Poems About Oppression by Top Critiquers
#oppression
Poems about oppression by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
A Tsunami for Greta Thunberg
A damp cave shudders
agony of postmodernity.
The ocean must stir
the ecstasy of nomadic bananas?
The wind weighs oysters.
However!
The sunset contrasts
chilled volcanoes.
Despair!
One man stands in the middle
of a brood of needles.
Yes, from garbage needles!
PAR
agony of postmodernity.
The ocean must stir
the ecstasy of nomadic bananas?
The wind weighs oysters.
However!
The sunset contrasts
chilled volcanoes.
Despair!
One man stands in the middle
of a brood of needles.
Yes, from garbage needles!
PAR
#corruption
#oppression
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#inequality
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sometimes
i see you as pharoah’s daughter
down by the river of bulrushes
as she comes across
something amazing:
an abandoned baby
a newly birthed poem
floating like a
golden bauble
in the stream
how then can
she turn away
without a comment
as though she cannot see
a parting of waters
a burning bush
and a glimpse
of a strange land
so many years ahead
flowing with milk
with honey
to have seen
the babe in helpless
desperation
and to walk...
i see you as pharoah’s daughter
down by the river of bulrushes
as she comes across
something amazing:
an abandoned baby
a newly birthed poem
floating like a
golden bauble
in the stream
how then can
she turn away
without a comment
as though she cannot see
a parting of waters
a burning bush
and a glimpse
of a strange land
so many years ahead
flowing with milk
with honey
to have seen
the babe in helpless
desperation
and to walk...
#beauty
#oppression
#apathy
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8 Comments
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
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Villanelle Nr.23 — Reviewing the Queen and Us
To the discordant witch we had to say no
a long time ago as the terminators proceeded
without a hitch ’til the wee small hours and time to go
home where cold beds lay waiting for us and so
all we had to do could have succeeded
by shutting the rough sheds and saying no …
sadly naïvety piqued the flow
of consequences and firmly heeded
the lies spooked rickety minds ’til time to go
demonstrating that to keep the show
on the road one keeps language fully seeded
steeped in pageantry to...
a long time ago as the terminators proceeded
without a hitch ’til the wee small hours and time to go
home where cold beds lay waiting for us and so
all we had to do could have succeeded
by shutting the rough sheds and saying no …
sadly naïvety piqued the flow
of consequences and firmly heeded
the lies spooked rickety minds ’til time to go
demonstrating that to keep the show
on the road one keeps language fully seeded
steeped in pageantry to...
#oppression
#politics
#money
#HumanRights
#inequality
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The Hurting Kind
I wish I didn’t have to hurt you
To escape the way you hurt me
But the world will keep spinning
I wish you all the best
To escape the way you hurt me
But the world will keep spinning
I wish you all the best
#ImSorry
#oppression
#inequality
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unfortunate
my name’s smith, he said,
which they assumed was
an alias, but which
unfortunately wasn’t, since
they hanged him, thinking
he was somebody else
entirely, and thus he
ended up entirely dead
which they assumed was
an alias, but which
unfortunately wasn’t, since
they hanged him, thinking
he was somebody else
entirely, and thus he
ended up entirely dead
#oppression
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Untitled
Anticipating the taunt
Of a spellbound fate was
Like irony for some
Vicarious shame,
Bringing loneliness
To those of whom
Have beckoned, trekked,
Waited for poetic justice in the
Retribution of intrusive
Marketing that shrouds, hides.
Masterful callousness,
Pretending to never feel,
Mocked and laughed at
The innocent wonder
Of familiar reminiscence,
Like insisting favor
Was sensual, assuming an
Embarrassing tease,
Reinforcing the numb veracity
Of what carnality was worth. ...
Of a spellbound fate was
Like irony for some
Vicarious shame,
Bringing loneliness
To those of whom
Have beckoned, trekked,
Waited for poetic justice in the
Retribution of intrusive
Marketing that shrouds, hides.
Masterful callousness,
Pretending to never feel,
Mocked and laughed at
The innocent wonder
Of familiar reminiscence,
Like insisting favor
Was sensual, assuming an
Embarrassing tease,
Reinforcing the numb veracity
Of what carnality was worth. ...
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#God
#spiritual
#humankind
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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...
#oppression
#religion
#freedom
#historical
#rebellion
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MISCONCEPTIONS BEHIND THE SCENES
There comes a time when we have to change the dimensions of our sight, as we evolve and elevate with the sounds and smells and taste and touch and feel and see things, for what they are and not what we wish them to be due to the misconception of lies. For you ask who's lies am I preferring too? Well let's take a leap out on faith and trust, the mere subconsciousness of your mind eyes, as you step back into time of long ago but never forgotten by the elders before there was ever a YOU OR I. Do You Remember the stories told of long ago pass down from generation to generation of the darkness,...
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#racism
#HumanRights
#ignorance
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Now Should One Praise Believers of the Past?
Now should one praise
believers of the past,
believers so with whom
one is obsessed?
To answer this
must we not ask:
Was it not they
who flayed Hypatia of all her flesh
and burned the knowledge held
within the old Serapeum,
encouraged and engaged in genocide
and rape and pillaging in Deus Vult crusades,
and carried out the European witchcraft craze
within the fierce religious war of 30 years,
the Massacre at Béziers
and slaughtering of Catharites,
the sack of Magdeburg,
...
believers of the past,
believers so with whom
one is obsessed?
To answer this
must we not ask:
Was it not they
who flayed Hypatia of all her flesh
and burned the knowledge held
within the old Serapeum,
encouraged and engaged in genocide
and rape and pillaging in Deus Vult crusades,
and carried out the European witchcraft craze
within the fierce religious war of 30 years,
the Massacre at Béziers
and slaughtering of Catharites,
the sack of Magdeburg,
...
#oppression
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Art Attacks
A faceless troll
painting our passions
with venomous rage
I've seen them emerge from the corners
defiling our revelations
in harsh, hurtful strokes
Obviously,
not a poet
just another critic
jealous and jaded
that a vision of misery
is all they'll ever paint
painting our passions
with venomous rage
I've seen them emerge from the corners
defiling our revelations
in harsh, hurtful strokes
Obviously,
not a poet
just another critic
jealous and jaded
that a vision of misery
is all they'll ever paint
#oppression
#support
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A quiet drink with friends
The hard case poet
playing pool,
pairs transgender
with bender
and forces his rhyme.
Its not the first time
the critique has had him
in handcuffs.
The trial continues
long after a conviction
of community disservice.
His muse hears footsteps
after dark,
walks the long way home
to avoid the park;
hates the small scar
just below the cheek,
takes another lifetime
before she could speak
about it to anyone.
playing pool,
pairs transgender
with bender
and forces his rhyme.
Its not the first time
the critique has had him
in handcuffs.
The trial continues
long after a conviction
of community disservice.
His muse hears footsteps
after dark,
walks the long way home
to avoid the park;
hates the small scar
just below the cheek,
takes another lifetime
before she could speak
about it to anyone.
#violence
#oppression
#transgender
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