Short Peer Pressure Poems
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Young,
Friendship,
Forever,
Secure in the mind
Though may be short lived in time.
Because of peer pressure, they may flush closeness.
Form:
My
Anticipation
Concentration
Education
You have been with me since birth
My
Socialisation
Peer-pressure
Escape
You are with me still
My
Dark side
Humour
Passion
You will be with me to the end
It’s been eight years, and it still feels the same
As it was then, I seem to have no aim
Peer pressure
That of a fresher
Searching for my own claim to fame.
the-me-against-the-world rebelliousness,
the raging hormones of puberty,
the adult expectations,
the struggle to fit in,
and the peer pressure!
oh, the growing...
pains of youth;
stressful
phase.
Date written: 08/08/2021
There’s one thing of which I feel sure:
The goodness of no peer pressure.
That, year after long years,
I find for me no peers,
The boss said, peering in mirror.
____________________________
A boss boasted to his HR head
Limerick |15.07.2024| humour, business
(A weary voice whispers)
Like a slave to love
I once looked for true completeness
But like Beatrice and Dante,
There was always a great barrier
Between us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
The epidemic is growing
Killing people by the minute
Global Warming is getting worse
Our planet is being destroyed
Drug usage is now a trend
NOT a choice
This generation it's :
say this
do that
smoke this
sniff that
The peer pressure is growing
youths are giving in
Suicide rates are higher than ever
youths are giving up.
Form:
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
I'm just another player in this game
Left without control I feel no pain
Eyes stapled open to find the attached path
Slave forward and bite the led lash
Stand still
Jump in the air
Get down
Stay off the ground
Rules, guidelines
Follow no stay
Your crazy now sane
Eyes fade so does skin
Now smoke this green
I said ti do this crystal methamphetamine.
Form:
Open relationships
Need strong moral fiber
Express your true feelings
Never lie to your own heart
Ignite your passions
Give them air to breathe
Hope for a reciprocal breeze
Trust that same moral fiber
Search for a reciprocal soul
Trade your heart for theirs
Avoid fast-track love
Never fall prey to peer pressure
Dangerous liasons
Sadly end with tears
There’s many types of abuse.
Physical, emotional, mental.
The worst kind in those groups,
manipulation.
It can go from peer pressure,
to messing with emotions.
I was a victim,
to this kind of abuse.
He made me believe I needed him.
And I still think that way.
I curse my heart,
knowing that I still long for him.
Knowing I still love him,
even when he hurt me the most.
Dogma deemed absurd, I fought scruple’s bird,
its voice I still heard, but conscience was blurred.
A peer-pressure nerd, the threat was the herd;
their counsel preferred, my standards deferred.
Accident incurred; two bodies interred.
My mind I re-gird with thoughts from God’s Word.
written April 28, 2017
for John Hamilton's Rhymer's Delight, Internal Monorhyme Contest
A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear
Form:
A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear
Form:
This is the age for which we live.
Where innocence are gone.
Truth has been silenced.
Self expression is nothing more than peer pressure.
Self respect lay in the hands of those that read news stand tabloids.
Inner beauty is for novels.
Passion ends in court.
Death is just life.
Addiction is just away to get away with a crime.
Abuse has no shame.
Guilt has become a pleasure.
And
Love? What is that?
Form:
A young homeless child looking for a home but finds none.
On the first day of school the mother's not around to comfort me when I'm down-right scared.
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement.
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst and meet people who care.
I learn about peer pressure and much more.
Now comes the time to break thru the.....
FEAR
Form:
Last year’s peace protests have left us bereft;
untold violence, fires, murder and theft.
As long-held morals find themselves interred,
society reaps a conscience that’s blurred.
Peer pressure rules the day, threats from the “gang”
dictate, Cheap counsel chosen, Boomerang!
Bounce back, enroll as one of God’s pupils;
His Word teaches a fine set of scruples.
January 6, 2021
contest: Morality Poetry
sponsor: Mark Koplin
My friend Sharon is the same as me as
we have decided to let it all hang free.
No more corsets or underwire
because we feel we are still on fire.
Without recourse to peer pressure
or need to take out a tape measure.
We’ve done our bit for procreation.
Now it’s all procrastination where
slimming and exercise are concerned.
A leisurely stroll is best we’ve learned.
We’re comfortable in our slack skin.
So Sharon is my “win/win” twin.
No speech, no thoughts,
Quiet is what they want.
So that is what they get.
I will never speak about love or respect-
For anyone, so I will still as a stone.
Cold, frozen, and hard as bone,
But bones can still break and crack.
Pressure, consistently adding to the stack,
Of many worries that hide inside of me,
And they do not know or see
Anxiety, is the name,
Of the thing that came,
When my friends said.
“Love with him is dead...”
Apron strings loosed,untied as maternal voices faltered and cried when a soprano voice lost its elan and a boy became a man.Peer pressure would not hide and difidence was replaced with pride.Desire,with warm whispers heard,
questions answered with just three words,filled with joy and love a union blessed from above .Holding a first-born,as two self-absorbed,became three.
Trust was born-a-new a changed life came into view as a work of art with gifts to share and impart.
Perpetual posturing
Stuck anchored down by the positioning of a perfect picture
A perfect picture with no permission to persist
Descending to this consumption
Piss and vinegar in a pill capsule to portray the presumption
Of a petulant peasant painted in peer-pressure
Puppeteering the pendulum of a parent in postpartum
Part of the play
This pig patronized in pestilence
Penance awarded by the penetration in post mortem
Part of the play, it is
This is the way down