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?
"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?