Generational Poems - Poems about Generational

The old woman sat, eyes like pools of dreams, and imagined. If generations of pain can be passed down through bone and blood, why can’t love live there as well? She touches her face tentatively, tracing the line of her jaw—strong, etched with the strength of those who came before. Her teeth bite into questions, the kind no one wants to ask. But she does. She always...

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Boomers watch flames in burning fires inside, They dream in vinyl, staring with eyes open wide. Some call this gaze: 'Lead paint glaze' of despair, It's the first move in the game of Generational Stare. Watch them stares; wait on, don’t be afraid, Each blank look is a frozen charade, With eye glazed over in blank despair, The soul is on pause,...

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I am all the people who came before me And I am all the people who will come after me This is an ode to all of our ancestors Just because we don't all share the same blood Does not not mean that we are not one To me inheritance Isn't just about family But communal experiences I...

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Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead....

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It will be there in the morning It will be there at night Pull on your boxing gloves And swing with all your might You hit hard Though it’s never enough Be on your guard Things are about to get rough A never ending battle With that unseen enemy In your head words rattle Words like addiction, abuse, poverty You will attempt to run and...

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It will be there in the morning It will be there at night Don your boxing gloves And swing with all your might You hit hard Though it’s never enough Be on your guard Things are about to get rough A never ending battle With that unseen enemy In your head words rattle Words like addiction, abuse, poverty You will attempt to run and hide Yet...

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Daughter, I want for you love and laughter I wish for your happily ever after I want you to hold your head high And look people in the eye Treat others with kindness and grace Don’t fall on your sword just to save face Above all, live life out loud Walk tall and be proud Never forget how far you have come Never give...

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I often ponder about the perpetuous anathema in my household, because growing up, that abominable behavior was quite normalized. I’ve always heard derogatory, disrespectful remarks or comments, God, they’re so standardized; my conception was that being unique deserved aberration. Though, younger me questioned why I only heard these discriminating words and bigoted lies in my own house;...

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the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark the roots that creep and drain of life keeps us sour; unable to mend you ruined me and i ruined you. i hate you and i love you. i don’t know what to do. what can i do? i can’t leave you you’ll always...

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All through wee hours of the morning Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning And the track road leading into Amurum forest Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts headless corpses, dissected body parts littered everywhere, now unidentifiable As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable This was another midnight massacre When men slept, this ambush occur Bukuru have...

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A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born that grows to flame It was conceived to break the chains that plague the line & bring the rain The family trees full of sour fruit have tried in vain to stay the course The forest fire will sweep the land & burrow deep to uproot the source It's not a...

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Hear grandma’s tea-kettle whistle, quaint-blessings…out-moded thistles. Soak mighty generation soil, leaves steeping…ancient toil. Stir mind over matters Gen-Z, while you and bestie, spill the tea. *spill the tea - gossip **bestie - best friend...

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MY FAMILY'S FIRST GENERATIONAL CURSE BREAKER In a lineage burdened by shadows past, There emerged a soul, destined to outlast. The first generational curse breaker they became, A beacon of hope, bearing a different name. Through the tapestry of time, their path did unravel, With courage and strength, they chose to travel. Breaking the chains that held their kin, They set forth...

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There is yet another generational divide taking place in the USA and globally. This division originates with GOD ALMIGHTY, Himself. Q: What is this GODLY division? A: Quit simply, He is choosing to divide mankind between those who are believers in His only...

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Many members of the two youngest generations used to describe themselves as being "Nones," believing in no religion at all. But in the process they have decreed themselves to being their own gods by deifying themselves in the process. By not wanting to be held accountable, especially to the Christian God of the holy Bible, they have...

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