Poems About Politics Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about politics published by members recently online.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
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0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
76 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
76 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
24th Feb 2025 3:25am
The Boogeyman
The story teller of words ✍️ do you know who is the Boogeyman, for sure do you believe that someone is pulling the strings, of the puppet Master. (DROP THE MIC 🎤🔥🔥🔥) For as the new administration is finally in full force to uncovering, things that the dusted government didn't, want us to know, 🤨 as American citizens of the United States of America. 🤔. For sure now that they are uncovered the deepness and power of the Democrats party, to much funds are being funded by chance going into someone else's account. 😕 But yet all...
#corruption
#deception
#murder
#politics
#war
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
123 reads
15 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
123 reads
15 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
123 reads
15 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
123 reads
15 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
12th Dec 2024 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
123 reads
15 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
Gloat
What's the price of privilege?
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
#anger
#politics
#apathy
496 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
Gloat
What's the price of privilege?
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
#anger
#politics
#apathy
496 reads
6 Comments
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