Analysis of Teenage
I was of seven
I am of sixteen
And mid four years were
Dear teenage me
I learned to live
And liveed to learn
But the transition
Made me happy with a packs of puff
I was of twelve
And was spreading my wings
But thirteen-fourteen were lockdown things
From 4'6 to 5'8 height grews
And had dreams of being sucessfull
Till I had my father's cope
And I became a poison vine
Love sick member of addiction clime
The puffs in mouth
Buds in ears
And walked with no fear
Transition took place
I got a even worsen case
Now I was fifteen
I had my first love
Which made me good from peice of crap
My zeniths engaged improvements
My nights with dreams
As I sixteen
I left all these
Scheme | ABCDEFAGHIIIJKLDMNOPPBQRSTBU |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110 11101 01110 111 1111 0111 10010 111010111 1111 011011 11111011 111111 0111101 1111101 01010101 111010101 0101 101 01111 01011 11010101 11101 11111 11111111 1101010 1111 1101 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 677 |
Words | 143 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 28 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 531 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 132 |
About this poem
The 4 years of the golden teengae which is the period of changing It's how it's changes every year
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Written on December 11, 2022
Submitted by Pkubio9852 on November 18, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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