Poems About Oppression Seeking Friendly Advice
#oppression
Poems about oppression seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
missjem56
Poem Published
15th Feb 2022 9:53pm
15th Feb 2022 9:53pm
Sheepish
If animals could talk
What would they say to us?
"What the fuck
Are you doing to this planet
Are you mad?
Do you really care?
Why are you so brutal?
And cruel
Why do some of you kill?
Just for the fun of it?"
The sheep then stops talking
And baaaaaaaa's
by Jemia
What would they say to us?
"What the fuck
Are you doing to this planet
Are you mad?
Do you really care?
Why are you so brutal?
And cruel
Why do some of you kill?
Just for the fun of it?"
The sheep then stops talking
And baaaaaaaa's
by Jemia
#oppression
#despair
#inequality
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
re-reading Hemingway
The re-read (poet)
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#rebellion
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missjem56
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 11:56pm
15th Jan 2022 11:56pm
Broken Dreams
Mars, and Jupiter
Are
In mythological terms
Planets of war
Although
In reality
Tis Earth
On which we all dwell
Some of humanity
It's inhumanity
Can make it for many
Just like Hell
Yet we still live in hope
That Utopian dreams
Will cast a magic spell
False realities
Never cease
The mayhem
As those that hope
For better things
Fall into a quagmire
Of shattered dreams
by Jemia
Are
In mythological terms
Planets of war
Although
In reality
Tis Earth
On which we all dwell
Some of humanity
It's inhumanity
Can make it for many
Just like Hell
Yet we still live in hope
That Utopian dreams
Will cast a magic spell
False realities
Never cease
The mayhem
As those that hope
For better things
Fall into a quagmire
Of shattered dreams
by Jemia
#oppression
#war
#inequality
336 reads
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Iwanttobestardust
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 6:30am
15th Jan 2022 6:30am
Bubble gum
#depression
#childhood
#abuse
#oppression
#manipulation
220 reads
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Madcinder
Poem Published
30th Dec 2021 11:40pm
30th Dec 2021 11:40pm
(C)
Can you see the blinded masses?
Can you hear deafness of the Earth?
Do you smell the scent of vastness?
Do you know the whole of a mind's worth?
Can you put a price on it?
Can you take away the pain?
Do you think it's cause we hate it?
Do you think it takes away their fame?
Can you put me in prison?
I'm in a country that's not yours?
Do you care for my visions?
Or only care for your wars.
Whether they put it all on paper.
Or they make it on the screen.
Their life's career on a wager.
Pass your bill,...
Can you hear deafness of the Earth?
Do you smell the scent of vastness?
Do you know the whole of a mind's worth?
Can you put a price on it?
Can you take away the pain?
Do you think it's cause we hate it?
Do you think it takes away their fame?
Can you put me in prison?
I'm in a country that's not yours?
Do you care for my visions?
Or only care for your wars.
Whether they put it all on paper.
Or they make it on the screen.
Their life's career on a wager.
Pass your bill,...
#oppression
#politics
#lyrics
#freedom
#art
464 reads
0 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
19th Dec 2021 1:14am
19th Dec 2021 1:14am
Notes 1984
Given a chance I'll stare
out the window
at the gray day
in its every detail.
My bedroom window
looks down to a couple
of red & blue houses on the corner,
I see the blemishes,
and then think nothing of it ever.
Except,
Trumpsters are nothing
but a bunch of shit-eating
lipstick wearing pigs
that woke out of an Orwell
novel as today's half Prole,
half Outer Party society,
each of them keeping
to the right pitch
of thier Inner orthodox.
I too wish...
out the window
at the gray day
in its every detail.
My bedroom window
looks down to a couple
of red & blue houses on the corner,
I see the blemishes,
and then think nothing of it ever.
Except,
Trumpsters are nothing
but a bunch of shit-eating
lipstick wearing pigs
that woke out of an Orwell
novel as today's half Prole,
half Outer Party society,
each of them keeping
to the right pitch
of thier Inner orthodox.
I too wish...
#oppression
#politics
#freedom
#ignorance
#deception
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JustinedeLange
Justine
Justine
Poem Published
5th Dec 2021 5:09pm
5th Dec 2021 5:09pm
I do not feel sadness; I just do not feel.
I do not feel sadness, I do not feel despair.
I just do not feel.
I do not feel angry, or anxious. I just do not feel.
I do not feel like getting out of bed in the morning, I do not feel like eating. I do not feel like brushing my teeth. I do not feel like going to work; I do not feel like interacting with people.
I do not feel tired; I do not feel like sleeping. I do not feel like I am a human being that is capable of feeling emotion.
I simply just do not feel.
Anything.
Then, at random, I just feel.
...
I just do not feel.
I do not feel angry, or anxious. I just do not feel.
I do not feel like getting out of bed in the morning, I do not feel like eating. I do not feel like brushing my teeth. I do not feel like going to work; I do not feel like interacting with people.
I do not feel tired; I do not feel like sleeping. I do not feel like I am a human being that is capable of feeling emotion.
I simply just do not feel.
Anything.
Then, at random, I just feel.
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#oppression
651 reads
18 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 8:52pm
24th Nov 2021 8:52pm
Chainsaw Massacre
The tree stood, no longer
Amongst friends
Silent, and alone
As it bathed
In an now unhealthy ozone
Other than its leaves
Trembling
In a chilling breeze
The breeze picked up
And strengthened
The leaves were pushed together
Like unwanted lovers
Embraced, then screaming
No longer under cover
As a sharp wind
Ripped them free
From their mother tree
No longer in her tender embrace
As she was soon
To be bleeding sap
Bare, and barren
From her emerald glory
Her children now gone
And lying...
Amongst friends
Silent, and alone
As it bathed
In an now unhealthy ozone
Other than its leaves
Trembling
In a chilling breeze
The breeze picked up
And strengthened
The leaves were pushed together
Like unwanted lovers
Embraced, then screaming
No longer under cover
As a sharp wind
Ripped them free
From their mother tree
No longer in her tender embrace
As she was soon
To be bleeding sap
Bare, and barren
From her emerald glory
Her children now gone
And lying...
#oppression
#environment
#nature
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
21st Aug 2021 1:26am
21st Aug 2021 1:26am
The Honeymoon
An unwanted marriage
The husband is the Taliban
The brides
Were all the women, and girls
Of Afghanistan
The 'husband' declared
That his wives
Would still be entitled
To all their rights
But everyone knew
Deep down inside
Once the 'honeymoon' period was over
And all the 'guests' were gone
The Taliban men, and man
Would commence their Taliban ban
Where all his 'wives'
Would soon have no rights
or freedoms
You can't always count on
Something that you would Bid-on
by Jemia
The husband is the Taliban
The brides
Were all the women, and girls
Of Afghanistan
The 'husband' declared
That his wives
Would still be entitled
To all their rights
But everyone knew
Deep down inside
Once the 'honeymoon' period was over
And all the 'guests' were gone
The Taliban men, and man
Would commence their Taliban ban
Where all his 'wives'
Would soon have no rights
or freedoms
You can't always count on
Something that you would Bid-on
by Jemia
#betrayal
#oppression
#HumanRights
311 reads
2 Comments
anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 00:17am
18th Jul 2021 00:17am
Interesting News
I noticed a very interesting
news story headline as I
was looking for my morning
news buzz on Brighteon saying
if the American people knew
the real truth millions of people
would drop dead from shock
fuck things must have gotten
much worse...I only figured
about a million would
news story headline as I
was looking for my morning
news buzz on Brighteon saying
if the American people knew
the real truth millions of people
would drop dead from shock
fuck things must have gotten
much worse...I only figured
about a million would
#corruption
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#HumanRights
#pandemic
458 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 9:43am
18th Jun 2021 9:43am
The War of Molecules
The whirling world is war.
In the darkness the star -
Fights against strenuous gravity
To hold itself together
and not fall into event horizons
that loom - across spaces like black lights of doom.
Even within the star -
there is war -
as molecules move about in frenzies
and furore -
shifting into themselves and transforming
into new forms with new functions...
And still at war -
bursting forth – in nameless anonymities
criss crossing and drawing strange symbols
seen only by...
In the darkness the star -
Fights against strenuous gravity
To hold itself together
and not fall into event horizons
that loom - across spaces like black lights of doom.
Even within the star -
there is war -
as molecules move about in frenzies
and furore -
shifting into themselves and transforming
into new forms with new functions...
And still at war -
bursting forth – in nameless anonymities
criss crossing and drawing strange symbols
seen only by...
#oppression
#power
#war
#universe
#stars
644 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
27th Mar 2021 4:44am
27th Mar 2021 4:44am
The Eastside
There is a girl up the street
pacing the sidewalk,
begging someone
on the phone for help.
She's in hell. Beaten.
The black on blackness
of a past
that's been seconded with...
and the press,
and the cross,
it hangs at her hip.
pacing the sidewalk,
begging someone
on the phone for help.
She's in hell. Beaten.
The black on blackness
of a past
that's been seconded with...
and the press,
and the cross,
it hangs at her hip.
#oppression
#drugs
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
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