Teen Poetry Collections

No Love

by Allen (age 15?)

At the mist of night where sun don't shine
the game is played
and the children cry.
A voice rings out
saying good-bye.
All the children fly
with the wings of the devil
are gone.

And the road you go on,
sometimes you choose,
but sometimes it doesn't
go your way.
But the way
sometimes you cry
and the love
and not the pain.

But when you love somebody
love comes your way,
and a person comes
and takes them away.

And you feel sad inside
because the person's gone
and love dies.

And I'm saying good-bye
in the pain
and not in the love
but in the shame.