone out there... maybe you or \n\nsomeone you know that needs to know that you are not alone. I originally wrote this in a mental hospital after a suicide attempt. The first \n\ndraft was over twenty two hundred hand written pages long. I had to condense it here. So you might need to take this story slow and try to \n\nread between the lines and for some of you; reflect on events in your life and see if you can see yourself in my life somehow. Our conclusions \n\nmay never be the same; but my intent of this document is to save your life or someone you know. I can tell you from personal \n\nexperience; other people's lives have changed as the result of reading this essay. If you are on life's ragged edge; and are standing on the \n\nedge between life and death... then listen to one who has been there... for many years. I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor.\n\n\n\nI was raised in a large English tutor in the rolling hills of Kentucky. We lived a short distance south of Cincinnati with woods, fields, trees, \n\nponds, streams; a playground any kid could ever dream of living in and yet... \n\n\nMy parent's world seemed not as happy as mine was. I am not sure exactly how things started to change. But I vaguely remember when I \n\nwas about six; dad scaring us kids when he'd fall asleep while driving the car. Sometimes he was sick and would vomit all over the floor. Over \n\nthe years; mom developed a nasty temperament. I vividly remember her pulling us kids around by the hair. We received daily lickings with \n\ndad's leather belt. We probably deserved it but if we truly were innocent; then she'd tell us that it was for something that we got away with. \n\nWe never knew when it was coming. When dad came home from a long day at work; mom would scream at him to do something about us kids \n\nand he would hit us too. Dad gave us "love-taps" as he called them. Our bodies were covered with welts and cuts. If that weren't enough then \n\nI received black eyes and the rest of us had our hands pushed into scalding hot water if we got caught stealing food. Every time I got beat; I \n\nlearned to disassociate from it; to numb the pain. I didn't feel the pain as much if I pretended mentally to be an "outsider" peering in.\n\n\nPeople around us noticed; some called the cops, but when I was younger we didn't have the child abuse laws that we have today. Most \n\npeople would look the other way. And we were constantly warned not to tell people what went on at home or something worse would happen \n\nto us.  As each year went by, I got harder and meaner inside. With all the beatings I received; I never once was hugged or told that I meant \n\nanything to my parents. Nothing hurt worse than all the screaming insults hurled at you. I think the things they told us hurt worse than the \n\nsting of the lashes. Mother would scream; "I wish you were never born. She would tell us how rotten and worthless we were. It seemed that \n\nnothing ever made them satisfied. We gave up trying to please them; I avoided them as the result of fear of future reprisals. Mom would get \n\nout this black handkerchief and tell me that my soul was as black as that rag before God. She would tell us how angry God was at us for \n\ndisobeying them. I lived my whole childhood believing that no one could be trusted. Not even God. I was seven when mom penetrated me\n\n with her finger; hooked it and pulled out bloody flesh one day in the bathroom. Bright pools of blood splattered on the floor. It was my first \n\nencounter with molestations; with more to come later when I was a run-away. \n\n\n(I learned years later from my grandmother; that she thought mom wa
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Loveyou.com and poetry.com are both good. I have a poem on the first one and at leats 20 to 30 on the other one.
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I've always liked this poem...\n\nOne night I had a dream--\nI dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord \nand across the sky flashed scenes from my life. \nFor each scene I noticed two sets of footprints, \none belonged to me and the other to the Lord. \nWhen the last scene of my life flashed before me,\nI looked back at the footprints in the sand.\nI noticed that many times along the path of my life,\nthere was only one set of footprints.\nI also noticed that it happened at the very lowest\nand saddest times in my life. \nThis really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it. \n"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,\nyou would walk with me all the way,\nbut I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life\nthere is only one set of footprints. \n"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,\nyou should leave me." \nThe Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,\nI love you and I would never, never leave you\nduring your times of trial and suffering. \n"When you saw only one set of footprints,\nit was then that I carried you."\n\nMary Stevens
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in my personal opinion its a good poem but i find poems are always better when the person has experienced what they are writing about whether or not its racism, abuse or love and you obviously have some skills as a poet but i think you could reach your full potential if you write about something you have been through
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Freshi,\n\nPeople tell you that  these are the best years of your life because:\n1. You don't have to work to have money to:\n     a. Pay the rent or house mortgage\n     b. Pay the electric and gas bills\n     c. Pay the enormous food bills, (teens are always hungry)\n     d. Pay the bills for the clothes you need for school. The better  \n          it looks, the more coin it costs.\n     e. Pay the cost of school supplies, fees, library fines, gifts and\n         personal hygiene products.\n     f. Pay the latest technological do-hicky you just got to have to \n        keep your grade point average up, pass those SATs, stay \n        eligible for the team and listen to satalight radio and you \n        favorite mix of old & new tunes on your new Nan-o-Nite \n        implanted iPod.\n     g. Someone has to Pay the cost of your insurance, medicine \n         and health care costs.\n\n2. You will develope the ability to run faster, jump higher, dance \n     better, sing groovier, hear the best music of your life. \n\n3.   You will  meet the people that will become your friends for life \n       and always be there for you. (Even when you have a pimple \n       that looks like a third eye in the middle of your forehead.) \n       When you see them at 10, 20, 30, and 40 year reunions \n       you'll still see the skinny, knobby kneed friend that de-pants \n       the football jock on-stage and lived. Even though 30 lbs. are \n      added, a lot of hair's been lost a few lines have been added. \n      You'll see the friends, believe me, that you WILL make.\n\n4. You'll fall in love perhaps for the first. For some it will be the\n     only real time. You'll never forget that person or the  \n     experience no  matter how joyfilled or painful. You will still love\n     them  somewhere deep inside of your heart.\n\n5. In High School Most people:\n     a. Wake up to a body that is in good working order and does\n          not hurt and needing something like Viagra is the last\n          substance it needs.\n\n6. The only thing that can limit you is your dreams and belief in \n     yourself.\n     a. If you do not like something about your appearance, work on\n         it, minimize it and flaunt your attributes.\n     b. Get involved in clubs and go out for sports. Students that \n         engage in extra cirricular activities  are more likely to stay in \n         school because they are involved and having fun.\n     c. Avoid people who are negative. They bring you down. Smile\n          It increases your face value.\n     d. Find someone that needs a friend and lend a hand.\n          1. Are there any students around where you live that are in\n              your classes or have had one of your teachers that \n              is "tuff"? Asking for advice is a great ice-breaker. \n\n7. You might have more fun in college. I know that people in high \n     school know everything already. But there is life and fun to \n     come later too. (Been there, done that, ?Where did I leave\n      that T-Shirt....)
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Awesome poem!\nAmazing!! lol...\nu were 10 or 11? that's so amazing!
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try this..............short & sweet(it's not a poem though)\n\nEveryone who knows u,\nShares a special warmth & cheer;\nFor u r the kind of person,\nWho grows nicer every year...
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Calvin and Hobbs are one of my favorites!  Here it is...\n\nhttp://homepage.mac.com/tigershark/poems/poem4a.html