Friday, July 5, 2013

Poetry on Thoughts

It's been awhile hasn't it. Sorry, but writing new posts is harder than I thought it would be.
Anywho, this is just a poem I wrote. It's kind of about how there isn't really a revolution or anything for kids today (my inner grandma shines through).

There's revolution in them
In their hearts and souls
The ache to belong

Pitter-patter of their mismatched feet
Marching on the ground
Pitter-patter trying their best to march
To the beat of the ones who came before them
Ones whose feet marched in time
To the the rhythm of the times

Top of the lungs shouting
Woodstock give me something
March on Washington give me something
Anti-war movement give me something
Environmentalists give me something
Movements, people give me something
More than we have now

Top of the lungs shouting
Give me somewhere to belong
Give me something to fight for

Chants back in unison
We can't give you our revolution
Our times have come and gone
Our people, our music, our causes

You want a revolution?
Yes! Yes!
Find it, make it yours

You want somewhere to belong?
Yes! Yes!
Here. Now
Make it yours

Race back to the here and now
Marching to the pitter patter
Of their own beat
Their own revolution
Their own times

You can hear the new melody in their hearts
If you listen, listen closely
You can hear the old ones too

Is that any good? I'm not really sure because I've never really done any poetry outside of school before.


eta : I'm reading this a year later (even though I really shouldn't be) and hating it. C'est la vie.


  1. Thats brilliant! I wish I had the patience and imagination to write poems like that!
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  2. it is so so good! it also sums up exactly what i've been thinking about lately. have you watched the film ginger and rosa? i haven't but i want to. these girls are about 15 in the 1960s and they have important things to protest and talk about and i guess we do too but it seems like the time to be revolutionary like people once were has passed now. i love your poem, you're a great writer. :-)

    1. Thanks! I've never seen the film but now I want to.


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