Best Gen Poems
Your paradigm's a relic and yes,
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens
a sable sea.
"Company loyalty!" a myth
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic
the gig life sets us free.
No cubicles confine us
from drudgery's apathy.
You bartered years for baubles
in tenure's fallacy.
Oblivious to the fractures-
in stability's gallery.
We're digital artisans
crafting with autonomy.
Passion's our lodestar
in dreams we find our spree.
Not gears in a relentless
bureaucratic machinery!
The epoch you cherished
now a software jubilee.
The hustle's in our essence
innovation's our decree.
Toppling old monopolies
erasing corporate apathy.
We dismantle dated norms
the old guard's fallacy.
Erecting spires of purpose
evanescent yet free.
Our fealties to progress,
to visions that ignite and decree.
Not to a firm's legacy
in stone for eternity.
You mock "influencer!"
a term in your scoffery.
Yet, a viral post can shift markets
with acuity.
And dethrone giants with
a digital apostrophe.
The nine-to-five's an antique
a fossil choreography.
We're the narrators
the seers of modernity.
Forging bonds
a renaissance, not a hierarchy.
The safety net you sought?
A frayed and fading legacy.
A comfort you clung to
amidst life's capricious spree.
We hedge our bets
diversify, with boundless glee.
Designing nets of prowess
a fiery apostrophe!
To constraints
pursuing futures that long to be.
Not a pension's promise
a symbol of quiet despondency.
So shed the dated suit
the archaic fallacy.
The world you knew
Dad, is a VHS tape
a memory.
In your eyes
I see the pride...
despite our disparity
For in this dance of time
we share a rare clarity:
Though our paths diverge
our hearts beat in synchrony.
Your legacy lives on
in my world of modernity.
That was then, this is now
the future's our decree.
We, Gen Z, the coders
shaping worlds to be free.
Your world is fading, Dad,
a relic-
an ancient archaic memory.
Categories:
gen, dad, daughter, father daughter,
Form:
Sestina
In the PsychoSocioscheme of things we see;
The ID chooses the Socio Path
The EGO chooses the Sym Path
The SUPEREGO chooses the Em Path
all others choose the A Path
Categories:
gen, emo, sympathy, voyage, write,
Form:
Free verse
There once was this babe from Seattle
who'd get wild when bands squared to battle.
Absorbed like a sponge,
she redefined grunge
with each rocker she chose to straddle.
Categories:
gen, funny, nostalgia
Form:
Limerick
What makes a Genius appear to be
As clever as you or me
What makes them brainy, sure to excel
The next few lines are sure to tell
Various subjects show their form
For you and me, it's not our norm
Literature, Poetry or Mathematics
Turns their brain, leaves ours static
Einstein, Curie and Jimmy Carter
In their fields they become Masters
Child prodigies as young as three
You have to admire what they have in thee
When you look at them with the naked eye
You would never think they were Gen-i-i
Categories:
gen, inspirational, life, on work
Form:
Rhyme
The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window
To me
Staring back from the couch
He is sweating out there in his winter coat
House fills with noisy nightly ghosts
Filling empty beds left from the grown kids
Creaks I suppose from the settling attic on down
To the hips and knees of our house
Tail of that fool
The perpetually hopeful golden retriever
Bats the Christmas tree
With his wagging baton of joy from behind
Blue and red ornaments hold on for dear life
Ding and ring in the ruffle of evergreen and fanned fur
Like there’s a toddler of wind
Crawling down the hallways from the furnace and vents
Bells looped along the stairway railings
Jingle to life as a lurched Santa sleigh
From the paws of cats that frustratingly mitten
The harnessed snack
They think
Are silver mice and copper sparrows
A very bright young lady
Last day of work before Christmas Eve
Laughs in the Board room as she tells me
The old boss
“My Dad still writes From Santa on a few of my presents.”
I quietly understand and perhaps she does too
Something finally we could share across generations
Santa Claus is more for parents than kids.
Categories:
gen, children, christmas, eve, growing
Form:
Free verse
Gen X or the
MTV generation.
See a big growth in the
Dept. of education.
A generation of latchkey
Kids home alone.
Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.
New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
Women working,
punching a time clock.
They heard Heavy Metal
Being born.
They witnessed the troops
In Desert Storm.
The first generation to play
Video games.
They watched the Challenger
explode into flames.
Another great movie the
Breakfast Club.
They were the era for
The War on Drugs.
They saw the emergence of
The AIDS epidemic.
They remember terrorism
at the Munich Olympics.
No more Berlin Wall to separate
the east and west sides.
They remember Jim Jones,
And his mass suicide.
They can come off
As a little cynical.
On social issues they
Are more liberal.
The Exxon oil spill,
They tried to lie.
The divorce rate hits,
An all-time high.
They had cable TV to
keep them company.
They experienced a
Single-parent family.
Turbo1904 ?
Categories:
gen, childhood, memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
Engineered for perfection,
genetically enhanced
A new model of cloned humans,
so technologically advanced
They make real humans obsolete
So you try to pass in this new brave world,
get yourself a full scan genome work up
All of the prelim specs indicate
you got what it takes ... the right mix to integrate
into the clone collective
Go trade your hereditary flaws in,
get a cloned new epidermal blend
Get the lab factory body parts,
guaranteed not to let cancer
start cellular growth from within
You also get a positronic neural network feed,
the latest in gen eng computer mapped memory
Natural birth humans are now an oddity
It’s all now a different world,
than the one you came from 120 years ago
Real humans live off the grid,
but they never can hide for long ...
their true age do always show
Categories:
gen, psychological, science, science fiction,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
TTribute
With many echoes I step my boot out,
To go and make our country a better place.
I smell smoke, hear war drums and see fatalities
I do it for you, myself, our predecessors and descendants.
I will surely blow the horn of victory.
I will surely return home in colors.
To my comrades (my responses) in the fog of war:
If I go down after the victory:
Put me in the colors of my country, take me home.
Tell my father that I was the man he always wanted me to be.
Tell my mother that I always remembered her in detail.
Tell my wife that she is beautiful and I kept our promise.
Tell my son that I liked his milk teeth and bold baby steps.
Tell my daughter that she will always be my princess.
Tell my little brother that he can have my hunting grounds.
Tell my sister that there is a prince who will treat her like I did.
Tell my boys that I made it and will now hunt with our fore fathers.
Tell my country that it cost me to have the victory,
And I did it with pride and modesty
Tell the next generation that I was a soldier, a father, a child, a brother, a friend and countryman.
I was born to do this; I do it with inner peace
Let the writer do his job.
Rest in Power
Lion of Mogadishu
Gen Paul Lokech
Uganda People's Defence Forces
Categories:
gen, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
She no longer felt taunted by the race of it all
Could not sit around and watch a life fly by, before her eyes
An unkept promise used to keep her up at night
Sense of trust - absent, lingered on like strayed kites in the wind
The media did nothing but consume and show all the ways she "could not" be
If a fellow questioned "are you lonely dear one?" she would have cried but,
What once was unwavering to me now has ability to unravel and become untrue
Forsaken applications on frazzled devices,
Why is it that you demand my time as if it is not rightfully mine?
Foe friend, connector of worlds, distractor of all things, oh my days have you used me
How delighted I would be to distance you and rid all of this
Solace in leaving, solace in dreaming
Bound by nothing, fate forever freeing
Spirit grants me strength through days of disarray
Much like those of today, where my patience seems left astray
I've come back up for air, and am standing amongst the trees
I am far out where no one can hear
Finding a lost smile
Categories:
gen, addiction, adventure, deep, mental
Form:
Free verse
So here we are…
Brought into a world of discrimination and disarray
We are not the keystone but the voussoir
Simply a pebble on the pathway
Because hopefully our kids can figure it out
At least that is how we got here
“Oh, I'm sure someone will come about to resolve our extestential drought”
Unfortunately for us, the path is not clear
But does anyone apart from us understand that?
That the pressure put on us at such a young age
Can actually combat
The very thing they want to assuage.
Maybe no one understands it.
Maybe there’s nothing we can do but acquit.
Categories:
gen, anxiety, blue, deep, for
Form:
Rhyme
Baby boomers, Gen X Gen Y, and now Gen Z
What will the next crop of babies be?
Will we start with A? Will they be boomers too?
Many of us want to know, especially Gen Z.
Categories:
gen, age,
Form:
Rhyme
Gen-Z Ruling 2021
Gen-Z is what they call us we are the next leaders of America.
We have to make a difference for the next generation.
We need to make the world what it should’ve been before.
2021 will be a better year because it has us to make the difference.
We will stop the police from killing our colored people,
We will stop men from touching our little girls and women,
We will stop shamming everyone for their looks,
We won’t shame our people for their rights to love anyone or thing.
We will continue to wear masks and to keep ourselves safe,
We will never abuse our children and help them grow into their best’s selves.
We will show the world that women can do anything men can,
We will stop killing the world and its nature.
We will find a way to solve COVID-19 and save our people.
Gen-Z is what they call us, and we Will Be the Next Saviors of America.
-11/9/2020-
(2021 United States of America Visionary, Limiton Hankins)
Mailing Address: 5000 Warrington Rd
Categories:
gen, 9th grade, america, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
Generation X
Are all being trained
To be blood thirsty
Killing machines
By way of
Video games
Categories:
gen, adventure, america,
Form:
Free verse
In this world of selfish people
Will you be mine someone special
No, I am not purposing you
I just want to know reason of you
No, I didn't want someone to make me smile
But I want you to hold when I am crying
I know for me love is in Gen Y
But I feel you are my type
I know you can make me fine
I know you are behind
And I know you can't be mine
And you will go at a wrong time
That's why you can't be mine
I wish you can understand me
I wish you can stop me
I wish I can hold you
But you can't be mine
SO just leave me at right time
To make things run for a long time
No I am not weeping , NO I am not lying
I AM just healing
As I know you can't be mine
Categories:
gen, break up, cute love,
Form:
Rhyme
What will we do now that we’ve reached Gen Z
Will we have to do like hurricanes do
Give them names like Alpha, Beta, and Gamma
or perhaps just Roman Numeral I and II
Shall we call the new babies Gen Trump
Or perhaps Gen Pandemic or Gen Covid
Or do we just let them live out their lives
Like long ago generations did
You see, I don’t recall Gen Caveman
Or Gen Industrial Age
And they seemed to have made it just fine
Without the help of some superfluous adage
I wonder why we started naming ourselves
Are the children so ashamed of their parents
Perhaps afraid they won’t be able to overcome
the terms of their inheritance
Categories:
gen, humor, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme