Best Generation Poems

We are a Melody,
We are what no one can see.
We sing together in perfect harmony,
We rise and fall,
Our souls are big but sometimes small.
The evils haven't caught us all.
Not many of us are left,
Over the ones who perished we have wept.
But we knew the cards...

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Babies are gems and diamonds,
Babies are pure right through,
Babies are such little angels,
Especially when smiling with you,

Bouncing babies are such a charm,
For them we want no harm,
Baby need milk,cry up a storm,
Burp,tummy full,so cuddly and warm,

Babies will learn from me,
Babies will learn from you,
Remember,they are...

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It might be called Electrifying Pink,
that color painted on her toes
for it glows amidst the grime of her feet
winding filth up around her ankles
as if dirt were the newest chain
to make a fashion statement.

Pink does move the eye away
from all the silver hanging off eyebrow,
nose,...

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Wise to emulate
 
“The Greatest Generation”
 
Depression Era
 
Hard times faced with dignity
 
Heroes rose from common men
 
 
 
*Entry for Brian’s Ekphrasis contest.  Based on the book “The Greatest Generation” 
by Tom Brokaw, a truly inspiring account of how people met the...

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We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands

We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame

Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the...

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What has happened to our kids?
Why did we become the type of parents we did?
Is there a name for us?  
Slower, easier, then turned into a mess of fuss

Using our imaginations and reading the classics galore
So much lovely literature to explore
Had to look up...

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Rebellious hearts won fame and infamy,
And knew black nights of burgundy.
Then resisted we the merest tyranny;
For we'd so long longed to be free.

So hip and wild and young--
We touched tongue to tongue.
And to our dreams fiercely clung;
Children of the flowers we frolicked among.

In an age...

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Our beautiful daughters new boyfriend -
was introduced just recently,
and I must say I am not impressed,
and that came to me instantly.
I could tell my wife had felt the same;
I could see this in a deep scowl,
instead of a smile, ‘nice to meet you’
her greeting was...

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THE ELEVATION OF TODAY'S GENERATION
By:  Sikolwethu Mthethwa

Burning hotter than the flames of a furnace,
Surpassing the depths of the hollows beneath Earth's face,
Rumbling more violently than a million earthquakes.
Delicately constructed by our young minds 
And conceived by our hearts.
It is more valuable than gold mines
Nothing...

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Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac

Brilliant stars, silent nights
Fireflies, Northern Lights
Mountain streams, fresh air
Fall asleep anywhere

Small town, take a chance
Pig roast, barn dance
Allemande left!  Do-si-do!
Spontaneity here we go!

Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac

Beat Zen's hey-day
Doing things...

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Thinking about the good old days
Reminiscing for a little while
Some memories made me happy, some made me sad
Some brought a tear and some brought a smile
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To put lighting bugs in mason jars
To look at tail lights and...

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No one wants love they only want likes, 
freely protesting they haven’t got rights! 

Raised by the system playing the victim, 
that’s the ambition that they envision. 

Say you’re offended by my point of view, 
offending me when you react like you do. 

Opinions upset...

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From the moment we became grandparents we have felt conflicted
at the way, in books and media, grandparents are depicted.

But we’ve been grandparents for a while now 
(one grandchild just graduated college)
So we believe it is time to share some grand-parental knowledge…

When a cartoonist draws a...

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All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.

All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.

All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,

I write a poem on...

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Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me

Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics. 

Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme 
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into 
informational abscess

Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking...

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