Free verse poems by teens on a variety of topics | Teen Ink

Free Verse


Most recently submitted Free Verse Poems

Poetry
By hannahbee7 DIAMOND
Boca Raton, Florida

Everyone in the world was going to the same place and I followed From behind I could see a whole new path to follow so I turned away And at a time I wandered unsure o...
hannahbee7 DIAMOND, Boca Raton, Florida
67 articles 1 photo 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You know you’re a writer if your friend tells you a heartbreaking story and your first reaction is – wow, that would make an incredible plot for a novel. You know you’re a smart writer if you manage to keep that reaction to yourself."


Poetry
By babyboo8810 PLATINUM
Omaha, Nebraska
babyboo8810 PLATINUM, Omaha, Nebraska
20 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
live your life and never give up

Poetry
By CuteCourt101 SILVER
Newark, Delaware
CuteCourt101 SILVER, Newark, Delaware
9 articles 1 photo 64 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Acting like someone else is a waste of who you are!" ~Unknown

Pennylame BRONZE, Glasford, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By depressteen BRONZE
Salt Lake City, Utah
depressteen BRONZE, Salt Lake City, Utah
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
you were only given this life because your strong enough to live it-Me

Poetry
By Anonymous
Poetry
By -Mad-Hatter- GOLD
Washington, Pennsylvania
-Mad-Hatter- GOLD, Washington, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Dont give up, just go on

Poetry
By Meagan SILVER
Albert Lea, Minnesota
Meagan SILVER, Albert Lea, Minnesota
9 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.&quot;<br /> -Lemony Snicket

Poetry
By mfenelon BRONZE
Nyc, New York
mfenelon BRONZE, Nyc, New York
4 articles 0 photos 13 comments
DanaJae SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.