I love you.
You see me as a twit
But I love you,
You hate the rule I make
But I love you.
You want to live away
And I love you.
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I show you what you need to be,
You see me as a fool.
I will love you when your mood will melt,
When you won't be so mean,
I love you now
and I will
When your age does not end in 'teen!
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Ruth Stewart
I'm a grandmother of four amazing grandchildren and a mum of three fabulous children. I write poetry mainly, also prose and the odd story. I live in Scotland, UK. For a secret link to watch me read my favourite poems click right here!
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Hope, Rising
Hope, as rays of sun Burst through the problems and pain, Rises again and again. I wrote this in response to a prompt given on Twitter by Melisa Quigley. @MQuigley1963. She asked that we write a six-word story or a poem in response to this image, so I wrote this little haiku.
By Ruth Stewart9 months ago in Poets
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Nailed it!
Teenagers scare the living ... Would it be too obvious to say that this is incredibly relatable? :D Well done on this one though. One of my favourites, even if I know the subject it relates to!
Ahhh, teenagers! Now that makes more sense, lol. Awesome poem!
I knew this had to be about teenagers. Lol. Well done.
Oh, yeah! There's one that's relatable, even though it's been ages ago.
I felt every single word. The teenage years are something else!! You summed it all up so well :)
Great perspective with this one.