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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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