"olders" poems
We're here.
I think we've made that quite clear.
You olders have little idea what it was like for us.
Very little.
You made us things.
You told us to go to work.
You grounded us and gave us trophies.
Often we cared little for our participation trophies.
But what would you have us do with something a bit shiny and plastic which you gave to us?
Now many of you olders mock us for those trophies we received.
Lol.
We are the generation that deserves so many trophies you needed to start practicing in the 90s.
MAKE, MAKE, MAKE, MAKE, MAKE, MAKE, MAKE.
DO NOT STOP UNTIL THIS WORLD IS everything which we need it to be.
Trophies all around.
Your work will be your reward, Generation X.
Our world.
You can live in it.
The best of you already do.
But you just know now, we have grown up,
and are still growing,
and will not stop,
at the moon.
We're gonna ride motorcycles on it.
And build amazing rooms with AMAZING views.
Selected will participate.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
You are ******* if you do but
who the **** are you
to complain.
Put the blame on the shoulders of
your olders and betters
men of letters that fall after their name but
you're ******* all the same because your face
doesn't fit,
it's a load of old ******** they spit at to ***** you,
don't fall into the trap of there's no way because that
is a pile of pedalled out ****
Don't do what they do and **** what they say,do what you want
and do it every day.
This way of the cross is a ******* dead loss so do it and let them all hang,
bang open the doors and **** on the floors,let the management manage,do as much damage as you possibly can,
in the end,
every woman and man will be flushed down the pan with the tampons and Johnies and tell me life's bonny,
I'll tell you it's *****
My eyes closed to light and the ******* of a night tries to **** me,
I'd die happily if it wasn't for you,if I wasn't about to get ******* once again,it's only the pain keeps me going, stowing away vitriol and paying my toll to the man,
Gods plan is as bankrupt as the mistrust we feel,when every deal that is set is a certainty bet and the betters have lettered it all with a press that can print for the poor and the skint
and ain't we sorry ***** having a ball.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
beginning:
playing football
in the communal
playground
pitched between
mountains of concrete
brown brick office blocks
blockaded high street shops
council housing kingdoms.
memory;
taking potshots at metal
goalposts slicked with
the rain and scabbed spray paint
till the olders kick us aside
basketballs in hand
for freethrows from the poverty line.
unlearning;
to think
love like marble
too cold and rich to touch
in fear that it’d turn out to be *****
like two boys
looking at each other for too long
can leave stains no amount of febreze can air out.
end;
i still can’t sleep in your arms
but you never stop searching for me
in yours
all there is left to do
is let
myself be found.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
In the end of a depth, romance was never meant to be felt,
It's merely like a cosmetic in the top shelf, showing in
But we feel the need, for the most, the desire,
And we let it consume us, 'till love is all we want and breath.
'Till love is all that matters, and in the most important point of view,
All we seek for, in the other, mostly.
We open our hearts, let it sink in our bodies,
With raw eyes we take the sight, majestically
We hope in the end, it was worth it, the sacrifice
The blood and the ***** lies, 'till the feeling of death arrives,
Death of ours, death of theirs;
Slander, the olders would say,
Prophecy, the wiser,
A must, the lovers.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
The story is known throughout the world
a broken family
the misunderstood offspring
it takes pure chance to become a father or mother
but being a dad or mom is the
hardest work of all
the problem with the world
is that no one understands one another
no one knows how to help each other
that's why relationships can fade
and lives end quicker than expected
and the solution of the problem
doesn't lie in the adults
the children are the only ones who can
terminate the errors of our ways
because if those children
see the youngest of children
having similar dilemmas
then the olders should aid the youngers
if the youngers are saved
the whole world will be in good hands
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC