Poems About America by Top Critiquers
#America
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
107 reads
12 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
54 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 4:26pm
13th Oct 2020 4:26pm
Tragedy of the Commons
The essence of prosperity is property rights.
Reservations, more often than not
have neither property worth harvesting—
according to developers; or, property rights
to construct or expand their own livelihood
It's a 'Tragedy of the Commons'—
tribal land is communal, which means
owning a clear land title for your residence
especially if a trailor park or mill house
can be filled with legal obstacles
You can't build, or improve your home
if you can't use the land as collateral;
ergo, If everyone owns the...
Reservations, more often than not
have neither property worth harvesting—
according to developers; or, property rights
to construct or expand their own livelihood
It's a 'Tragedy of the Commons'—
tribal land is communal, which means
owning a clear land title for your residence
especially if a trailor park or mill house
can be filled with legal obstacles
You can't build, or improve your home
if you can't use the land as collateral;
ergo, If everyone owns the...
#corruption
#politics
#America
#inequality
#poverty
993 reads
26 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 9:53pm
6th Jul 2022 9:53pm
Ensconced
Let recollection lapse lazily aft
Into ruinous bone white driftwood heaps
Clogging the sea of Twenty Three and Me
With ancient piles of obsolete craft
Sown of raw emotion and what that reaps
When calendars course to futurity
And tacking into continuum squall
Takes everything that a human has got,
Rewarded only with sinking debris
Or a gunwale full of cankerous gall
Inking the Captain's log of caustic thought,
But as we sail from the past, we flee,
And hope to settle in some stable place
Where a level surface won't spill a drink ...
Into ruinous bone white driftwood heaps
Clogging the sea of Twenty Three and Me
With ancient piles of obsolete craft
Sown of raw emotion and what that reaps
When calendars course to futurity
And tacking into continuum squall
Takes everything that a human has got,
Rewarded only with sinking debris
Or a gunwale full of cankerous gall
Inking the Captain's log of caustic thought,
But as we sail from the past, we flee,
And hope to settle in some stable place
Where a level surface won't spill a drink ...
#America
#culture
#tradition
254 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 11:18am
6th Sep 2021 11:18am
Impressions of America
States
The land
Buffalo
Scrape art
No brushes
Freedom
Artists
Writers
Hope
Impressions
Power
Love
Blood
Be great again
Vaccine
Politics
Arguments
Remember
Despite it all
We are all one
America
Majestic
Parts and Labor
Grand ideals
Come...
The land
Buffalo
Scrape art
No brushes
Freedom
Artists
Writers
Hope
Impressions
Power
Love
Blood
Be great again
Vaccine
Politics
Arguments
Remember
Despite it all
We are all one
America
Majestic
Parts and Labor
Grand ideals
Come...
#love
#America
#TruthOfLife
#art
#philosophical
591 reads
20 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Sep 2021 9:00pm
20th Sep 2021 9:00pm
Venture a Highway
(For old souls always young at heart)
Not sure why there is nostalgia
For days long gone
and for some of us...never lived
Driving the open road
The wind
Freedom and endless possibilities ahead
Perhaps it’s the harmonies
Echoing from a timeless era
Taking us down some memory lane
Venture a highway
With open heart
Reminiscent of simpler but happier days
Maybe that’s why we’re sentimental
We long to get lost in innocence and youth
Like counting cars passing by
Or falling...
Not sure why there is nostalgia
For days long gone
and for some of us...never lived
Driving the open road
The wind
Freedom and endless possibilities ahead
Perhaps it’s the harmonies
Echoing from a timeless era
Taking us down some memory lane
Venture a highway
With open heart
Reminiscent of simpler but happier days
Maybe that’s why we’re sentimental
We long to get lost in innocence and youth
Like counting cars passing by
Or falling...
#America
#music
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
538 reads
9 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
118 reads
6 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
74 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 1:27am
1st Feb 2023 1:27am
Future Whispers To The Dawn Of The Past...
Body centered, inhaling, exhaling, Dragon Blood incense bellowing, purple candle burning
Eye closing, reversing, blackness churning
Elevated, cognitive lifted, I proudly breathe as a French Haitian Creole intellectual and with blessings, gifted
Devoid the temple of all negative strife, earthly contentions
Visions passing of several dimensions
Who are you, monsieur, to you have invaded my space in the universal of man’s time
Were you ordained by the secrets of Moses, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, God’s seeds planted to harvest the land of milk,...
Eye closing, reversing, blackness churning
Elevated, cognitive lifted, I proudly breathe as a French Haitian Creole intellectual and with blessings, gifted
Devoid the temple of all negative strife, earthly contentions
Visions passing of several dimensions
Who are you, monsieur, to you have invaded my space in the universal of man’s time
Were you ordained by the secrets of Moses, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, God’s seeds planted to harvest the land of milk,...
#America
#Buddhist
#spiritual #culture
#spiritual #culture
565 reads
11 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 3:49am
10th Dec 2023 3:49am
by the slice
I feel it!
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
#America
#city
#prison
191 reads
4 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
90 reads
2 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 6:33pm
11th Aug 2024 6:33pm
An observation at a coffee shop
With God,
Makeup,
and disposable cups
all things are possible.
Makeup,
and disposable cups
all things are possible.
#America
110 reads
2 Comments
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