Jennifer ParksNolan as LeJenD'Poet

Rookie (2/19/1976 / Grapevine, TX)

The Lost Generation - Poem by Jennifer ParksNolan as LeJenD'Poet

We were the dreamers,
the wishers, the thinkers;
freaks, outcasts, weirdoes-
Barbie Dolls, taken out and played with
only to be left lying broken in the dirt.
We were flowers painted on the wall;
seen, but never truly appreciated.

We were secretly diamonds in the rough;
unable to shine through our charcoal exteriors-
wild animals you never bothered to tame.
Future slackers, druggies, jailbirds, head cases;
destined from the start to get screwed in the end.

Now, our dreams are shattered;
panes broken beyond repair.
Our wishes have fizzled out-
stale life all that remains.
Our thinking caps become threadbare
and our thoughts escape on the wind.
Still, we are freaks, outcasts, weirdoes.

We have become disenchanted with our lives,
disillusioned with the world at large,
broken down by our pain and strife.
Yes, we are the products of our environment;
crops left in the fields to fallow.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Lost Generation by Jennifer ParksNolan as LeJenD'Poet

There is no comment submitted by members..

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?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

[Report Error]