Poetry club for teenagers called Girl’s Room ( for girls) & Voice Male ( for boys)
Do you want to be connected to some contemporary poems based on the teenage experience? I invite you to comment on a poem that I have written based on my time talking to students. There are issue poems on matters of the heart, as well as everyday school, family and friendship topics. From bad experiences to good experiences, poetry can help keep you together. It can provide an opportunity to express your fears, concerns and joys. I hope you find these poems meaningful as they help to make sense of the world around you. Perhaps you can identify with one.
Good luck! If poetry is not your thing, then try writing down a simple diary entry. It’s not that hard to turn it around and make it a poem, not always rhyming of course!
Men stepped out of the carMere shadows in the nightThe slam of a doorThe glass on the floorThose sleeping insideUnaware of the menaceFear in their stepsSearching for evidenceIn the cold dark cupboardsBANG!A shot in the night Photo by Cristofer Jeschke on Unsplash
My best work in the garden is my wall a tower to heaven; a bridge of wood; a magic stronghold This thing of beauty grew from the ground my hands and tools shaped its form, digging, sleepers, concrete and screws
Looking out the window seeing the balls fly high soaring like a bird into the blue, clear sky The game is in my heart every hit, whack! and serve scoring to a glorious win the slam , game set, I
Ducking and diving Bending and swerving Chasing the thrill of flying high Freedom in my hair Freedom in my space Holding onto the ride Like a child with a doll Master of my destiny Photo by Jan Kopřiva on Unsplash
Timely washed and renewed with rainSoon a green shoot growsBursting through the air like a mighty warriorProud, fierce, strong Where there was deathA chance of life Across the burnt and stricken landOf black trees and scarred hillsCracked earth and sweaty
My earth bound roots support my thrust into the sky; There I stood majestic til the forester came by. His arm with lethal weapon brought me crashing down, To cut me up and shape me for planks to grace the
I’m tired, dead tiredWalking to classLeft my assignment at homeNearly missed the busOrders from teachersJoe and me talkHis fight’s at homeNo money to spendHis dad ranting and ravingMaths homework not finishedThe bell ringsHungryFinding my booksCan’t find my diaryCan’t find my
Lit by the fireHis face warm in the nightHoles in his socksNo place to goNo home in sightNext day on the prowlLike some hungry catLean and tiredForgotten by his family Photo by Zac Durant on Unsplash
People laughing at meSome say it looks funnyI don’t carePeople stareEyes from behindWhispers in the corridorIs he the same?Blonde feels the shame. Photo by Robert Norton on Unsplash
Here are a few exercises to help get that creative brain working in the right direction for creative writting. See how you go, there are no right or wrong answers here. I would love to see what you can come up with!
Have fun and see where it takes you!
I like the funny way she talksWith her tongue slipping outHer eyes confide in meWe laugh and whisper in the nightTelling allMy best friend knows meShe likes me the way I amLike true sistersBrave and free. Photo by Joshua Sazon
I feel the light’s gone out inside meThe candle flame extinguishedThe heart ripped apartI need to knowThat you still care for meI need to speak outThe truth of what happened to meI was usedAnd abusedAnd the spark has gone Photo
What’s the point?What’s the use?Grey is how I feelBlack insideBury me aliveLeave me aloneTears insideDone to my boneI hate how I feelA withered weedStruggling to survive Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash
