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Janneke Tenvoorde Poems
Life of a Teenager
Many have told me That your teen years Are the best part of your life, Though to me and my peers
Homework is such a bore Others never do it M y parents make me Everyday I get a ton
Decisions are hard to make. Every time there’s more to take. Choices there are lots of, Involving life, school and love.
Your life’s path, Depends on your decisions. Might lead you wherever. Change your life forever.
One glance, A chance, For you, To view,
So Many Different Hairstyles
Braids, pigtails, buns, So many different hairstyles. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, So many different colours.
Laughter Funny, Hilarious Smiling, Roaring, Amusing Laughter is the best medicine.
Fun in the Snow
Should we go Amish
Oh how do I tell my parents, About Jake the amish boy? And that he means more to me, Than just another teenage toy.
Decisions Difficult, Complicating Involving, Deciding, Regretting Making the right decisions can be hard.
I am on cloud nine, As we soak this fresh sunshine, Here we can sit at ease, For as long as we do please,
The New Girl
There’s a new girl Her face makes me hurl I feared, that she’d be weird,
Hired! I got a job! Let’s get to work. Oh, oh.
Blame, shame, claim
Playing baseball with the class. Throw the ball, come on, pass! Broken windows, broken glass. Teacher’s coming, run fast!
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Life of a Teenager
Many have told me
That your teen years
Are the best part of your life,
Though to me and my peers
It doesn’t seem so.
They are filled with strife.
They are filled with fears.
These growing up years.
I was a child before,
With no worries.
None at all.
But I’m not that young no more.
As in to adolescence I fall,
That life’s not that easy at all.
I have to make decisions now,
But the hardest part of all
Is trying to fit in.
Knowing how to tie
In bow or pin.
Knowing what to wear
Jeans or a hat.
Knowing what to ...