Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
#teens
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
Generation Z-ero
The cuckold generation
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
#honesty
#satirical
#teens #TruthOfLife
#teens #TruthOfLife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
Generation Z-ero
The cuckold generation
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
#honesty
#satirical
#teens #TruthOfLife
#teens #TruthOfLife
79 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
Generation Z-ero
The cuckold generation
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
#honesty
#satirical
#teens #TruthOfLife
#teens #TruthOfLife
79 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
18th Nov 2024 6:58pm
Generation Z-ero
The cuckold generation
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
tide-pod guzzling snowflakes
begging to be micro-chipped
begging to be numbered
Xenophobic and neurotic
disconnected and psychotic
reprogrammed and robotic
Generation Zero
seeking- individual identity
trapped- in a surrogate reality
no social skills
no common sense
Easily offended
looking to accuse
begging for defense
from genuine experience
stampede of the sheep
march to the gulags
with faces bowed down
aglow with silicon light ...
#honesty
#satirical
#teens #TruthOfLife
#teens #TruthOfLife
79 reads
12 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
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0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
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SweetOblivion
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
Before I Slip Away
He seemed to be impressed at what he saw
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
#teens
#memories
#sensual
857 reads
22 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
Before I Slip Away
He seemed to be impressed at what he saw
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
#teens
#memories
#sensual
857 reads
22 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
7th Nov 2019 8:44pm
Before I Slip Away
He seemed to be impressed at what he saw
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
When I pulled up my school skirt; no comment
Escaped his lips as, open-mouthed in awe,
He watched me pull panties aside; he sent
Me suppressed signals from his youthful eyes;
If we said nothing, virgin selves still blushed;
#teens
#memories
#sensual
857 reads
22 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
#job
#seductive
#sensual
#teens
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
7th Dec 2024 2:01am
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
Sirens of the Secretarial Coven
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
My non-traditional for men job quest
Lands me in the typist’s oasis
Of the secretarial pool of Portland, Maine
I enter the perfumed office parlor
Of the skirted realm
Whose rose-scented atmosphere
Holds hope for the dream job
Of female cohorts
For a young man with great expectations
In the pursuit of happiness
To be found among blouses
Where I am to be administered the typing test
By an instructress introduced by her sister in ink as:
“Don’t worry John, she won’t bite. ...
#job
#seductive
#sensual
#teens
#women
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DU Poetry : Poems About Teens Published by Members Recently Online
