Teen Poetry Collections


by a young man

He is old with white hair.
He’s tall. He’s nice
and teaches me every day
in school. He teaches me math.
He teaches me the ability
to live without worry
and he helps me.
He’s got a good heart
with love in it and peace
like a great hug – whenever I’m crying
he helps me. Whenever I’m upset. 

If I could, I’d save his life.
If somebody really, really didn’t like him,
I’d say “Stop. This is a great teacher.”

I think he wants the best for me –
to live a happy and good life.