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Teen Ink Magazine, March 2006 : Poetry Articles

A Yellow Brush
by Amy T., Bedminster, NJ
Dim smiles of twilight slant through the studio window
at sharp angles,
Dusk fading to copper green.
In a room that’s too small
Papers pile high as cathedrals
Scratched with graphite lines.
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Blackbirds
by Kimberly S., Menasha, WI
Reuben is an angel in the debris and gutters
with wings of rainwater, bottle tops and vodka.
Mumbling, ecstatic,
the stigmatic mystic disciple.
Blackbirds mock him;
they have numbered all his bones.
He is despised by men,
Who roll dice for his grubby clothes.
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Blood Boiling, Wind Calming
by Brent W., Gibsonia, PA
Within seconds the blood reaches my head.
I yell and scream through blind fury.
My head heats up, feel the frustration building.
I want to break something, scream for all I’m worth.
But I know I can’t.
I must have control, simmer my steam.
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Celestial Scar
by Mary W., Roseville, CA
The sky bleeds tonight
A crimson scar ruthlessly torn into the horizon
Ribbons of beautiful life
Unraveling from the wound
That bleeds the blood of autumn meadows
Colored by the blood of ripening cherries
Tinged with the blood of bluebells
A hazy rupture between land ...
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Dragonflies in the Morning
by Nafees S., Duluth, GA
The graceful arcs glide
Round and round
Upon the light of morning
They soar.
In a pool of neon silk
Slender crescents bathe
To a blur
Rising higher and higher
To the beat of the heart
And the eyes sing and sting
As the iridescent wings whir
In pairs
Like ...
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First Set of Power Wheels
by Lauren L., Rockford, MI
To every three-year-old
Angelic boy
Wheels
Are everything
But power wheels
That islike hitting
That tiny white baseball
Right out of the park
What’scircle?
Well
That’s the only direction
That you can travel
His pudgy littlefingers
Grip the ...
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Hair
by Annie W., Houston, TX
Let me give you my fine Asian hair
Watch intently
It will shine for you in the dark
It will dance in the oblique laughter of the fire,
Just like my dance for you
Prince of men, look ye at the richness of it!
Have you seen such beauty yet?
See how it will crash like the ...
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Jealousy
by Madeleine H., Katonah, NY
She hadn’t showered that day
and the wind had done her hair,
whipping the frizzy strands
back
and forth,
as if arguing whether or not
today was the day for braids,
or a ponytail.
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Mary’s Song
by Adam R., Easley, SC
All I want is for Mary to dance,
Mary to dance with me.
All I want is for Mary to dance
To a soft piano tune.
Entranced by a fickle boy,
No one knows how long the train is,
Entranced with counting each single cart,
She can never make it past
One, two, three ...
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Refrigerator
by Mark C., Clarkston, MI
I opened the door, and I’m hit
With an odor of mold
I discovered garbage
My dog discovered gold.
I remember making spaghetti
Covered with sauce and cheese
But after three months,
I’m brought to my knees.
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Remorse
by Moorea R., Yuba City, CA
it is the monster inside of me that destroys you.
the dust between the cracks that dirties yourfeet.
tell me how to fix it, to fix me, fix you,
confessions don’t always take place onhard, wooden benches.
and forgiveness isn’t always signed in blood.
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Runaway
by Melanie A., Tazewell, VA
We collected our footsteps on the way down
and in the midst of our hour of defeat,
we found a home in each other’s presence,
a rebellion in our quiet riot.
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Silence
by Shannon F., Saugus, MA
A series of abysmal images
Observed through parted fingers
Horrified eyes and gapingmouths
On the faces surrounding me in the dark ...
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Sweet Childhood Recollection
by Jacki D., Ridgway, PA
As the fluffy snow
kindly tickled our noses,
Courtney, Shelby, and I
began assembling
the perfect igloo
in our front yard.
The fierce weather couldn’t stop us.
We were determined
to make our icy castle.
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Teddie
by Lara C., Gilbert, AZ
When I was small, I carried around my teddy
Actually, I have a collection of a dozen or more now,
and one thick book on the man himself.
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The Midst of March
by Jenna F., Doylestown, PA
Snow cloaks this white house
in a belated winter shower of
drizzle
and
flurries.

The vicious wind propels the flakes -
A snow globe.
White hits the ground, it thaws -
icy puddles on the pavement.
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The Part I Wanted
by Aimee S., Mequon, WI
He painted a rose
velvety pink and sharp at the edges
on a sheet of card stock
only slightly bigger than his bony hands
Stiff and sort of inflexible,
like he was
Below the rose
he wrote a poem in black pen
- not real nighttime black
but doubtful black
a ...
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Town Farm Hill
by Anna S., Newbury, VT
The fields were wide and grassy
and warm enough
(with sunlight filtering through the long brown grass stems)
for me to be a little pioneer girl
lost on an open prairie
the breeze whipping my cotton dress
around my ankles.
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