"sixteens" poems - Hello Poetry

I didn't have a sweet sixteen. I didn't have a sweet anything. But I didn't complain, I had no right to. I was a bad girl, And besides, Sixteens not all that sweet anyways.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC

dexter100314

Sweet 16

I didn't have a sweet sixteen. I didn't have a sweet anything. But I didn't complain, I had no right to. I was a bad girl, And besides, Sixteens not all that sweet anyways.

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"Ooh-rah", my darling semper fi, I wish there was more behind this facade, this lie, This stigma that falls around loving a marine, Its not just dress blues and m-sixteens, There's letters, lonely nights, and solitary hearts, There's learning to awkwardly ****** your own parts, There's the creeping feeling of insanity growing inside, The rules and loyalties you must constantly abide, All the while the front pages will place irrational fears, That you will loose his soul to these wartime years, Whether it be explosive passing or emotional withdrawal, To lose him, your one true love, is the hardest type of fall, But he'll keep his spirits up and you'll tell him to keep his head down, And you will be patiently waiting for the moment he comes back around, And as for myself, I have not yet fallen and I will stay strong, Even when my fears constantly prolong, This tired journey I promised to embark, Blindfolded, in love with my mind in the dark, But my heart belongs to my marine; it will always be his, Until he comes home and long then after, I will be Semper Fidelis.

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC

w-wildflower

Semper Fidelis

"Ooh-rah", my darling semper fi, I wish there was more behind this facade, this lie, This stigma that falls around loving a marine, Its not just dress blues and m-sixteens, There's letters, lonely nights, and solitary hearts, There's learning to awkwardly ****** your own parts, There's the creeping feeling of insanity growing inside, The rules and loyalties you must constantly abide, All the while the front pages will place irrational fears, That you will loose his soul to these wartime years, Whether it be explosive passing or emotional withdrawal, To lose him, your one true love, is the hardest type of fall, But he'll keep his spirits up and you'll tell him to keep his head down, And you will be patiently waiting for the moment he comes back around, And as for myself, I have not yet fallen and I will stay strong, Even when my fears constantly prolong, This tired journey I promised to embark, Blindfolded, in love with my mind in the dark, But my heart belongs to my marine; it will always be his, Until he comes home and long then after, I will be Semper Fidelis.

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Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC

hidingwithharley

To This I Toast My Glass

Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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Here's to the worst year of our lives Here's to years gone by, I despise So much for sweet sixteens Time was better in between I bid farewell, Two thousand and Memory

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

reg23

Goodbye 16

Here's to the worst year of our lives Here's to years gone by, I despise So much for sweet sixteens Time was better in between I bid farewell, Two thousand and Memory

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It’s my birthday and I feel nothing. Every year I watch people anticipate their birthdays. As a kid there’s so much excitement. As an adult there’s so much dread. There’s the glorious sweet sixteens. The exciting turn of being an adult at eighteen. You turn twenty one and are completely legal. It’s a celebration. A cause for happiness, gifts, parties, and so much more. It’s a holiday just for you. Yet year after year I’ve felt nothing. I feel nothing. It’s a day to remember for most. A day I’ve always wished would go away. I feel as though I have to fake my way through this day. Pretend I feel the same. In my eyes it’s just the same as every other day. Birthdays are meaningless to me.

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC

beth-decisions

Birthdays

It’s my birthday and I feel nothing. Every year I watch people anticipate their birthdays. As a kid there’s so much excitement. As an adult there’s so much dread. There’s the glorious sweet sixteens. The exciting turn of being an adult at eighteen. You turn twenty one and are completely legal. It’s a celebration. A cause for happiness, gifts, parties, and so much more. It’s a holiday just for you. Yet year after year I’ve felt nothing. I feel nothing. It’s a day to remember for most. A day I’ve always wished would go away. I feel as though I have to fake my way through this day. Pretend I feel the same. In my eyes it’s just the same as every other day. Birthdays are meaningless to me.

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One sixteen You had me Two sixteens You needed me Three sixteens And you were gone When I almost Found you I lost you Before I knew you So long

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC

mauvevelvet

too few sixteens

One sixteen You had me Two sixteens You needed me Three sixteens And you were gone When I almost Found you I lost you Before I knew you So long

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She pulled me in with my brother In a scene from sweet sixteens Or I went willing, at the first Sight of a sneaky sideways wink Bad romance, it became us Bitter confusion filled us three My brother, he pleaded on his knees Will you do nothing with my woman? I fell under luck's frail favor When my brother's she became a he This he pulled me, Or I went willing? We became one on his couch L-shaped leather wet with purpose Aristophanes spoke of this Yet now we drift Drift, sweetly Pull apart Pretend we forget each other's names

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC

ZeroNine

Pull Apart

She pulled me in with my brother In a scene from sweet sixteens Or I went willing, at the first Sight of a sneaky sideways wink Bad romance, it became us Bitter confusion filled us three My brother, he pleaded on his knees Will you do nothing with my woman? I fell under luck's frail favor When my brother's she became a he This he pulled me, Or I went willing? We became one on his couch L-shaped leather wet with purpose Aristophanes spoke of this Yet now we drift Drift, sweetly Pull apart Pretend we forget each other's names

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let me tell you this the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments like the yellowing of a book or erosion of a stone if you must talk sit comfortably with a beverage of your choosing and say plainly here I am here’s the story of it all let me tell you about music about how Boys Don’t Cry how I sit and let the melancholic twang of a guitar and ripple of drums submerge me like a wave on a winter night how the syllables of erstwhile years still hit as hard as cricket ***** let me tell you about the television the what we don’t need and reality warped past the point of reality breathing out the same few sentences at midday and rat-a-tat of gunfire on a street of sixteens or in a dusty ramshackle of a town now bounding into the spotlight let me tell you about anxiety about the bending extending of my fingers the inbound heatwave at the front of my skull the potentials that rattle rainmaker until I hear my voice telling my own voice off let me tell you about the online world the vanity that froths across the screen strangers trying to be strangers the illusions blow-dried primped glazed over in a calorific gloss or the pitter-patter of a criticism that will unavoidably come because it can because this is how you open your mouth when you can’t be seen let me tell you about motivation how it trickles like sand out of me how it is steam on a windowpane silvery and ready for me to play but gone before the first curl of a word is poured into place I find naked envelopes everywhere what is needed concealed under the bed at the end of a lines-are-busy call let me tell you about intimacy to me an outline of a ghost or an unidentifiable shape like a face caught in a puddle there goes a couple in the first swirl of not-quite love there are two teens photographing the evidence that they are a serious business thank you very much condoms instead of pick ‘n’ mix holding a phone instead of holding a hand let me tell you this is how it is or my version different from your version but the roots are the same roots the premise about the same do you have questions It’s not a surprise and I told you the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

I'm Telling You

let me tell you this the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments like the yellowing of a book or erosion of a stone if you must talk sit comfortably with a beverage of your choosing and say plainly here I am here’s the story of it all let me tell you about music about how Boys Don’t Cry how I sit and let the melancholic twang of a guitar and ripple of drums submerge me like a wave on a winter night how the syllables of erstwhile years still hit as hard as cricket ***** let me tell you about the television the what we don’t need and reality warped past the point of reality breathing out the same few sentences at midday and rat-a-tat of gunfire on a street of sixteens or in a dusty ramshackle of a town now bounding into the spotlight let me tell you about anxiety about the bending extending of my fingers the inbound heatwave at the front of my skull the potentials that rattle rainmaker until I hear my voice telling my own voice off let me tell you about the online world the vanity that froths across the screen strangers trying to be strangers the illusions blow-dried primped glazed over in a calorific gloss or the pitter-patter of a criticism that will unavoidably come because it can because this is how you open your mouth when you can’t be seen let me tell you about motivation how it trickles like sand out of me how it is steam on a windowpane silvery and ready for me to play but gone before the first curl of a word is poured into place I find naked envelopes everywhere what is needed concealed under the bed at the end of a lines-are-busy call let me tell you about intimacy to me an outline of a ghost or an unidentifiable shape like a face caught in a puddle there goes a couple in the first swirl of not-quite love there are two teens photographing the evidence that they are a serious business thank you very much condoms instead of pick ‘n’ mix holding a phone instead of holding a hand let me tell you this is how it is or my version different from your version but the roots are the same roots the premise about the same do you have questions It’s not a surprise and I told you the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments

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Uniformity and flowers Laughter and dining table decorations Little kids running The Sweet Sixteens burning papers Elderly and their disease Cold tea in orange plastic cups Singing and clothing with a dash of conceit I had drawn to its close Dubiety is up in the air What are we thinking of? I did not ask for any And I've always wanted to know Regarding of what should I have a fancy for Babbling with the most incoherent argot How long will it last? We are not lacking any of it As if we cry out for more Wearing this tight red dress is tiresome Might raise many questions I found the final dialogue withal Dissolving into none

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Jul 16, 2021

Jul 16, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC

mimpi

Informal Terror

Uniformity and flowers Laughter and dining table decorations Little kids running The Sweet Sixteens burning papers Elderly and their disease Cold tea in orange plastic cups Singing and clothing with a dash of conceit I had drawn to its close Dubiety is up in the air What are we thinking of? I did not ask for any And I've always wanted to know Regarding of what should I have a fancy for Babbling with the most incoherent argot How long will it last? We are not lacking any of it As if we cry out for more Wearing this tight red dress is tiresome Might raise many questions I found the final dialogue withal Dissolving into none

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She chucked herself from the library, Five stories blind and hung briefly. I heard it from a friend. Laura’s dead. She found three dead boys, Hung from cable and that broke her, He said. We threw empty sixteens From the roof where we gathered, Spoke each a shattered dream rushed upon the pavement, One, Upon another. The sidewalk gleamed In all the shards of Laura, Green and Amber, Blue and Clear, And ever farther than the eyes of her, Splashed out in every blink night town, In every flick night river where Everybody drowns.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC

uDevonBrock

Laura

She chucked herself from the library, Five stories blind and hung briefly. I heard it from a friend. Laura’s dead. She found three dead boys, Hung from cable and that broke her, He said. We threw empty sixteens From the roof where we gathered, Spoke each a shattered dream rushed upon the pavement, One, Upon another. The sidewalk gleamed In all the shards of Laura, Green and Amber, Blue and Clear, And ever farther than the eyes of her, Splashed out in every blink night town, In every flick night river where Everybody drowns.

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