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Here are some awesome poems sent in by the TeenZone readers. If you have any to add, send them to teenzone@panorama.co.za and they may be published here.

Please note that you have to make sure your poem is original!

 

In Chains

Why?

Why…me?

Why…now?

Why…here?

I had dreams…

Lush green forests of home…

Smooth, chocolate flesh warmly pressed against me…

 

Why?

Why…me?

Why…now?

Why…here?

I had dreams…

Not these shackels holding me to this cold stranger.

Stripped naked.

 

Why?

Why…me?

Why…now?

Why…here?

I had dreams…

Shattered…these ghosts breaking my wings of freedom – Crack! Crack!

Skin splits -bleeds!

 

By: 7.A Glenview

 

 

One Moment….

Just one moment can change your life,

Can’t turn back the clock,

The mistake you made can’t be erased,

From being happy you went to being sad,

Your old habits got you back,

The one that you loved vanished into thin air,

Sorry can’t help,

Have to prove that you changed,

Can’t blame no one else but yourself,

People talk, People stare, People laugh,

Gotta walk away before feeling defenseless,

Have to fight the battles; no matter the consequences,

Too late to be forgiven,

You are all alone, even your shadow walked away from you,

Got nothing to lose because you have nothing,

Trying to scream off your worries,

But they keep coming,

Memories keep replaying in your head,

Can’t stop it,

Need someone to help, but they are all gone,

Your loved one got someone else to love!!

Just one moment can change your life…….

 

By: Kyra

 

 

Paint a Perfect Picture for me

Paint a perfect picture for me

Make sure it not black and white

Because blacks and whites started off as a fight

Make sure it bright like candle light

Must have lots and lots of colours like children’s chat

Written ABC

Bright light I swear that’s what I want to see

 

See back home where I came from

Everything is always black and white

Because it always turns out to be a fight

If it isn’t my daddy the beast himself

Raping our mind

Taking away our joy and happiness

Smashing and crashing our hearts into little pieces

Collecting it and building anger

 

If it isn’t mommy

The scavenger herself

Biting every man’s wallet

Sucking the cash out of his packet

And when we ask for same he locks it

 

Sometimes it goes like…

Snappy, snappy hiding everything in the closet

He’s never smiling, family hater

Tell me whose goanna teach a daddy how to be a father?

Oh wait you can’t teach an old dog new tricks!

 

And friends may ask

Who are you?

I tell them I’m a girl who’s a mother of an old woman

They laugh because they don’t understand

 

They don’t understand that my womb is new as a day being born

When I say I’m girl who’s a mother of an old woman

I mean…

She drinks alcohol – I collect the bottles

She vomits on the flow – I sweep the floor

She pees on her pants and skirt – I wash her clothes

I guess now you understand why I say

I’m a girl who is a mother of an old woman

 

Now I thought of a quiet place

That stores my joy and happiness

That prints bold underlined tenderness

And the library does it all

And I don’t hesitate to ask…

 

Paint a perfect picture for me

Make sure it’s not black and white

Because blacks and whites started off as a fight

Make sure it bright like candle light

Must have lot and lot of colours like children’s chat

Written ABC

Bright light I swear that what I want to see

 

By: F. Mkhize

 

The self-centered, selfish b*tch

Once we were in love

Like a little dove

But then you met the witch

And left me like a b*tch

 

You never saw I loved you

Now you see I hate you

Your blinded love caused my pain

And now I will never remain the same

I hope you didn’t fall

Because you’re under a spell

A spell by the witch

The selfcentered, selfish b*tch

 

Mariselle

 

My Dear

My dear what a lovely tree.
The roots nice and deep,
The shade you will keep,
But, my dear, in the winter you’ll catch cold!
My dear what a lovely tree.

My dear what a lovely bouquet.
I’ll pretend they’re for me,
On my dresser they’ll be
Oh how young they’ll make me feel!
My dear what a lovely bouquet.

My dear what a lovely stone.
Your name is beautifully written,
Oh you had me smitten,
But my heart aches for you still…
My dear what a lovely stone.

Micheline

 

Image Credit: S-Belov

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My name is Kriszti Bottyan (23) and I am the Editor of Teenzone Magazine. This means that all content goes through me before it reaches you. I graduated from the University of Pretoria in 2015 and I am currently completing my post-grad in Applied Languages. I am admittedly addicted to E! but I am also into the more serious content about society and about topics concerning YOUR future. Ultimately, you are my number one priority. We have migrated to a digital platform that is more suitable to you, our readers. We are continuously grateful for your support and in return promise to deliver. We will not disappoint!

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