#highschool poems on Hello Poetry

Bryce Guerrero Jun 2015

In this you once felt superior
But now, nothing but inferior
Once filled with confidence that now is gone
Your writing is nothing compared to Shawn's

You used to be full of inspiration
Only now to be bottling frustration
When you wrote, the words would just flow
They just came to you - where'd they go?

You're reaching out, searching for them
Delving into your mind, biting your pen
Calling to them to stop hiding and come to you
Asking them to express like they usually do

It's easy now for her; she's a champion
Leading a glamorous life so unlike what you live in
You sit there, struggling through the day
She spends her days in amazing ways

But forget about her for just a minute
You lead different lives, different muses in it
When you're reading her work, don't compare
It's not a competition; You have different things to share

You look at yourself - how silly you've been!
Your poetry speaks the condition your heart's in
You say you lost your inspiration?
Look at everything you've just written

You're a champion all your own
Because you write the feelings that are yours alone.

This was written about seven years ago while I was in the throes of pure teen angst. Lol. Don't take it too seriously. But maybe some of you can relate to this...I noticed a certain celebrity's (try and guess who) writing skills and I felt pathetic compared to her. But man, imagine the genius the world would be robbed of if everyone compared themselves to others. It's definitely not a masterpiece, but this poem is just a raw, honest, simple transcription of dialogue with my inner self. And I've gotta say, rarely has a poem escaped my pen so quickly and easily.

#poetry #highschool #hope #teen #thoughts #angst #lol #muse #inspiration #confidence

Mark Lecuona May 2015

My Boy

I talked to my boy because he thought life as a toy,
but now he knows it’s a painting, and
what his mind will employ, to dodge every ploy,
are the colors of his own making, but
what only he felt was spoken while he knelt,
for what he believed was in waiting, and
what would never melt where the cards are dealt
would be the assurance time was saving

He had to decide who spoke truth and who lied,
but the colors he mixed already knew, it
was as if the one who died and the one who cried
were mixed in time for something true, even
if what was breaking was what was awakening,
for what is a man if not his own hue, but
only his own making can dream as he is sleeping
before the morning when he became new

#highschool #graduate

Mariah Langton May 2015

High School Insults

Typed words, shouted words
They all hurt just the same
Fake friends, an enemy in disguise
She cries at night, and hides during the day
Tries to tell, no one is listening
She grows tired, she grows sad
The insults never stop, until one day
she doesn’t go to school, but into the ground.

#suicide #truth #words #sad #highschool #death #hurt #tired #bullying #internet

IL Mare May 2015

the story of my yearbook ambition

A friend once asked me
What ambition will I let the teachers put
In our high school yearbook
For everyone to see
And I said I'm afraid I do not have one
And he said that how would I succeed in life
If I don't have any ambition
And I've thought about this for awhile
And to justify my answer, I replied that
You need not to have any ambition
To succeed in life
I said you just needed to be happy and
Maybe I should let them put "To become happy" in the yearbook and you know what?
It ocurred to me that I never even give a single ****
About what the other students might think or what their parents might think
Except for what my parents might think
But usually, they don't care as long as it's who I am and what I want
And I'm thankful for that

But I've always wondered
Why I never had one
Never thought of becoming anything
Now that I'm in my senior year which is a crucial part
Of my career orientation
And I'm scared so much
I'm scared that before
I wanted everything
Yet now I end up wanting nothing
And I wondered so much
On how I changed so gradually
From being a ball of blazing fire to a godforsaken blackhole
Though I know change is inevitable,
I didn’t expect to lose my heart in the process

Once, I've always dreamed to become a doctor
Because I wanted to heal scars and unspoken miseries and no
I'm not just after using scalpels or stethoscopes or syringes
Or cutting off people's brains
I wanted to fix the broken
Rip my being into shreds to keep them whole
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a soldier
I don’t care how silly it sounds
I wanted to protect people and wanted to taste the bitterness
Of war and blood and death
I wanted to know death and see all the worst
And be exposed to them
That I wouldn't have any choice
But to be brave for myself and the others
Because death? It could be sweeter this way
To die for a cause, to die for somebody
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a teacher
Beacuse I wanted to influence someone's life
Give them power to stand up for themselves
Watch a bud blossom into a beautiful flower
And then I would make thousands of memories
Because at the same time
I'm learning through connections and bonds and warmth
And that, would be one of the greatest things
I will cherish in my life forever
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And then I aspired to be a lawyer,
To serve and give way to justice because that's all we have to know
And I realized defending a criminial would be unavoidable
And I've always sworn to myself
That if that happens, I'd rather burn myself to death
Because I should only send the right people in jail
Those people who deserve to rot in the cells and cling to metal bars
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I watched the conversation end
And feel my heart pound in my ears
And I cried so much that night
That I realized I seldom cry
Because I thought I was better
And I was terrified because
Nothing hurts more than not knowing
What you could actually want in this sad world
Because that means you might as well be nothing

A hollow
A ******* void
And I don't want to be like that
Nobody does
So i think and think and think
What do I actually want?

And the wind blew
Leaves fell onto the ground
People wheezed and laughed and breathed through their noses
And it slapped me in the face
I've never been stable in my life
I've concealed my greed up until now
I dreamed so much that I denied reality
Each day, making myself believe
That I wanted nothing but I actually
Wanted THE power to be everything

Be everything in a world I was bound to craft
I wanted to create moons and stars and storms and unicorns
And wars and tides that tell "Hey, humans can actually create worlds."
I wanted to be out of my control
I didn’t want to settle on a skin I was enclosed in, I was held captive by
So I changed whatever's written to
The paper I had submitted for the yearbook
And wrote "To be a Writer" and nothing else

This was supposed to be a slam poem but I don't have that talent to be so raw in front of an audience so I let the words scream at the paper instead. Hehe.

#worry #life #future #highschool #lost #firstpoem #writer #ambition #graduation #yearbook

One and Only Apr 2015

You

The feeling was nice,
he made me feel wanted.
In a harsh world,
I felt coveted.

But the person was wrong,
the feeling so right.
It had to end,
before a new dawn's daylight.

Yet it still hurt to say,
for he was my friend.
Then he used my conscience,
to begin my end.

But you, oh you.
Made it all quite clear.
To stop the game or
suffer being near.

It all went fine,
though I hoped for better.
You, on the other hand,
were my hopeful heart setter.

#love #heart #highschool #teen #drama #new #feeling

Kimberly Seely May 2015

Spirals pt 1

My head is spinning again and spiralling out of control
I've already lost my sanity what else could I possibly lose
It began with small subtle things and then it progressed
First just what I thought was true friendship
Then playful humor
Non serious flirting
Then it happened
I was on the bus normal day then you said that you were about to do something stupid
You were right.
I wish it had never happened
You kissed me.
Then I did something even more stupid and kissed you back
I really wish that it had never happened.
Now in the hallways you won't even look at me
And now I'm almost at the edge falling when...
I realized that I'm okay
That I didn't need you
That I have my own friends

Look out for part two. And this is real it actually happened. And we don't even look at each other. We also have a class together. The awkwardness is real. And this was actually my first kiss. I guess that nobody likes their first kiss.

#highschool #awkward #myfirstkiss

Marium Iqbal Apr 2015

The Almost Love

We stand in a crowded hallway.
But it feels empty.
It’s just the two of us.
Staring blankly into each other’s eyes.

Wondering whether or not to say “HI”.
Or to walk away and stay as the strangers we now were.
We stare into each other’s eyes debating whether or not, to hold the door.

Wondering if it was worth starting a conversation.
Knowing we wouldn't work anyway.

We were friends at some point.
Then something more.
Now were merely strangers.

We tore apart before we really ever were together.
We left each other waiting for the other to make the next move.
We left each other open and vulnerable.

You shut down.
And shut me out.
You packed up
Left town.

You left and I stood waiting.
I awaited a hopeless tomorrow.

You eventually came back.
Apologizing, saying you don’t know how to say goodbye.
And I left saying, “I don’t know how to say goodbye either”.

Here we are today.
Nothing but strangers.
Passing each other in the crowded high school hallway.
With nothing but blank stares.

#love #feelings #living #highschool #stupid #romance #leaving #loveyou #grieving

Kitts Apr 2015

My School

I have always struggled in all grades of school
Teachers always thought of me as the angry fool

I love to read, I love to draw and I love to write,
But no one won when they got me to actually fight

So very lonely, I dreaded going to school everyday
There was no one to stop that in a loving way

No one understood my issues that had yet to be reveled
I had yet to learn that what was broken could be healed

No one cared to know what was the matter with the freak
That knowledge was not for the average person so weak

I grew stronger mentally each day, my mentality growing hard
I didn't know that in the future I would be given a lucky card

A card called Lincoln, the home of the Phoenix
People don't always go willing there, and few actually picks

Almost in the center of a town I didn't really know
There is a school like no other school in the USA, you'll wish you could go

Once you hear how the teachers actually help you
How the food is kinda good most days and people actually care, it's true

I didn't believe it at first, no, not at all
I didn't talk to anyone; I hid in a dark hall

Then I met a boy in Physical Education, P.E. who called me Gypsy, thanks to my skirts
He introduced me to the rest of his friends and they eased life's hurts

My school saved my life; they helped me so very much
My school may be called Lincoln but it has a mothers loving touch

And when I was homeless they helped me find a place to stay,
They made sure I was safe and secure each and every day

They helped me overcome my issues with math and taught me more
About poetry and rather than any door I could have opened I opened Lincolns Door

They taught me that I shouldn't be afraid to learn and no one would hurt me
If I got things wrong, with praise and love I flourished and it is clear to see

I will always be a part of Lincoln and Lincoln a part of me, for only the lucky go to Lincoln, the place only the few picks
That with college coming up Lincoln the home of the Phoenix

That High School will always have a part of my heart

#fear #life #highschool #math #success #learning #caring #teachers #freak

Jessie Apr 2015

**** *******, Get Money

You struggled to make friends the first day of high school.
You lied about your interests, and changed your style
Just to be in a group
Who got drunk every Friday, and high every Saturday.
Who screamed, “**** *******, get money,” at the top of their lungs
Like it was their teenage religion, and they were the preachers.
From being homeschooled, to participating in that cross-faded crowd,
It was a big leap for you merely to say the phrase, the prayer,
Much less act upon it, pushing yourself over your limits, once again.
It is your senior year now, and the cliff into chivalry
Is one you could not even consider jumping off anymore.
Your mom drug tests you once a month, shame on her face.
And you have too many petty offences to make anyone outside your group proud.
Sports were too cool for your group; you have to be sober to play, apparently.
And if you had anything higher than a C in a class, you were kicked out.
To “go with the nerd groups” and be the topic of next Friday’s teases.
Now everybody hates you, the kid who was so quiet on the first day
Who is on a path to nowhere, with, “**** *******, get money,” as your only prayer.

(This is the first poem I'm posting on here)

#highschool #drinking #bullying