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Teen Ink Magazine,
March 2007 :
Poetry Articles
An Invitation
by Noelle B., Tenafly, Nj
I want to
charm snakes in Bombay,
rise in caste
and mimic
the Portuguese prime minister.
I want red-headed clones
trapped
with callused hands pressed
against test-tube glass,
and I want to mock
them in moonlight
in the wake
of an apocalypse.
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bob dylan biography
by Danielle S., Youngstown, OH
when you bump into her
at the public library
looking for that book you’ve been meaning to read
(no direction home
the bob dylan biography)
and you knock every one
of the books
out of her arms
(there are eight of them
they are thick
and ...
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Dancing
by Brittany B., Charlottesville, VA
Disappointment is pink tutus,
glowing sequin-y bright
in the stage lights.
Matching slippers pirouetting perfectly
to the melodies
of Canon in D.
But looking out into the sea -
red, flushed faces
cramped together and overheating.
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Grandpa Russell
by Russell C., Versailles, KY
That picture of you and me on the fridge
Grandpa - Grandson
I remember that day
Watching the family play baseball
I don’t remember who won
But we were smiling, so it must have been good
We live, only on that fridge
And in memory
You weren’t always ...
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Horizon
by Ellie T., Salem, OR
Further than the horizon do heaven’s gates await
A step beyond the broiling sunset’s auric eye
There, in a palace of pleasure, all life’s troubles
abate
Cast yourself not into a grave; to reach bliss you
need not die
Beside a goddess thou shall ...
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I wasn’t manufactured:
by Amelia G., Grosse Pte. Park, MI
a doll for you to hold and bring home,
only to find myself broken, forgotten in the corner of your attic,
wishing you’d remember what I can’t let myself forget ...
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Migration
by Noni W., Worland, WY
My bones, like the frozen spheres
of winter. Chatter against the empty
hollowness of the bleak color white.
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Rhythm of Blues
by Lauren M., Cincinnati, OH
A purple film of harmony
Breaks
Like glass
And
Pain’s song drums,
Gushing out
In rhythm
As watery passion slips
Like
Broken shards from hands,
And the once love-drunk woman
Weeps as her deep emotions spill
To empty joy
And leave ...
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Shattered Drops
by Anonymous, St. Petersburg, FL
There’s an enormous puddle at my feet.
Each drop that created this puddle has
to do with what we all don’t want,
what all of us around this world don’t need ...
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The World Divided
by Allie G., Fairfax, VA
The world divided
into the words on the page,
empty and colorless,
and those unwritten,
undescribed,
not words
but the feel of the ground
under bare feet,
and the budding trees
newly minted with spring,
and the curving path
leading from house to ...
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This Love
by Sayre W., Missoula, MT
My nearly five-year-old
sister handed
me a colorful mess
of glue, dry beans
and magic marker.
“To Sayre,
Love, Meg”
it read,
with a backwards G.
She beamed so openly
with her missing tooth
as she watched me study it.
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To Be Said In Math Class
by Emma L., Congers, Ny
The once-exotic American
Settles an old debt with ambition
And forgets she once laughed among
The cigarette-smoke-swirled bars
Where withered, old men with flowered bags
Under knowing eyes
Reflected into
Ever present
Coffee
Cups.
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vagabondia
by Joan B., Marietta, GA
this is the nation
of the nationless
its capital shifts from
bus stations to bridges
to subways, below overpasses,
clogged roads mired in filth
this is
the shelter of the
exposed
its citizens
united in
disconnection
infinite situations
under ...
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Write the Snow
by Tamara S., Rancho, CA
Inspired by Erin Jaeger
You’re ready; I can feel it.
Rubbing words through linen paper
with a fountain pen
and colored ink,
freely constructing the world in verse,
I quicken
as disturbed air shifts
behind me
“Surprise” you breathe
a steady ...
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Yellow Words
by Amelia F., Califon, NJ
Dissonance rang through the summer.
Every night I slipped
farther under the sheets. The heat
wisped, blushed until it split
a crack in the sky. I forgot
all the French I had learned
that year, the lyrics
to waltzes I had known
in December.
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Yesterday
by Christine T., Irvine, CA
Yesterday we drove for miles, down
A road that stretched dream-far, and
As we sailed by cracking walls I
Saw you in the freeway-ivy.
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