A mask, what a task
The government has asked,
Others have kicked ass,
While my granny waits for mass
Tic, tock, tic, tock
No not the app you Gen Z ,
The time that we wait upon to be set free,
Wallet, keys, sanitiser, gloves
Don’t forget the mask my love,
We have one task,
So all I’ll ask is to,
Please wear a mask.
Why does life treat me like this?
All the expectations and my need to exist.
I need a new beginning away from this old town.
Right now my life is burning down.
I want to write my own story
and not have it written for me.
There’s affects to covid that nobody explains.
But the loneliness I feel rushing through my veins.
That’s the one that hurts the most.
Can it just be over
They say it’s our best years,
But all I feel is tears,
Not being able to see my friends,
Ya that’s really pushing me to my wit’s end,
Pass your exams that determine the rest of your life,
When you’re not even in school,
Ya Taoiseach that’s really cool.
Putting pressure on students over something they can’t control,
Definitely living our best lives.
Next to you I was protected, like a bird from the rain
Next to you I was safe and never in pain
You took me where fireworks are constant
But today you imply that I’m not important
The feeling, it came from within
Now I sit and wonder why did we ever begin
A boy who wears a dress
He’s told he’s gay
And that his masculinity is less
He runs afraid,
The judgement, the hate
It’s too much for a boy
He only wants to inspire and impress
Maybe one day a boy will wear a dress
And not run afraid
His masculinity intact
2020, a year of bad deeds,
Firstly bushfires, and then a deadly disease,
That was thought to be gone by 2021,
But it’s still here and a lot of us are gone,
So much pressure, waiting for a cure,
We have some time, but we need a lot more,
Today we all sit inside waiting to be let out,
All we can do is stay calm, and not scream or shout
“Boys will be Boys”
I stare at the page, but don’t read the words
I don’t feel like trying or have a place in this world
I’m told to smile more and sit up straight
But what is there to smile about when I never feel safe
“Boys will be boys” I’m sick of hearing it
I wish I had an excuse like that but there isn’t for women
Teenage Mental Health
They say school is the best
Forgetting about the stress
And anxiety and depression
And the aggression of obsession
Of wanting to live a perfect life
Which puts you in strife
And you feel lonely
But you try to think it’s not only
You who’s feeling this way
Who wants it all to go away
Life of a Teenager
Coca Cola becomes coke
Lollipops turn into cigarettes
Race issues were about who ran the fastest
School days are long
Questioning do we belong?
She’s popular and he’s a nobody
Clever isn’t cool
Being controlled, being used
So much pressure from the past,
Too much stress from the future.
Drip Drip Drip
Drip drip drip drop, to your heart’s content.
Drips of red, drips of crimson into your cup.
Drink up, drink up to your heart’s content.
Draining out, plop plop plip, out comes your heart’s content.
Drill a hole, fill up a barrel, look at all your heart’s content.
Drink up, drink up to your heart’s content.
Don’t worry, Don’t worry I’m not in a hurry.
Sit back, relax, enjoy this to your heart’s content.
Drained and emptied is your heart’s content.
Time for me to enjoy your heart’s content
A World not Made for You
“Can I walk home alone?” said a young girl to her mother
She replied “I’m sorry sweetheart, not at night and not without your brother”
You shouldn’t have to feel so scared in a world not made for you
Surrounded by these men who really do not have a clue.
Everyone has an opinion but please don’t say a word
Don’t share your thoughts about the names that you have never heard
No one is keen,
About Covid 19.
People are crying,
People are dying.
Stay at home,
And do not roam.
Let’s go the right way.
For the Soul
They say stress isn’t good for the soul
But it’ll be grand after a stroll
They have no idea what their talking about though
Think they know best but it’s a load of bull
So we sit and stare at books and screens
To determine our life at just 15.
COVID-19 started when I was just 15,
Now at home alone nothing to do
Waiting and wondering when I can leave,
I miss my friends and the good times we had,
Only realising now how much I want that time to last.
People are dying, people are crying
The world is bleeding and people aren’t hearing
Corona is changing the world that we know
So please please please stay in doors
Coronavirus is mean
Dirty unpleasant and unclean
Taking everybody by suprise
The death tole is on the rise
Virus here Virus there
With nothing to do and nowhere to go
This lockdown goes so slow
Coranavirus is mean
Dirty unpleasant and unclean
Hopefully it will go away
But its longer it stays.
Should be going out to discos
Sneaking out at midnight
Meeting up with friends.
But living in the country
Not a soul all around me
Friends to far to turn to
Can be lonely as hell
Eyes like daggers that cut deep,
Skin so soft everyone around her will weep,
Hair so soft, soft silk is envious,
To everyone it should seem obvious,
Beauty so beyond this world it hurts,
I’m designed to be her, like hertz,
Only thing that can hold her back,
Is her own mind as all fades to black.
Every day we wake up and follow the “routine” that school has set us.
We spend 2 hours on a bus to travel to and from the prison of education
travel down the path to have to wait a half an hour for the torture to begin.
We heard into the halls the second the bell rings to either go or away from class.
To get away from any thoughts of gong back into the classroom
We sit on the bench and reminisce about before we had to wear masks.
We go outside to feel the air on our face a different kind of air than in the school.
its air that is free and air that we can laugh and have fun in.
But then that feeling hits you, the feeling you get when the hustle and bustle starts again in the halls, When the 5 minute warning bell goes off to remind us that our freedom is nearly over.
That bell is the damper of all moods unless it’s the bell to go home.
A Man’s World
They say its a man’s world,
But what is a man’s world?
A world where grown men will treat you like a kid until they want you in bed,
A world where you get called a slut while they force you to go to bed
A world where when you tell your truth you get told “well that’s not what he said”,
A world where a 12 year old girl is forced to be wed.
A mans world is a world designed for men,
Its a world where women and girls can’t leave the house alone without the fear of ending up dead.
They call us the most advanced generation,
But it feels like a mass degeneration.
Too much pressure to fit into society’s normalities
That we become sabotaged, sacked and scarred society finalities.
We shout about how we’re stressed,
But then become more oppressed.
They tell us “go out and walk”
But really we just need to talk.
At times, we feel like giving up,
Too many times we’re told to shut the ____ up”
It isn’t fair,
I don’t care,
I haven’t washed my hair,
There’s not much more that I can bare.
Enough is enough,
These times are tough,
I’ll be honest, I’m feeling rough.
I can no longer deal with this stuff.
Sit down and end a life.
In the distance, I see every cow
And I see my father plough
The birds are singing, flowers are blooming
A new season is looming
And I think to myself that a farm
Has a certain charm.
Poems can be hard to write,
To some the challenge may excite.
But for me it’s exactly that,
As I scream at the paper like a screeching cat.
As I google what words rhyme with every word,
But its one thing that never occurred.
I that maybe it’s just not for me,
And with that I think we can all agree.
The cows go in for winter
Water fodder shelter
Protect each other
From the bitter winter glare
But low winter sun brightens our day
For the summer to come
We look forward
He treats people with kindness
He creates a safe space for me a big fan
He fills us with happiness
Deservedly famous is this man
It’s more than the music
He has no time for drama or fuss
In a world that can be so toxic
Harry Styles is there for us
Football, it takes the life out of you. One day you love it, one day you hate it.
The best thing to watch in your spare time, until the ball is in your own net.
Devastated, the cup is theirs, suddenly you have lost your bet.
We go again, let’s go for the next one, our squad is capable,
But as the years pass by, there are no trophies on the table.
But our players are flashy, they cause other teams to blur,
Yet we have won nothing, its Tottenham Hotspur
Make up done, tan on
White socks, short skirt
Tunes blaring, friends gone
Wanting chips, feet hurt
Lashes off, freezing cold
Fathers here, ‘have you been bold’
An American rapper from Chicago, Illinois
His real name, Jarad Anthony Higgins
His biggest song is Lucid Dreams
He wrote it in just 15 minutes
He had so much talent
Unfortunately, he died young
At 21 more specifically
RIP Juice, we’re always thinking of you
A Young Lady
There was a young lady from Birr
Who loved to go out wearing fur
Enraged and offended,
The vegans descended
The catastrophe caused quite a stir.
Cheese, cheese and all the other necessities,
Needs and wants and wants and needs,
Get mixed up in this modern day society,
Everyone wanting the newest things,
Flashy cars and designer jeans,
When I’ll just settle for a slice of cheddar cheese.
As I walk into class,
And sit on my ass,
I sit in despair,
And hope for fresh air,
I ask for a walk,
But no, we have to talk,
about poetry because its all we do,
Oh God how i’d love to move,
We don’t like it,
Because we have to sit,
And write our poems,
In our makeshift domes,
The poems that we read,
Are boring we weep,
For a walk is better
I’m Alex and I like to fight,
I had an opponent who liked to bite,
I got in the ring,
She thought she was the king,
But an upper cut ended her night!
Ma Said So
School, why do we go?
I dunno because ma said so.
We come every week dragging our feet
Looking for friends we ve come to meet
Then the classes start
Why did we do? Another load of fart.
I didn’t understand a bit from end to start.
We re sent home bags full of books
Another history lesson on the worlds crooks
Why do I care truth is I dont
So why do I do it I really dont know
It’s probably because ma said so
Shooter Mcgavin got too cocky,
Beaten by a man who just wanted to play hockey.
Happy Gilmore made him look like a fool, shooter Mcgavin is a tool
I like harry styles
He is very nice
He has great hair
Ty is pointless
My future is now hopeless
Being unable to study
Unable to focus.