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Poem Details | by VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER |
Categories: betrayal, conflict, death, dream,

HUMAN RACE

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST IS AT HAND.  THE HUMAN RACE.  DO UNDERSTAND.
Someone's  CHEATING. Someone's  LOSING.
Someone's BREATHING.  Someone's WHEEZING.
Someone's GROWING. Someone's  KNOWING.
Someone's EATING. Someone's  SLEEPING.

Cops are SHOOTING. Few are LOOTING.
Someone's CHASING. Someone's RACING.
Someone's SELLING. Someone's  YELLING.
Someone's DREAMING. Someone's  SCHEMING.
Someone's. FIGHTING. Someone's  SCREAMING.

Someone's DYING. Someone's  DYING. DYING
DYING, DYING.
SOMEONE'S  CRYING.
SOMEONE'S  LIFELESS
SOMEONE'S  GRIEVING.
SOMEONE'S  DEAD.


Poem Details | by Syed Imon Rizvi |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, discrimination, emotions, eulogy, freedom, grief, race, racism,

Martin Luther King Junior

Martin Luther King, Jr.

When innocent dies,
Whole universe cries,
Even of dear earth,
We can hear, outcries,
But selfish human being,
Never even sighs.


All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com

Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: abuse, corruption, death, race, racism, tree, youth,

Once A Poplar

Passive and watching, 
caught up in the crowd,
with chanting and torches,
all screaming so loud.

The wailing of women,
a pouting young child,
a rope o’er my shoulder,
eyes murderous and wild.

Hooded the ghouls,
in pristine white cloth.
Battered the young man,
in bloody red froth.

All this commotion
is horror and fright
The rope on my shoulder...
they’re drawing it tight.

Gasping and choking
and kicking of feet,
hollers and cheering,
the act is complete.

Oh, how did this happen?
It wasn’t to be.
I once was a poplar;
now the lynching tree.

06/13/15

Poem Details | by Brad Nicolas |
Categories: death, love, morning, poetry, race, racism,

Blood On The Leaves

Blood on the Leaves

It makes me sad
To think, then mad
To be associated with them,
only by color.
You play us like they judged that man.
The blood on the leaves;
Warm and full of life.
Don’t put that on me, Ricky Bobby.

We lost someone today.
Sad is all this is,
Pushing us 100 years in the past.
I can’t imagine that town’s shame.


Poem Details | by mourning mist |
Categories: death, health, introspection, philosophy, slam,

Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.

Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: age, birth, child, childhood, death, my child, youth,

Rat Race

O squalling baby fat and red,
Laying on your nursery bed,
Clamber down onto the floor,
Crawl or toddle out the door.
Go to school. Graduate.
Take another for your mate.
Get a job and buy a home,
Raise a family of your own.
Save your money to retire,
Watch your grandkids and admire.
Now you're old and life is done,
Did you have a little fun?
O squalling baby fat and red,
You've just been born, and now... 
You're dead.

Poem Details | by Zahab menorah Etopobong |
Categories: africa, death, discrimination, race, racism,

South Africa 1985

I saw millions of roses
As I passed by the countryside	
All dead and laid before my eyes
Side by side.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: angst, depression, drug, grief, little sister, lost, metaphor, my children, race, rap, world war ii,

The fitness

Jumping the jam,

I am peter pan,

doing a man,

don't know his name at this dam.


Down-stream is a clam,

up is a nap-

I creak when I walk,

never stop for talk,

just smoke a lot,

and hope for a magical robot,
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf.


Reading a lot,

speeding at the shop,

rotating at the main evacuation,

suffocating during masterb#***$!

Stoning without stoners to bank it,

waiting for sin to just spank it!

I read the riddles,
and rape the shingles-

right off red roofs,
of old men sitting in bagels.

I retort the regime,

I run from the scene,

I do all the same drugs,

I hate all the same thugs.

 

					

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: absence, angst, art, creation, emotions, grave, history, imagination, immigration, inspiration, mystery, mythology, nostalgia, race, religious, society, spiritual,

CIL MAOLCHEADAIR

    CIL MAOLCHEADAIR   (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;

she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;

and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;

and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
       ©  ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Brandlynn Young |
Categories: death, introspection, loss, lost love, places, sad, sea, race,

Yonder Setting Sun

I have taken my final arrow,
My race has now been run
I’ll depart from here and go in peace
Into yonder setting sun

I will climb aboard the ship of death 
And cross the chilling tide
I will go to yonder setting sun
As on this ship I will ride

I will not fear what lies ahead,
Or what I cannot tell
I’ll stand upon the bough and wave
To this life farewell

I will now close my eyes in death,
Weary from the race I’ve run
As upon the bough of death’s ship I will ride
To yonder setting sun


Poem Details | by Aarya Roy |
Categories: childhood, depression, grief, growing up, imagination, life, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, sad, satire, sorrow, teen, time,

The Rat Race

As a child, I had much to do
Crushed it, when I tried to grew
Participant of the Rat Race, I am
Suddenly everything was scattered away

Now when I try to think of you
And calculate what went wrong
Where was my mind that day?
Why everything went so wrong?

After endless struggle, when I dream
Those equations , cry and scream
My demand curve went wrong way
And that was the end of everything 

The sweet little Tom & Jerry
still playing with no worries
Then my mind cries and says
those days are so far away

Every-time when I think of it
I think as I'm a liar and cheat
After this endless bargaining 
Life ends here.... Screaming

Poem Details | by Penn Kname |
Categories: death, depressiondeath, pain, death, race,

Back From The Dead

As I sew up my heart
It starts..
The crises of love scorned 
Its torn..
The scars on my slain wrists..
The bruises on my broken fist..
The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck..
I race with death only to lose by an inch..
The harder I train..
The more in vein..
The lonely pain that sleeps with fish
I wish
I wish..
The more I cry in kindness she will die
The depth of bloodless sighs
I feel closer to the sky
I guess that's the same
As every pain 
I'm no different but all the same..
The race against my finish line of cocaine
I will win the race and cross the tape 
That death holds for my place
....

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, death, endurance, farewell, pain, race, war,

Heaven's Gate

I don't really know if I'm amazed Or is this really the way it's to be We're behaving worse than ever before Since we came down from the trees One doesn't have to look yonder For mayhem seems to abound Maybe it's time to stay indoors To await the coming whislting sounds As we humans berate these whistles Apologies, but time doesn't wait Lets appreciate our inevitable For we won't be at Heaven's Gate. <*>

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: death, introspection,

Race with the Light

abstract images fracture her brain shards of a life review kaleidoscope dodge the pain they carry concentrate on present memories weave waves relentlessly raging “against the dying of the light” ends in time today, race with the light overpowering faith pulsates stimulates energy pours through veins her final resolve welcome every shining day
*Entry for Brian's 1-14 Max contest

Poem Details | by Sallam Yassin |
Categories: cry, death, earth, life, world,

Insanity the race for the loss

Permanently nuclear heads
psychosis; sightless
Heads
Plant of the haters
Insanity this race
We; any race
Commonly we repatriate
The rays of the sun
For what
Radiation
Ruining our earth
Reproduction of what
The death
and the death
The winner who
only dust
A weapon of no winner

No buds
Only! only ash!
Of Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Who is Replaying that?
Kids with heads; 
Nuclear
Who are playing
deadly game of men!

Poem Details | by Amar Agarwala |
Categories: death, irony, life,

THE RACE

With time I had a life long race
But it was far too quick for me,
I tried my best to match its steps
Because it trailed my destiny.

When I fathomed my time was up
I had to stop this maddening race,
The best in life was left behind
Squandered away without a trace.

The race had purged my final breath
And with it went my life-long song,
My dreams and hopes all put away
With me sealed in a box oblong.

When dusk upon my bier lay
The heavens paused that I could be,
Given some time to catch my breath
Could there be greater irony?
      ***********

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, imagination, life,

To the HUMAN RACE

       YOU have put up a GOOD resistance You have overcome LIFE's struggle
       ARE  you ready for PEOPLE to see You, Into darkness into DEATH snuggle


                 Author's note : Read Capitalized words  Down and to the right

Poem Details | by Melissa Ross |
Categories: death, life, peace, time,

Eternal Race

These words are some which one might leaven,
Feelings inside will one day swell,
Becoming one with that which we call heaven,
Or damning oneself to eternal hell.

Love is something one must bleed,
The path is broad though never straight,
Hopefully one has a certain creed,
For one to capture one’s own fate.

One must shine their soul vastly bright,
For the clock has signaled of the time to retire,
Surely one wants to open eyes to light,
Rather than feel skin scorched with interminable fire.

Now realize, it has come the time,
For one to dazzle more vividly than the sun,
In the distance those bells will chime,
For the race has come to an end, and thou has won.

Poem Details | by Stewart Watkins |
Categories: america, anger, black african american, cry, death, prejudice, race,

FORGIVEN

Why should I
by and by
Give in to a little 'White Lie?'

400 years and counting
Now deception, destruction and death surmounting 

From whips and chains
to covert stress and strain

Make believe or pretend
this macabre never seems to end

Like water flowing  from a chute
precious black blood in city streets but no one
gives a hoot

Why should I 
by and by
Give in to a little 'White Lie?'

Why?  I say!  Should I?
by and by
Give in to a little 'White lie?'

Poem Details | by Anita Wilson |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, black african american, black love, freedom, race, racism,

Give Me Death

Woolly my hair is
Intimidating to some in its natural frizz
Why do we judge by the color of our skin
Isn’t judgement and hate a sin
The impurity of capital vices
Have us in an inhumane crisis
I ponder and put on some blues
In a matrix-I know what pill to choose
Luxuries will not be the death of me
Give me death if I can’t have liberty
We need to speak the truth
Sojourner been doing it since her youth
Evil is all around us
We must seek our own justice
Demonstrate kindness and optimism
While obliterating racism

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: color, hate, murder, prejudice, race, racism, society,

''I Can't Breathe'': In Memory of George Floyd

“I can't breathe!” he cries,
over and over again.  
No use. Dead. By knee!

Poem Details | by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories: death,

Once Race Is Already Naturally Over

M-aker
A-llows
Y-our
B-reath's
E-nd
L-etting
L-ife

S-top
O-nce
R-ace
I-s
A-lready
N-aturally
O-ver

Topic: Death of Maybell Soriano (February 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Poem Details | by Ojingiri Hannah |
Categories: death, grave, race, vanity,

Now Or Later

What's the difference between now or later?
When we will all receive the gift of death we can't refuse
Death greets every nation
Both Black and White

Whether you left at ninety or fifteen
All your memories on earth would be forgotten 
Songs of funeral and proclamation of love 
Only last a moment

Dreams and wishes will fade like smokes from quenched fire
And an empty vessel feeling relieve from obsessive ties to life in grave
No matter how much you strive for a better life
You will die 

The time may be different 
But your time will never miss you

Poem Details | by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories: death,

As Race Is Nicely Over

M-essage
A-bout
R-esurrection
I-s
A-uthored
N-otably
O-ffering

E-ver
C-omplete
L-ife
A-s
R-ace
I-s
N-icely
O-ver

Topic: Death of Mariano E. Eclarino (November 07,2019) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic