Sad poems about love for teens
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Poems for a Sad Teen
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Edgar Allan Poe , - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore? Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Teenage Love Poems
When I look into these eyes I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at I see this fear of judgment that makes her cower at confrontation I see this hopelessness for the future that make her choices her burden alone I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong in the savage world of humans I see this courage caged in her thoughts of inferiority I see these thoughts of abandonment that make her cling to anything I see this devotion to her beliefs that makes her fear death And I hate that the person I always see is me. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Visitor Comments from the Voting form dpka this poem is jus soo well written and described and like many others it also gave me the realisation dat im not the only one who feels this way. Lucy I loved this poem because it describes me perfectly. Thankyou for writing down what I never could.