Poetry about Politics
#politics
A view of politics, from all corners of the world, expressed through poetry. Here you'll find poems about politics, power and government. This includes poems about support or criticism for particular political parties or leaders. Also, poetry about issues like poverty, law and discrimination and shining a light on how state corruption affects societies.
snugglebuck
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:27pm
Yesterday 6:27pm
Coming in 2020
Coming in 2020 will be changes a plenty.
Katie Perry will get remarried.
Taylor Swift will have another hit.
Miley Cyrus will get hitched and have a baby named 666.
Misogyny will show its ugly head when a female politician is assassinated.
The oceans will rise higher. The earth will get hotter.
But despite dire warnings fools will still deny, global warming.
Now I'll make my finale prediction.
There will be a shocking revelation that our President has a cocaine addiction.
Katie Perry will get remarried.
Taylor Swift will have another hit.
Miley Cyrus will get hitched and have a baby named 666.
Misogyny will show its ugly head when a female politician is assassinated.
The oceans will rise higher. The earth will get hotter.
But despite dire warnings fools will still deny, global warming.
Now I'll make my finale prediction.
There will be a shocking revelation that our President has a cocaine addiction.
#politics
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Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped Yesterday 11:05am
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
16th Jun 2018 3:14pm
Children’s Lessons in America
Mamí talked for weeks about the trip before we got in that old truck.
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
She rambled on and on about the amazing, beautiful things we would discover.
She spoke of our trip, painting it all in red, white and blue.
The grand people we would meet, the sing-song languages they would speak.
About the rainbow of skin, hair and music we would discover when we arrived.
Once there, she said, we would get to eat our fill of the food in colorful packages I’d passed by so often and begged for her to buy. ...
#children
#politics
#CallToAction
475 reads
21 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 3:10pm
8th Dec 2019 3:10pm
Library
So… you think Trump
will build...
a presidential library?
will build...
a presidential library?
#politics
#pollution
#satirical #reading
#satirical #reading
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1 Comment
Josh
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 12:18pm
6th Dec 2019 12:18pm
RUN-UP TO U.K ELECTION (12th Dec, 2019)
The heat from Hiroshimas is re-used
to warm the chicken soup for Thursday 12th;
the flash from Nagasakis recycled
to light evening lamp-shades of stretched human skin
skimmed off from the GIG-economy.
As woke cannibals the candidates only eat vegetarians
(vegans on Sundays) to prove to the electorate
their eco-credentials. Underground car-parks
swim with piranhas from viral floods.
Big-mouthed dinosaurs consider their futures -
dollared options on the trading floor.
to warm the chicken soup for Thursday 12th;
the flash from Nagasakis recycled
to light evening lamp-shades of stretched human skin
skimmed off from the GIG-economy.
As woke cannibals the candidates only eat vegetarians
(vegans on Sundays) to prove to the electorate
their eco-credentials. Underground car-parks
swim with piranhas from viral floods.
Big-mouthed dinosaurs consider their futures -
dollared options on the trading floor.
#politics
56 reads
19 Comments
AnonymousBystander
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 9:23pm
5th Dec 2019 9:23pm
Armory and Delamirie
Canto I
A chimney sweep was walking down the street
in seventeen hundred and twenty two,
when something caught his eye. He took a seat
to double check and to plan what to do.
He thought he'd seen something glimmer and gleam
in the gutter. Yes! What came into view?
He saw a gem set in gold - what a dream!
His problem was to transfer the jewel
from the gutter to his pocket by some scheme.
He rose and walked but tripped and went pell mell
into the gutter. He got to his feet
and walked away with the...
A chimney sweep was walking down the street
in seventeen hundred and twenty two,
when something caught his eye. He took a seat
to double check and to plan what to do.
He thought he'd seen something glimmer and gleam
in the gutter. Yes! What came into view?
He saw a gem set in gold - what a dream!
His problem was to transfer the jewel
from the gutter to his pocket by some scheme.
He rose and walked but tripped and went pell mell
into the gutter. He got to his feet
and walked away with the...
#politics
#culture
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 4:40am
2nd Dec 2019 4:40am
Golden Parachutes
#lies
#politics
#hypocrisy #responsibility
#hypocrisy #responsibility
47 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 1:28am
2nd Dec 2019 1:28am
Tous mes poèmes ne sont que des comédies d'erreur
Extra ! Error ! Extra ! Err.............
All
about it was read (and pon-
dered up-the-ass & back again)
Peppery pornographics from the pen of
The Prince,
have added a textured torment to each
possible page of the folly of
fausse histoire (and all
it's antecedents )
The burden of proof is handed down to whom-so-ever
will take it, regardless confidential
qualitifics, quantatives, comissions,
conditions,( or even if cordials ...
All
about it was read (and pon-
dered up-the-ass & back again)
Peppery pornographics from the pen of
The Prince,
have added a textured torment to each
possible page of the folly of
fausse histoire (and all
it's antecedents )
The burden of proof is handed down to whom-so-ever
will take it, regardless confidential
qualitifics, quantatives, comissions,
conditions,( or even if cordials ...
#love
#sex
#politics
#pollution
#TruthOfLife
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 5:33am
29th Nov 2019 5:33am
Monster on the Leash
The monster is held on the leash
so hopes the masters who retreat
to fighting fire with their own
when darkness falls on their homes
even though their tamed beast
would be construed as obscene
by any measure brought to bear
this damnation all should fear
attacking targets of their choice
assurance given they’ll be destroyed
with collateral that may extend
to believers of their blend
some shared blood must be shed
for the offense to be led
by the monster on the leash
pray that links remain complete. ...
so hopes the masters who retreat
to fighting fire with their own
when darkness falls on their homes
even though their tamed beast
would be construed as obscene
by any measure brought to bear
this damnation all should fear
attacking targets of their choice
assurance given they’ll be destroyed
with collateral that may extend
to believers of their blend
some shared blood must be shed
for the offense to be led
by the monster on the leash
pray that links remain complete. ...
#politics
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BWBijon
Bijon Quail
Bijon Quail
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 2:20am
27th Nov 2019 2:20am
Little Boy Blue killed the Pig in Blue
it was in his youth, when little boy blue
went to the arcade
to play-fight with the rough trash, Westerners and ' Northerners.'
and joke with the officer pig, that was supposed to
protect and serve
LITTLE BOY BLUE
HIT THE AMERICAN PIG
WITH THE GREATEST LEFT HOOK
SINCE MAX SCHMELINGS' HOOK
ROCKED 'JOE THE CROOK'
but the Americana losers'
could not play with the youngin'
they actually fought the youngin'
those 'crooked criminals'
those, c.o.p.,pigs, that were out for a quota ...
went to the arcade
to play-fight with the rough trash, Westerners and ' Northerners.'
and joke with the officer pig, that was supposed to
protect and serve
LITTLE BOY BLUE
HIT THE AMERICAN PIG
WITH THE GREATEST LEFT HOOK
SINCE MAX SCHMELINGS' HOOK
ROCKED 'JOE THE CROOK'
but the Americana losers'
could not play with the youngin'
they actually fought the youngin'
those 'crooked criminals'
those, c.o.p.,pigs, that were out for a quota ...
#politics
#WritingPoetry
#revenge
39 reads
1 Comment
Wordsmith
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2019 8:28pm
23rd Nov 2019 8:28pm
My Fatherland
My fatherland
"I am blessed"; says our fatherland
"I am the giant of Africa"; remarks our fatherland
“We will curb every corrupt personnel”; lied our corrupt leaders
"No place like home"; opines our elders
"Great people, great nation"; merits our media stations
"Blessed with natural resources"; proclaims our teachers
"All is well"; prophesizes our men of God
"Invest home"; idea our business men
"It will be better"; endures our youth
"I will bring change"; promises our snail-like president
“Next level”; campaign our level-0 party ...
"I am blessed"; says our fatherland
"I am the giant of Africa"; remarks our fatherland
“We will curb every corrupt personnel”; lied our corrupt leaders
"No place like home"; opines our elders
"Great people, great nation"; merits our media stations
"Blessed with natural resources"; proclaims our teachers
"All is well"; prophesizes our men of God
"Invest home"; idea our business men
"It will be better"; endures our youth
"I will bring change"; promises our snail-like president
“Next level”; campaign our level-0 party ...
#corruption
#politics
29 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2019 00:02am
22nd Nov 2019 00:02am
Welcome
I no longer see as I once did
The feelings that I have are no longer hid
The darkness that visits me in the middle of the night
Dark enough to make a solar eclipse seem like broad daylight
I am at one with this realm and there is no fright
Trust none of your senses, especially not even sight
To simply lie back in the bed with my arms behind my head
I smell and fell a strangers grave, I am filled with echoes from the dead
They know me, some think that they know me all to well
Promises have been made and there are secrets yet to tell ...
The feelings that I have are no longer hid
The darkness that visits me in the middle of the night
Dark enough to make a solar eclipse seem like broad daylight
I am at one with this realm and there is no fright
Trust none of your senses, especially not even sight
To simply lie back in the bed with my arms behind my head
I smell and fell a strangers grave, I am filled with echoes from the dead
They know me, some think that they know me all to well
Promises have been made and there are secrets yet to tell ...
#dark
#corruption
#politics #death
#politics #death
122 reads
3 Comments
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
21st Nov 2019 11:05pm
21st Nov 2019 11:05pm
So Sick
Purple hearts being painted black
Women fighting to take their bodies back
Dinners in secret made public to gloat
Facebook blocking what democracy votes
Men arguing against VAWA legitimacy
He should have a gun, well judge on intimacy
Cause abuse feels different if they're both married
Yeah
Those hits and penetrations feel better if she was carrying
NRA Republicans
Orange potato
Take a look
They're the crooks
A Ruling class
That never understood a book
Swinging dicks
Pumped up pecks
Yeah MF ...
Women fighting to take their bodies back
Dinners in secret made public to gloat
Facebook blocking what democracy votes
Men arguing against VAWA legitimacy
He should have a gun, well judge on intimacy
Cause abuse feels different if they're both married
Yeah
Those hits and penetrations feel better if she was carrying
NRA Republicans
Orange potato
Take a look
They're the crooks
A Ruling class
That never understood a book
Swinging dicks
Pumped up pecks
Yeah MF ...
#corruption
#politics
#evil
#America
#rebellion
64 reads
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