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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:28am
13th Apr 2025 6:28am
Chinatown Blues
Chinatown Blues
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
#America
#Buddhist
#city #nostalgia
#city #nostalgia
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 6:59pm
10th Apr 2025 6:59pm
Caution Light Red
Caution Light Red
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of...
#America
#dystopian
#freedom
#rebellion
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 7:33am
7th Apr 2025 7:33am
Autumn in America
Autumn in America
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
#America
#apocalypse
#city
#poverty
#religion
47 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 5:55pm
31st Mar 2025 5:55pm
Life Support or Do I Need to File for Medicaid for this Shit
I’m sick and tired of motherfuckas in my face
Society’s bullshit is like everyday living a case,
“Served my country honorably, but it seems it’s not enough
Denied progress at every turn-so tell me what the fuck,
“The founding forefathers, what the fuck are they really good for
Every citizen in some kind of way is treated like a whore,
“Laws, the constitution and polices are constantly chopped and screwed
And if a motherfucka invoke their freedom of speech, they are considered rude,
“Because whomever is president the...
Society’s bullshit is like everyday living a case,
“Served my country honorably, but it seems it’s not enough
Denied progress at every turn-so tell me what the fuck,
“The founding forefathers, what the fuck are they really good for
Every citizen in some kind of way is treated like a whore,
“Laws, the constitution and polices are constantly chopped and screwed
And if a motherfucka invoke their freedom of speech, they are considered rude,
“Because whomever is president the...
#America
90 reads
7 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
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Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 1:16am
29th Mar 2025 1:16am
america’s changed
thomas paine’s rights of man
on the bus says
what the f*ck are you reading that for ..
on the bus says
what the f*ck are you reading that for ..
#America
74 reads
8 Comments
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
87 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
154 reads
4 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
130 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
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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
95 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
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