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Poem Details | by
Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories:
abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
Poem Details | by
Neldy Jolo |
Categories:
dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary
People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists
Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay
People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste
When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore
Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday
Poem Details | by
Brian Strand |
Categories:
death, history, political
Each shoe,
a life He knew,
buds of His olive tree-
next time perhaps,it could be you..
or me !
Inspired by Abe's photos
Poem Details | by
Brian Strand |
Categories:
angst, political, social
Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend,my friend,it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell.
Poem Details | by
Lyn Church |
Categories:
america, anger, bullying, death, life, philosophy, political,
Society's dead
Digression came with costs
We are digging graves
M. Lyn Church
August 2, 2013
Poem Details | by
Jesse Kaler |
Categories:
death, life, political, religion,
I see glory
coming from freedom
and coming from God.
life is just our first stage,
death is when we truely live.
in the arms of God
life truely begins.
Poem Details | by
James Fraser |
Categories:
angst, death, faith, history, hope, life, loss, peace, people, places, political, war
Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant
Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last
In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season
We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be
We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore
Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions
Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
Poem Details | by
W.A. CHOLT |
Categories:
culture, death, political, war,
Outside
The streets are thronged with people
Chanting empty slogans
Mindless minions
Dancing to a globalist agenda...
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
Poem Details | by
Brenda Victoria Northeast |
Categories:
death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
Cry
The world watches on
In fear
My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
In fear
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
Poem Details | by
sharmin begum |
Categories:
death, depression, faith, life, people, political, war
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
ITS SOFT AWAKENING
I LISTEN NOW
DELEUDED SHRIEKS FROM THE PIERCING LIGHT
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE WINDS
IT’S CHIMES TINKLES WITH THE MORNING DEW
I LISTEN NOW
HOWLS OF PAIN TEAR AT MY SKIN
I FELT ONCE THE GLORY OF THE SUN
BATHING PEACEFULLY IN ITS WARMTH
I FEEL NOW
INESCAPABLE FIRE THAT TORTURES MY SOUL
I FELT ONCE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
FEELING ALIVE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH
Poem Details | by
George Christos |
Categories:
anger, death, evil, history, pain, political, scary,
The world is turning upside down
Covid 19 is all around
Numbers are growing without bound
Protests, killing, riots
and lots of bloody fights
The world is turning upside down
Most of the world leaders are just clowns
The best in the world pound for pound
For telling lots of lies
While the world just cries
The world is turning upside down
Who the hell is the fkn crown?
And why is she wearing such a fancy gown?
Statues are tumbling
As the crowd is are a'rumbling
The world is turning upside down
2020 will go down with a frown
Never in history to be found
Lots of people will die
No matter how much they cry
Poem Details | by
Paul Callus |
Categories:
grief, political,
Mollie
Politicized
In an attempt to gain
Advantage by high-jacking grief *
A glaring betrayal of compassion
Cheap predation on emotions
Let justice take its course
And rest in peace
Mollie
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[* a quote from Chris Cuomo]
Contest: Rictameter Me
Sponsor: White Wolf
© 26th August 2018
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
america, betrayal, corruption, death, funeral, leadership, political,
The late Senator John McCain will Lie In State
President Donald Trump will lie everywhere else
Poem Details | by
David Smith |
Categories:
addiction, analogy, assonance, bereavement, betrayal, blue, hope,
Why are we sanitising gambling,
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.
Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.
Poem Details | by
Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
angst, black african american, confusion, death, depression, devotion, fear, history, life, loss, political, sorry, war,
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
Poem Details | by
RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories:
death, environment, evil, life, nonsense, political, pollution,
I sit on my chair and travel the world
I turn off my TV
And cry
Poem Details | by
Heeju Kim |
Categories:
death, history, patriotic, poetry, political, sad, usa, violence, war,
John F. Kennedy
1917-1963
The great 35th president of US
It wasn't really a success
He tried to stop the missile bases
There were lot of angry faces
When there was about to be a war
Peace was what he asked for
Texas was the place he was shot
Later, the criminal was caught
He didn't survive the pain
His people cried like the rain
Poem Details | by
Trent Turney |
Categories:
conflict, death, hurt, political, rainforest, war,
Through the warm jungle you can hear every cry.
Crackling gunfire trickles in the echoes;
Why this place fell and crumbled, no one knows why.
There they all fall in place like a domino.
Welcome to the jungle, filled with death and ill.
A jungle of fear, a few dare to challenge.
A smoke, a radio, anything to kill;
At times, there were fires that went unchallenged.
The smell of sulfur roams through this jungle air.
A surplus supply of shell rounds in the jeep.
Bugs, trash, dirty clothes, all I see everywhere.
The monumental hill is too big and steep.
Men were lost, but never forgotten prayers.
Some make it home; some make there way up the stairs.
Poem Details | by
Patricia L Graham |
Categories:
abuse, community, death, discrimination, murder, political, social,
Racism kills
Outlaw racism
Racism deprives
Outlaw racism
Racism deceives
Outlaw racism
Racism steals
Outlaw racism
Racism manipulates
Outlaw racism
Racism distorts
Outlaw racism
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
Outlaw racism
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Poem Details | by
Blake Holland |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, allusion, anger, anxiety, assonance, courage, crush, cry, death, deep, depression, desire, destiny, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, hate, health, heartbreak, heaven, how i feel, humanity, hurt, imagination, innocence, inspirational, lonely, music, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, political, poverty, power, prison, psychological, rap, rights, truth, usa, visionary, wisdom, youth,
The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.
Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.
I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.
Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.
Poet till I die.
Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
allah, angel, angst, courage, dream, education, faith, fantasy, fear, funny, god, heaven, history, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miracle, mystery, nostalgia, on work and working, parody, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Poem Details | by
Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories:
community, friendship, political, power, social, sympathy, world,
Oneness is silent,
Sweet and with sent,
And unity never ultimately shouts,
But in coalition mounts.
Unity can be found in a group or just the two of you,
In a community's graffiti artists with a rue,
In a school’s parents circle demanding more childcare,
Or in a company’s union who about pay care.
Oneness can be defined by stating,
That you are another person dating,
Romantically, politically or just socially,
By fashion, voice or class, or economically.
All people are one,
And one matters to everyone,
And we have unity with others,
When we come along side our brothers.
Poem Details | by
Jasmine K |
Categories:
class, death, hindi, political, poverty, power, society,
The faded shacks stretch 'neath the stained grey sky,
As stagnant urine and disease creep in.
Hunched at the pyramid's tight base we lie;
Looked down upon by our superiors.
In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die;
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste!
Our tummies are filled with what can’t be sold,
Our hopes and dreams just playful fantasies.
Drained from its soothing warmth, the Earth feels cold.
Where, I ask you are the democracies
That stop worthless things like me getting sold?
We’re all just pawns, broken by society.
Unlike the wealthy, we’re easy to find;
We are the untouchables of mankind.
4/3/2015
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
allah, angel, angst, confusion, courage, dream, faith, god, happiness, heaven, history, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, metaphor, miracle, parody, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, uplifting, write,
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.