Night brightened by neon skies,
Sun setting under clouds,
Teens running wild,
In the lively,
City.
Intoxicated fantasies are fulfilled,
with bodies joining together,
helped by hard liquor,
poor judgements,
And drugs.
These nights of illegal pleasures,
Are the nights remembered,
And are cherished as,
The teenage
Dream.
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Author:
PoeticBiscuit (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’m honestly not sure where this one came from, it sorta just happened? Hope you enjoy.
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Great write and great form - wherever it came from I hope there are more there just like it .
A needed message in these three well-crafted stanzas - - good read.
We were all teenagers once and recall the spirit of early adult pleasure in our veins. Times change, Years tell, but memories are beauties.
Those verses point one way
What a wau to go?
Very enjoyable
Thanks
Me!
Very good form. Great write. I don't know about the liquor and drugs but I do remember intoxicating fantasies fulfilled and poor judgement! LOL I hope you've got some more of these writes left in you.......Christina
Good write, my teenage dreams are a very long time ago.
You have crafted an aesthetically pleasing poem here and one which I certainly relate to, having once been there, done that and worn several of the T shirts out...
The only difference today though is the range of drugs and alcohol are much broader, stronger and readily available...
A great little post in my opinion...
Neville
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