Amos Greig

(05/04/1973 / Belfast)

The Lost Boy's


Urban concrete jungle
In the twilight hours
This is where the lost boys are.

Kaleidoscope eyes,
Discordant vowels
These are the marks the lost boys make.

Electronic beats,
Songs of angst
These are the sounds the lost boys need.

Sad panda eyes,
Downward faces
The war paint of the lost boys.

Drum boogie,
Anti fashion,
This is what the lost boys wear.

Rejected by society,
Reminders of youth since lost
This is who the lost boys are.

Two o'clock shadows
Artificial mist provides cover
As the lost boys slip home.

On the dance floor,
By the bar
This is where the lost boys are.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Dedicated to everyone who is a member of a subculture and is proud of it.

Comments about this poem (The Lost Boy's by Amos Greig )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. SATAN'S HORDE, Tom Zart
  2. To Think It Fine And Dandy, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  3. More Treasured Moments, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  4. Who Am I?, Liilia Talts Morrison
  5. That 'Is' A Nice Car, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  6. Bled For Less, A.j. Binash
  7. Progress of the gospel, Alex Adeoye
  8. Death is Way Overrated, Francie Lynch
  9. Pollywog Tom Ridge, Richard Thripp
  10. What I Hold Of Long Ago, Lilly Emery

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Herrick

Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]