Poems about America and being American
#America
Poems about America and American culture, history, politics and lifestyle. Also poems about places, states and cities within America, and poetry about American poets and famous American people.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 1:29am
4th Mar 2025 1:29am
america, dorothy parker would have cried
I love rhapsody in blue
singing in the rain
an american in paris
oh, what’s happened to you
singing in the rain
an american in paris
oh, what’s happened to you
#America
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7 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 00:22am
23rd Feb 2025 00:22am
yee hah! the old bloke in the pub said
the only reason you voted
for an authoritarian
despite all your cries of freedom!
is that y’all want to be led
for an authoritarian
despite all your cries of freedom!
is that y’all want to be led
#America
#corruption
#politics
52 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
American Churches
A pastor Jim Schulz resides there.
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
#America
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
93 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:47am
9th Feb 2025 4:47am
Vale America
I asked God if the American empire was murdered by an enemy.
He said, without a single tear in his all seeing eyes.
" America died by suicide not murder."
No further explanation was required.
He said, without a single tear in his all seeing eyes.
" America died by suicide not murder."
No further explanation was required.
#America
#suicide
63 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 12:24pm
4th Jan 2025 12:24pm
Possibly a town near you
#America
#city
#funny
#orgasm
#sex
116 reads
12 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
66 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 00:17am
13th Nov 2024 00:17am
Big Mac
seems the old bloke in the café
didn’t die, he simply went to McDonald’s,
I don’t know why, but he was far too
embarrassed to come back ..
didn’t die, he simply went to McDonald’s,
I don’t know why, but he was far too
embarrassed to come back ..
#America
#despair
77 reads
1 Comment
xthan
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 2:30am
9th Nov 2024 2:30am
This morning
I read a
poem about
nails tapping
into coffins
and I think
about how
many of my
siblings
hear the
same nails
tapping in
their lives
across a
pond
right
now.
poem about
nails tapping
into coffins
and I think
about how
many of my
siblings
hear the
same nails
tapping in
their lives
across a
pond
right
now.
#America
#LGBT
#minimalist #transgender
#minimalist #transgender
215 reads
3 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 00:58am
6th Nov 2024 00:58am
A Corporation's Election
As Ms. America lies in wait
To see who'll make her great
The stakes remain very high
Some will smile; some will sigh
Some will cry; some will rejoice
Some may lose free will of choice
Will their voice lift up and sing
Or will they feel the bumble bee's sting
We're all in the ring of the U.S. of A
Fighting each other like this is M.M.A.
Outcome'll convey the state of the union
And the flag'll still sway in this Corporation
To see who'll make her great
The stakes remain very high
Some will smile; some will sigh
Some will cry; some will rejoice
Some may lose free will of choice
Will their voice lift up and sing
Or will they feel the bumble bee's sting
We're all in the ring of the U.S. of A
Fighting each other like this is M.M.A.
Outcome'll convey the state of the union
And the flag'll still sway in this Corporation
#America
121 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
4th Nov 2024 11:24pm
When a Woman Hopes
When a Woman Hopes
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
Tresses dark as prairie loess
with glint of sun diamond
peeking through her smile
Of hope on dust bowl days
When the blues are her sky
But rays of love glow in her heart
On the eve of a horizon clouded
But filled with yonder traces
Of a future-light from her maw maw’s dream
On evenings that wrap around her shoulders
With grandma’s Afghan
Woven in the crisscross of wheat tassels
For the breadbasket of her heart
#America
#dreams
#feminism
#hope
#women
95 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 00:33am
9th Oct 2024 00:33am
Nice
I thought he was nice.
Oh, that word.
But, yeah, it seemed to fit.
At first, I thought he was just lazy. A slacker.
He, along with my friend's nephew, were supposed to show up at 10 AM to help me move. The nephew called at 10:30.
"Uh, J is still sleeping. He doesn't like getting up early. I'll keep trying him."
11:45 AM: "He's awake! We should be there by 12:30."
12:30 PM: "J is moving kind of slow. But we'll be there by 1:00."
This was a 26-year-old man, not a 17-year-old...
Oh, that word.
But, yeah, it seemed to fit.
At first, I thought he was just lazy. A slacker.
He, along with my friend's nephew, were supposed to show up at 10 AM to help me move. The nephew called at 10:30.
"Uh, J is still sleeping. He doesn't like getting up early. I'll keep trying him."
11:45 AM: "He's awake! We should be there by 12:30."
12:30 PM: "J is moving kind of slow. But we'll be there by 1:00."
This was a 26-year-old man, not a 17-year-old...
#America
#GunControl
122 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 00:05am
9th Oct 2024 00:05am
Citizens of the Pipeline Empire
Diddy going to jail is like rewarding him for his alleged crime
It’s just giving him unlimited access to confined behind,
“Now instead of licking pink waterfalls
He will be licking dick and balls,
“Now he is running hard like a mangy dog in a shelter’s backyard
Thinking he’s free until that choking chain cut off his bark,
“That is how many of us live our everyday life
Dining on danger and dancing on the edge of the nuclear knife,
“Being only one terrorist act away from the eternal black
Now you slave...
It’s just giving him unlimited access to confined behind,
“Now instead of licking pink waterfalls
He will be licking dick and balls,
“Now he is running hard like a mangy dog in a shelter’s backyard
Thinking he’s free until that choking chain cut off his bark,
“That is how many of us live our everyday life
Dining on danger and dancing on the edge of the nuclear knife,
“Being only one terrorist act away from the eternal black
Now you slave...
#America
#politics
#responsibility
168 reads
6 Comments
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