Sestina Teen Poems | Sestina Poems About Teen
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You will be born and adored,
you will scorn your parents,
for making rules you break,
just prior to idolizing friends,
without knowing God.
One day you meet God,
and you feel adored,
even when you are by yourself,
He lifts your distaste for your parents,
He gives you new friends,
There’s just one habit you cannot break.
If this one habit you could break,
you could find peace in God,
like your friends,
this habit you once adored,
this sin hidden from your parents,
it fosters a hatred for yourself.
You are stuck with yourself,
or else you’d make a clean break,
you’d confess to your parents,
you’d show your face to God,
and be once more adored.
You fall back in with old friends,
the demons bore holes inside yourself,
in the mirror a face that can’t be adored,
your habit no longer takes a break,
you have sworn off God,
you’ve been kicked out by your parents.
Like an orphan with no parents,
Like a loner with no friends,
you call up in desperation to God,
and surrender yourself,
you are full of heart break,
and you are once more adored.
Then your parents take you back in and you are adored,
your friends make amends but you’ve found a friendship no one can break,
it’s between God and yourself.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2013
When a teen disobeys,
innocence becomes insolance,
but malice is caused by exernal influence;
banners with explicit sexual indulgence,
conversations with obscene words
and gestures that can offend passerbys.
There are signs that can detect
any danger, watch the sexy way they dress:
tight clothing and that glamorous look
so irrisistable and provoking; and it
may not go unnoticed, and some teasers
even approve of it...adding to their lustful taste.
Even before modern times left their indecent mark,
these teens had a plan to run from home,
hop on train or bus and head for the big cities;
and on those thriving sidewalks, the predators
wait and they know how despair can turn into need,
an urgent need to survive...to eat and sleep.
Beautiful children, why do you constantly disobey,
and refuse to listen to your parents and elders,
who were raised in kindness, respect and dignity?
Innocent children, before that delusional fantasy
steals away more irreplaceable dreams...ask yourselves:
shouldn't a dream, such as yours, be trashed?
Unpack your back-packs and stay in a wam environment,
before silly thoughts become your biggest fear
and you will follow them to their destructive end...
not ever feeling any absence of the parental heart,
where there is a happy home you don't consider
the greatest place to nurture love with loving cheer.
When a teen disobeys,
love loses its profound defination...
as its pure essence is taken away by the rampant indignation
of an embittered truant: cursing, mocking justice,
stealing to feed bad habits, and in doing so they allow grief
to overcome joy, and replace it with a tragic death.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009