Teen Poetry Collections

Dime

by a young man, age 11

You’ve been behind
People’s ears
You’ve been up
People’s noses
You’ve been
In money machines
You’ve been making music
In piggy banks
You’ve been in siren safes
You’ve been in between keyboard keys 

Now you’re in my hand
You’re dirty
But I will clean you off
Take a bath
I’ll take you out, dry you off
Keep you as my little son
I’d save you in my heart
Where you’d grow
Into a quarter, then a dollar
Then a big block of gold.