Best Teenold Poems
Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers
At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes
Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed
The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode
The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?
She was a 10 years old
When her life was sold
He hurt her in ways unimaginable
He may have not have been her father
But he was her brothers
He told the 10 year old to get in the bed
Or something would happen to her 1 month brother
The bed was cold
The springs were rusted
Her heart was always filled with love and care
But after that night
She wouldn't dare share
The 10 year old went to school the next day
Without anything to say
Her friends found out
And shunned her out
She told an
The police were called
She was taken from her mother
Who at that time wouldn't believe her
She stayed at a family members house
A couple days went by
Then she was returned home
The bad guy was found
She still has nightmares to this day
And she has this to say:
"I'm sorry for doing what I knew was wrong
All I wanted was for my brother to be safe."
This is a true story, It's MY story. I hope that all you readers unerstand that I still blame
myself for what happened that night. I DON'T want your sympathy, I just need friends who
actually care. Thank You For Reading Let's Get Lost. . . . . .
He used to be so fun and happy
Now he seems so sad and angry
He never seems to smile anymore
I’ve never seen him this way before
I just want my old friend back
The one who could always make me laugh
It only got worse as time went on
It was then I knew my old friend was gone
He started to get far and distant
I tried, but I couldn’t make sense of it
I started to wonder what went wrong
Was it something that could be undone?
I can see the evil gleam in his eyes
It’s all part of his journey to the dark side
Looking back I can’t help but feel it’s all my fault
Even thought it was his own choice to join the cult
I know there’s no one to blame
And in the end he couldn’t be tamed
The old men defile the little girls
their lurid charm stabs the fragile screen of innocence and ignorance
The fathers are traveled or dead or down, or never known
The mothers weep, hands in air hoping to grab something helpful
The young girls, like rat to hawk become clutched by predatory hands
The old men squeal, cackle, and trumpet their victories
vile names for the captured,the newly shamed are shouted in complete revelry
The tricked lost their chance at being children
This calls for a smile from the most sinister observer
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Brat!"
"I hate you!"
SLAM!
The dark curtains shook as she shut the door.
Locking it was a breeze.
Her dark curtains flew open and there stood a man.
He crawled through the window,
Straight towards the girl.
He kissed away her quiet tears.
She smiled softly…..
Behind those dark curtains,
Quiet tears always fall.
Behind those dark curtains,
A secret love appears.
Behind those dark curtains,
A flower is lost.
Behind those dark curtains,
A child conceived.
Behind those dark curtains,
Daughter becomes mother,
Son-in-law becomes father.
Behind those dark curtains,
New mother and old fight,
While child cries in the background.
Behind those dark curtains,
Becomes stained with blood,
As old mother kills new,
And old father kills the widowed.
Life and death all occur,
Behind those dark curtains.
Pencil tap tap tap on the old wooden desk
tick tock tick tock goes the battered clock,
fidgeting of bottoms on chairs
and shuffling of feet,
scribbling ferioucly of a pen over paper,
as the smart people work as hard as they can,
while the people who think they are cool
lounge in their chairs humming to themselves
with words of disgrace scribbled over their page.
Tired eyes and drooping lids
clear to everyone who felt the rush,
determind students with ambitions and dreams
says to everyone who will succeed.
Tick tick tick goes the battered clock
pencil tap tap tap on the old wooden desk
time is running out.
Tell me,
can you feel the pressure now?