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Poems Written by Teens . . .
Cousin
by : Cheyenne
Age 16
Cousin, Cousin, Cousin
How much I used to love you
How much I used to dream to be you
How much I used to need you
But, now all I think about is the hate that I have for you
We may talk upon one another
But, little do you know that I am more under pressure
than you and another
I worry as much as you
I think as much as you do
I have more mix emotions than you
I also been through more hectic times
that you haven't even been through
But, you always said you got it hard
I'm only sixteen and I'm so over grown in the mind
that it would make a person become a retard
But, you say I go hard
And, you got it hard
Well hard is my guard
Cousin what is your Guard?
Respect
by : Anders Lim
Respect each peer
Respect each foe more
Attributes stand next to your conscience’s core
Respect each night
Respect each day
Actions reveal your character in every way
Respect each creature
Respect each beast
Trust unveils truth hidden behind nature’s mist
Respect each cloud
Respect each grain of sand
Mercy will offer you her helping hand
Respect each color
Respect each race
Equality speaks only of mercy and grace
Respect each river
Respect each pond
Mother Nature conveys her great wonders and beyond
Walk into each day,
With your heart soaked in hope and joy
As day fades and night endures
Respect will never destroy
Hidden
by: S. Tribal
Hidden
Some days seen,
Some days forgot.
Always in existence,
Even when you're not.
Created by memory,
Existing with pain,
Becoming the shadows,
And so you remain.
I stand up and fight,
But to save you I cope.
Though it's not always right,
You've left me with hope.
Strength for the future,
To defy my own past,
And reclaim the part of me,
That was long ago cast.
Reflections don't lie,
Yet the mind can be tainted.
A distorted mural,
Carelessly painted.
Of love and of life,
I have so much to learn.
But my thoughts shall be free
Until you return.
For you life ought to be a silver dancer:
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
For you life ought to be a silver dancer:
In moonlight, starlight, dancing through your heart.
For you the dream of beauty should be burning,
Trembling with the passion of your yearning,
Even as your days may come apart;
Even as you rummage for an answer,
Not knowing that it lies within your art.
 
 
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