Looking outside
To find ways its hard
to explain what I’m reminiscing
it’s nostalgic
staring in backyards
To nights in groups we played
manhunt or freedom
A childhood so fun
I am glad I competed
In the games with friends we needed
We grow up too quickly
in the life game
A childhood to grip
a fantasy to stay
Young forever
never to age
As kids we connected together
Forever to remember
member by member
To make amazing memories in numbers
To football in the streets
but without cleats
Two hand touch
was such a rush
Today though it’s not the same
Technology takes from the youth
Robbing memories from their brain
Active childhoods seem gone
POOF
kids are aloof
No more late nights or
laughs on the porch
No more real connections
Human interaction torched
Poetry
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This poem took me back to my childhood playing manhunt and kick the can in the wooded darkness of my back yards during those times. I remember climbing up a maple tree to an excessive height with my best friend just a notch higher. It makes me want to reminisce and also gives me the impulse to initiate the idea of playing in the group chat on my phone I have with my high school friends.
I would naturally be forced to engage with technology but in the name of making plans, so it’s okay right? I’ll tell you, however, why I won’t be suggesting this idea and it’s for the very reason you highlighted in your poem. I would propose this idea, and the conversation would go dormant for 6 days straight. But then a video of adorable little something revives the chat and proves that some occupy an exorbitant amount of time with things on the Internet that have minimal impact on society.
Nice work, it resonated nicely and made me want to inspire change!
thank you so much, really. To see it could inspire change was my direction. Makes you think about how people and times are changing because I know I definitely see it. It sucks