Poems About Oppression Seeking Friendly Advice
#oppression
Poems about oppression seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Blackwolf
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 5:33am
13th Jun 2020 5:33am
An Upon Der Dance
De' Spot Ism The Cruel Art Of Making A Point
As A Needle In A Prey Stack Sharp To Anoint
Color And It's Absence A Pivot Rivet Cojoint
As Mind Not Blind Sees Thee Choice To Aroint
As A Needle In A Prey Stack Sharp To Anoint
Color And It's Absence A Pivot Rivet Cojoint
As Mind Not Blind Sees Thee Choice To Aroint
#oppression
#power
#freedom
#ignorance
#inequality
378 reads
8 Comments
davidchirko
David Chirko
David Chirko
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 8:27pm
8th Jun 2020 8:27pm
Metamorphosis of Naricssus
Imbibe they, the crystal shallowness,
Glowing, in minds of disharmony.
My thoughts intuit decrepitness
In their eyes, that murder me.
With daggers sharp, within,
Wherever I walk every day.
Eternity grows so thin,
To the sojourn, as I make my way.
Down its corridors, I realize
Where Vlaminck rapes Renoir,
As Dali’s visions bastardize,
My mind, he’s painted thus far.
And in the mission’s silence,
My travels begin to write,
What is unknown to my audience,
In the mansions of my flight.
Over the...
Glowing, in minds of disharmony.
My thoughts intuit decrepitness
In their eyes, that murder me.
With daggers sharp, within,
Wherever I walk every day.
Eternity grows so thin,
To the sojourn, as I make my way.
Down its corridors, I realize
Where Vlaminck rapes Renoir,
As Dali’s visions bastardize,
My mind, he’s painted thus far.
And in the mission’s silence,
My travels begin to write,
What is unknown to my audience,
In the mansions of my flight.
Over the...
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
338 reads
1 Comment
tomgoonery
Tommy.
Tommy.
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 9:50pm
2nd Jun 2020 9:50pm
Out The Ghetto
I made it out the ghetto, wouldn't mind if I moved back.
'Cause now, I got a gun, and I've been itchin' to use that.
I liked the thought of walking outside in the block
with the odds of getting blessed with a stray from a Glock.
The gunshots at night were like music to my ears.
But now, I'm out the hood, and so, the sounds disappeared.
In the suburbs, it is hard for one to vent their anger.
Adapted to the hood and fell in love with the danger.
I remember someone broke in, I was home alone.
So I hid in the tub and called the cops on my...
'Cause now, I got a gun, and I've been itchin' to use that.
I liked the thought of walking outside in the block
with the odds of getting blessed with a stray from a Glock.
The gunshots at night were like music to my ears.
But now, I'm out the hood, and so, the sounds disappeared.
In the suburbs, it is hard for one to vent their anger.
Adapted to the hood and fell in love with the danger.
I remember someone broke in, I was home alone.
So I hid in the tub and called the cops on my...
#anger
#corruption
#oppression
#rhyming
#poverty
437 reads
6 Comments
Abruvanamedsly
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 2:23am
1st Jun 2020 2:23am
Ink Spots
Suffering in silence is second nature
for people wrapped in hated skin;
your life under constant siege because
you are a scourge on sight;
a blight in expensive sneakers,
a member of a caste unworthy
of empathy but if you can
somehow Dinesh D’Souza
your way through existence,
everything will be fine.
The Stanford Prison Experiment
was a glimpse of human savagery
put into a uniform;
now state sanctioned violence
continuously batters black bodies
recording at 30 frames per second;
blood sacrifices...
for people wrapped in hated skin;
your life under constant siege because
you are a scourge on sight;
a blight in expensive sneakers,
a member of a caste unworthy
of empathy but if you can
somehow Dinesh D’Souza
your way through existence,
everything will be fine.
The Stanford Prison Experiment
was a glimpse of human savagery
put into a uniform;
now state sanctioned violence
continuously batters black bodies
recording at 30 frames per second;
blood sacrifices...
#hate
#oppression
#evil
#racism
#fear
637 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2020 1:57am
28th May 2020 1:57am
a more enviable risk
twas
once
to live
among men
was to unite
against savages
in the benevolence
of human kindness
now the absolute powers
of absolute fools
make living
among savages
a more enviable risk
than dwelling in this jungle
of inhuman blindness
© Copyright 2020 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
once
to live
among men
was to unite
against savages
in the benevolence
of human kindness
now the absolute powers
of absolute fools
make living
among savages
a more enviable risk
than dwelling in this jungle
of inhuman blindness
© Copyright 2020 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#oppression
#inequality
#risk
525 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th May 2020 8:02am
20th May 2020 8:02am
Mayan Spring
Mayan Spring
Taavi is embraced by the steam heat of thermal water shooting from a hot spring over the cliff and into the pool he stands in. A rainbow graces the mist from the cascade that pelts him. The colors are a sign of Ixchel the Mayan goddess of love whose name in hieroglyphics is Chak Chel or ‘large rainbow.’
The risk of getting caught in the swell of tropic desire makes him step out of geyser rain. But the rainbow goddess summons him back and again he feels her pour liquid sunshine upon his rise toward heaven.
The society of women bathers convenes with...
Taavi is embraced by the steam heat of thermal water shooting from a hot spring over the cliff and into the pool he stands in. A rainbow graces the mist from the cascade that pelts him. The colors are a sign of Ixchel the Mayan goddess of love whose name in hieroglyphics is Chak Chel or ‘large rainbow.’
The risk of getting caught in the swell of tropic desire makes him step out of geyser rain. But the rainbow goddess summons him back and again he feels her pour liquid sunshine upon his rise toward heaven.
The society of women bathers convenes with...
#religion
#historical
#oppression
#freedom
#rebellion
428 reads
6 Comments
DiaryoftheNow
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 4:29am
20th Apr 2020 4:29am
Ease
Dramatic ease
Revealing gutters of the mind,
Love painted in Blue.
Breeding inside the fringes
of a black Basquiat.
The knowledge of a tongue,
settles slowly,
dim and lonely,
Black cross-hatch,
across your pale and drunken face.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Revealing gutters of the mind,
Love painted in Blue.
Breeding inside the fringes
of a black Basquiat.
The knowledge of a tongue,
settles slowly,
dim and lonely,
Black cross-hatch,
across your pale and drunken face.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
#love
#grief
#loneliness #oppression
#loneliness #oppression
822 reads
2 Comments
manic_pixie_dream
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 1:05am
26th Mar 2020 1:05am
Idiom
they say however the cookie crumbles
[i shake my head no]
i will break the cookie myself and choose my own destiny
they say that i am barking up the wrong tree
[i shake my head no]
i get the word bitch tattooed on my inner lip
they say that i could bear to be more down to earth
[i shake my head no]
i will hang out with the stars,
you’re not pulling me back into your orbit
they say that i need to pull myself together
[i shake my head no]
i let my limbs stay loose and free,
i melt into a happy puddle
they say curiosity...
[i shake my head no]
i will break the cookie myself and choose my own destiny
they say that i am barking up the wrong tree
[i shake my head no]
i get the word bitch tattooed on my inner lip
they say that i could bear to be more down to earth
[i shake my head no]
i will hang out with the stars,
you’re not pulling me back into your orbit
they say that i need to pull myself together
[i shake my head no]
i let my limbs stay loose and free,
i melt into a happy puddle
they say curiosity...
#metaphor
#anger
#oppression
#feminism
#rebellion
456 reads
1 Comment
timkit
Tim Kitchen
Tim Kitchen
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 11:02am
23rd Feb 2020 11:02am
Footsteps On The Staircase
Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light.
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand,
how one man can change...
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.
He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light.
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand,
how one man can change...
#oppression
367 reads
5 Comments
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 10:47pm
31st Oct 2019 10:47pm
Self-destruct
You’re Welcome
You’re welcome for my childhood. You used it well. I realize now that I let you take it.... You’re welcome for my young adult years. You don’t even know this, but I gave those years to your memory. You weren’t even a part of my life, but I let you control every decision, action and relationship that I made... And you’re welcome for my present, because even though I know now what I didn’t then, I still can’t seem to live... And I’ll even go head and say, you’re welcome to my future. I can seem to do nothing but to keep offering you my life. You’re welcome for never...
You’re welcome for my childhood. You used it well. I realize now that I let you take it.... You’re welcome for my young adult years. You don’t even know this, but I gave those years to your memory. You weren’t even a part of my life, but I let you control every decision, action and relationship that I made... And you’re welcome for my present, because even though I know now what I didn’t then, I still can’t seem to live... And I’ll even go head and say, you’re welcome to my future. I can seem to do nothing but to keep offering you my life. You’re welcome for never...
#abuse
#oppression
535 reads
1 Comment
Maeve
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
The Valley of Ashes
Prosperity depends
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
#corruption
#oppression
#power #inequality
#power #inequality
644 reads
3 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 1:04am
4th Sep 2019 1:04am
Not On Purpose
A famous line, writ long before my time.
He’d be banned from Twitter, or worse
If he dared to post such verse
In public, in the shallow culture of our own time.
“Do I dare disturb the universe?”
Let us go then, you and I,
And make our escape from this world on-line
Back to a world inhabited by human-kind
Unafraid to say what we like.
No bits on a screen spewing words crass and mean.
Parchment will do.
Let us go then, you and I,
To a world fit for flesh and bone
Where reality means we may suffer alone ...
He’d be banned from Twitter, or worse
If he dared to post such verse
In public, in the shallow culture of our own time.
“Do I dare disturb the universe?”
Let us go then, you and I,
And make our escape from this world on-line
Back to a world inhabited by human-kind
Unafraid to say what we like.
No bits on a screen spewing words crass and mean.
Parchment will do.
Let us go then, you and I,
To a world fit for flesh and bone
Where reality means we may suffer alone ...
#oppression
#TruthOfLife
#freedom #TSEliot
#freedom #TSEliot
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2 Comments
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