Poems about Rebellion and Revolution
#rebellion
Poems about rebellion and revolution; poetry about protesting, rebelling and overthrowing governments. Poems about forcibly instigating change in existing social systems through revolution, and poems about rebelling against authority and control. Also poetry about the major reshaping of how society operates, brought on by technology and human progress. Poetry about historical revolutions including the Industrial Revolution, French Revolution and American Revolution.
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 10:03am
8th Aug 2022 10:03am
rip bisongrass vodka2
but the Bisons were your true lovers
that grazed and gnawed and chewed
romancing your every cud
while down here
I was Tanked up
and ceremoniously spewed
but this wasn’t the only thing
that was churning like a screw
because there was that invasion
those herds escaped across the border
left their green grasses behind
amidst the panic and disorder
as they were bombed, smoked and mined
your extemperaneous flame
shall not fill my glass
bodily incandescant
my taste will never have
that touchy feely class ...
that grazed and gnawed and chewed
romancing your every cud
while down here
I was Tanked up
and ceremoniously spewed
but this wasn’t the only thing
that was churning like a screw
because there was that invasion
those herds escaped across the border
left their green grasses behind
amidst the panic and disorder
as they were bombed, smoked and mined
your extemperaneous flame
shall not fill my glass
bodily incandescant
my taste will never have
that touchy feely class ...
#war
#nature
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
#rebellion
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 7:35am
3rd Aug 2022 7:35am
Toxic
My heart is a patchwork of memorabilia,
Ghostly shrines to loves come and gone.
Mismatched clothes litter my laundry
Since I've been left all alone.
Their scents still linger for me to breathe deep,
Anything to keep them forever close.
I am selfish with their memory
Even though, in the end, it was me that I chose.
Some might call me a narcissist,
But I doubt I will ever love only one.
I get drunk on love itself—the taste of their kiss;
I'd be lying if I said I was done.
Ghostly shrines to loves come and gone.
Mismatched clothes litter my laundry
Since I've been left all alone.
Their scents still linger for me to breathe deep,
Anything to keep them forever close.
I am selfish with their memory
Even though, in the end, it was me that I chose.
Some might call me a narcissist,
But I doubt I will ever love only one.
I get drunk on love itself—the taste of their kiss;
I'd be lying if I said I was done.
#love
#lust
#war
#crush
#rebellion
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S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
25th Jul 2022 3:42pm
25th Jul 2022 3:42pm
Wild and free
Hey moon child
Smile
Weather the storm
Everything is better when it is wild
Primative state
Walking for miles
Wilderness
Resets your mind for a while
Feel the fire
Run free
Channel your natural desire
What will be will be
Let nature reconnect to your soul
Feel the spirits of the old
Let yourself go
As your mind unfolds
Sharpen your instincts
Animalistic vibes
Earth, fire and water linked
Let the beast inside you thrive
Shake off the shackles
A...
Smile
Weather the storm
Everything is better when it is wild
Primative state
Walking for miles
Wilderness
Resets your mind for a while
Feel the fire
Run free
Channel your natural desire
What will be will be
Let nature reconnect to your soul
Feel the spirits of the old
Let yourself go
As your mind unfolds
Sharpen your instincts
Animalistic vibes
Earth, fire and water linked
Let the beast inside you thrive
Shake off the shackles
A...
#nature
#rebirth
#freedom
#escape
#rebellion
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Idontknowhowtofeel
Poem Published
13th Jul 2022 00:45am
13th Jul 2022 00:45am
Sugarcoated women
Yes its hard to be a woman
Its not like the fairytales say
You cant depend on a man
To make all the worries go away
The fairy tales are wrong
We women are strong
We might need a shoulder to cry on
But it cant be anyone
Being a woman is hard
Yet people say its a fairytale
To have a man decide your fate
It shouldnt be that way
We women are smart and strong
Yet people tell us whats right and wrong
Be modest they say
Should it really be that way
"She was asking for it" they say
To a...
Its not like the fairytales say
You cant depend on a man
To make all the worries go away
The fairy tales are wrong
We women are strong
We might need a shoulder to cry on
But it cant be anyone
Being a woman is hard
Yet people say its a fairytale
To have a man decide your fate
It shouldnt be that way
We women are smart and strong
Yet people tell us whats right and wrong
Be modest they say
Should it really be that way
"She was asking for it" they say
To a...
#violence
#HumanRights
#inequality #rebellion
#inequality #rebellion
90 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 10:04pm
6th Jul 2022 10:04pm
Outrageous
Oh by what next shall I be offended
When drops again the expectation ball
Sure to see my stable thoughts upended
As serenity by the caterwaul
From mossbacked minions of mediaeval gripe
So stung that they as well must pay some tax
When all their neighbors won't believe their hype
And choose instead to cast their vote with facts;
Intercepted, like many honest votes
By Diebold chads of Cossack distortion
Boiled up from baneful demagogue throats
Pitching a body politic abortion
To the riff raff rabble hoi polloi...
Who need aristo...
When drops again the expectation ball
Sure to see my stable thoughts upended
As serenity by the caterwaul
From mossbacked minions of mediaeval gripe
So stung that they as well must pay some tax
When all their neighbors won't believe their hype
And choose instead to cast their vote with facts;
Intercepted, like many honest votes
By Diebold chads of Cossack distortion
Boiled up from baneful demagogue throats
Pitching a body politic abortion
To the riff raff rabble hoi polloi...
Who need aristo...
#politics
#morality
#responsibility
#rebellion
#deception
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 3:30pm
1st Jul 2022 3:30pm
Addicted to Mayhem
Every time I see unfair rule and law
I want to express myself on city walls
Be a ghost, a host addicted to mayhem
But with galls bigger than mother fucKing Kong’s balls
I wouldn't give a damn and just bash and slam
Every verse be an explosion meant to vent
Rallying the masses to give them a voice
A middle finger in the air saying “fuck the government”
And once the crowds are compiled and riled
I’d light the fuse by taking to social media
Revealing every politician’s dirty little secret
People would get so pissed off it’d feel...
I want to express myself on city walls
Be a ghost, a host addicted to mayhem
But with galls bigger than mother fucKing Kong’s balls
I wouldn't give a damn and just bash and slam
Every verse be an explosion meant to vent
Rallying the masses to give them a voice
A middle finger in the air saying “fuck the government”
And once the crowds are compiled and riled
I’d light the fuse by taking to social media
Revealing every politician’s dirty little secret
People would get so pissed off it’d feel...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality #rebellion
#inequality #rebellion
101 reads
2 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 6:16pm
28th Jun 2022 6:16pm
All Over Again
Isn't the sea a fist with the earth inside?
When capped with white outrage and egged by roars,
waves can corkscrew through breakwaters with ease.
After the frothing, it disappoints though,
the roar vanishes, apologetic,
it cedes the sea to ship horns and seagulls.
We forget what we fought for, to march anew
is new, not remembered, but we will roar
once more, we are capped again with outrage,
there are ships to upend, dictatorships,
islands to reach, children to feed, after
the end of every ebb, like the sea, we heave, ...
When capped with white outrage and egged by roars,
waves can corkscrew through breakwaters with ease.
After the frothing, it disappoints though,
the roar vanishes, apologetic,
it cedes the sea to ship horns and seagulls.
We forget what we fought for, to march anew
is new, not remembered, but we will roar
once more, we are capped again with outrage,
there are ships to upend, dictatorships,
islands to reach, children to feed, after
the end of every ebb, like the sea, we heave, ...
#oppression
#freedom
#HumanRights
#sacrifice
#rebellion
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 10:58pm
27th Jun 2022 10:58pm
We
#anger
#hate
#women #rebellion
#women #rebellion
54 reads
3 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 11:53am
21st Jun 2022 11:53am
God's Strike!
The voice of the Passenger
Has been denied.
What would U like 2 say about "The Strike."
Don't blame it on Labour.
Don't blame it Liberal Democrats.
Don't blame it on Con-ser-va-tons.
Blame it on God,
He's the one in the wrong!
©20/6/2022.Wired6.
Has been denied.
What would U like 2 say about "The Strike."
Don't blame it on Labour.
Don't blame it Liberal Democrats.
Don't blame it on Con-ser-va-tons.
Blame it on God,
He's the one in the wrong!
©20/6/2022.Wired6.
#power
#LifeStruggles
#rebellion
55 reads
7 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
Private
Private
Poem Published
13th Jun 2022 5:48am
13th Jun 2022 5:48am
Bitch In Silence {Duppy God}
#love
#utopia
#God
#TruthOfLife
#rebellion
80 reads
0 Comments
skg373
Cera
Cera
Poem Published
6th Jun 2022 7:40am
6th Jun 2022 7:40am
Voice of Righteous Fury
It must have been the fire in the sky,
There was murder in her eyes.
Sky blue and ocean green,
Her lips the saving grace
Speaking what remains unseen.
Courage to speak the brazen truth,
Words of protection for the youth
Voice of song and righteous rage
Haloed in silver sheen
Bleeding candor on the page
There was murder in her eyes.
Sky blue and ocean green,
Her lips the saving grace
Speaking what remains unseen.
Courage to speak the brazen truth,
Words of protection for the youth
Voice of song and righteous rage
Haloed in silver sheen
Bleeding candor on the page
#anger
#strength
#rebellion
125 reads
1 Comment
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
24th May 2022 8:01pm
24th May 2022 8:01pm
She's over there ( You mean Tilly ?) shut up she's looking over, shit she's coming over. Hi
Wild child of the broken streets
flash mob where the false smiles meet
punk rock for the paupers,
disappointments only daughter.
The rain tasted of your name,
swept away with a different strange.
She separates her mind
from what you believe,
to dance away the day
with thoughts like thieves.
Headwind of the hurricane,
night riding the slow train,
I saw you in a summer dress
big boots and a frozen mess.
dyed hair and catholic shame
another cut and gone again.
She separates her mind
from what...
flash mob where the false smiles meet
punk rock for the paupers,
disappointments only daughter.
The rain tasted of your name,
swept away with a different strange.
She separates her mind
from what you believe,
to dance away the day
with thoughts like thieves.
Headwind of the hurricane,
night riding the slow train,
I saw you in a summer dress
big boots and a frozen mess.
dyed hair and catholic shame
another cut and gone again.
She separates her mind
from what...
#teens
#LifeStruggles
#rebellion
146 reads
6 Comments
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