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Teen Ink Magazine,
September 2007 :
Poetry Articles
Autumn
by Melissa D., Thornwood, NY
The leaves dancing With the winds singing Through the trees swaying With the winds slicing through The leaves
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Don’t Kid Yourself
by Rachel G., Irvine, CA
Don’t kid yourself - You were never pure. Vulnerable, yes, but never pure. Your soul is stained by the charcoal smoke That swirls in tendrils, Enveloping your face, your heart, your words - Obscuring your intentions.
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Duality
by Nadia T., Palm Bay, FL
A churning mind knew no deep breath Until a panging heart knocked on its door The busy mind recognized The eager heart’s sincerity As some form of intrusion And thus let it enter on in It knew its mistake One easily made By the ...
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Grandpa
by Merit O., Pittsburgh, PA
Seconds ago I stood with your lips to my ear, the phone cord wrapped around my index finger, praying in monotone (not again not again please not now); today I am gossamer and the strangest silence, staring at the rained-over, trampled-on ...
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Leaving New York at Dusk
by James H., No. Haven, CT
fleeing the island with artificial edges invisible grime on unsuspecting faces villain-faced men in suits with their heads hanging to one side as if they held so much, they could not be kept upright outside the window the dirty little steel train, a ...
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May You
by Elise H., Lake Charles, LA
may you wake to an elegant dispersion of sound slipping past your corners countering the ever-silent repose of your latest suppressed desires to my desperate triumphs over the relentless tide of oblique shadows crossing my faith ...
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One Thousand Stars
by Eleanor E., Salem, OR
Tonight, when the wheels of yesterday have creaked haltingly to a stop, but before the bright chariot of tomorrow arrives, I will wander out beyond the confined box of my bedroom and run to the hammock, painted in shadowy hues by the soft brush of ...
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Papaya Warmth
by Jaden G., Shawnee, KS
There are blackberries Nestled in my curls, And beneath the thorns The dark treasures lurk. And spiraling down my neck, A grapevine grows, The bright berries shaking merrily as I step.
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Predisposition
by Tamara S., Rancho, CA
Ten minutes into the woods, if you start at Pickles Pond Stay to the right and watch out for ticks You don’t need to whisper but the place we are going has no name The leaves, like grounded firelight, shuffle underfoot Dappled rays shine, ...
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Rainy Days
by Willow A., Grass Lake, MI
It’s pouring outside, The drops ricocheting off the sidewalk And racing each other Out from under the tires of moving cars, Down the edges of the street, Through the grates and into the sewer.
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Sanctuary
by Emma R., Naperville, IL
That bloody raven Sits perched upon my right shoulder With immaculate black feathers And incessant cackling Corrupting all humanity My eardrums; a makeshift birdbath Neck veins; fat red worms at a glossy Drill’s disposal Two irretrievable ...
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saturday morning
by Ellen W., Mt. Prospect, IL
breathe coffee bacon lemon pledge sun through the cobwebbed window makes dust sparkle turns wood floor to gold october cold and dryer steam bursts through the back door vacuum’s mechanical heat smells like clean cartoons ...
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The Edge-Walkers
by Jourdan U., Roslyn Heights, NY
Mirror, mirror witnessing the fall, What is the greatest rue of all? With malice burning, so is Rome, And you dance and stab at tomb and tome. Regardless of their noble state, You are the downfall and the fate.
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The Ink Within
by Katie H., Lexington, KY
In silent sorrow death may lie unshaken in a turbid shore that brings not truth, nor blinds the eye but tides away forgotten lore.
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Wax Poetic
by Noelle B., Tenafly, NJ
You speak to me like the stroke of a watercolor cottontail cloud; speak like a hummingbird’s ruby throat as she resides on the rim of a nectar vase.
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When We Get Older
by Amanda J., Clarkston, MI
When wrinkles ambush our cheeks and forehead And the skin loosens on our hands And blue-green veins show through our transparently white skin We will remember When we stole Mom’s car and withstood months of torture And snuck into the ...
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