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THE SOBER TRUTH OF MY LAND

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THE SOBER TRUTH OF MY LAND

Am I missing some thing.Do I misunderstand,as a witness I stand,witnessing the folly and madness of my land. For the devilish materialistic feel of cash in their hand,they will cut the hand of their brother man.All just to conquer the materialistic land,of jewels and the delight of the upper hand.To grandstand.As a man I need to see the youth and the children prosper, on my land not to be grown and groomed by the devils deceptive hands,hugging our land with both arms and both hands.We blindly,hug him back and eat from his hand.Falling into hells quick sand,then have the audacity,to ask what happened to my land and my children,damn.Yet this is my land,but among it all I stand with a paper,pen,rum and a half burnt cigarette,in my trembling hand.Trying to understand the waste,breakage,contagious,venom spewing,disadvantageous,ways of corruption leads and impedes my land.Yet I take firm stand,trying to understand. My home is my land I contemplate the people of my land,as my mind runs through my land,my heart beats to understand the bleeding and dying of my land.Young people die for no sensible reason,body's drawn out frequently with white chalk every bloody season, because of a color they believe in, and the gangsters that survive, they survive but not breathing,because of all the material,drugs and music they believe in,thus it destroys life's true meaning.It leaves the better inner  self bleeding and dreaming for a  dosage of truth, but no that's so aloof from our youth. So there stuck with old lies and a sweet corruption that rottens their tooth.The soil that their soiled in rottens their roots and the music that they listen to obfuscates and never relates to the truth.Their future is dim,their chance is slim.The boys want to be tu pac and the girls lil kim.Everybody wants to be a actor,in a gangster film. So I just sit back and watch the show, you know,to watch and see how far they go.I watch gangsters barely survive,not even making it to the age of twenty five leaving behind a single mother to cry.I see people sell drugs just to get by and consume the same drugs just to get high,to fabricate their emotions with the feeling of a temporary high.I seen the toughest of the toughest guys, fold in a withering cold and die,as hopeless blood leaks from their inside,along with every single lie they supported to survive.My home is  Queens new York.

Contest Name	MY LAND IS MY HOME
Sponsor	 ~ SKAT ~

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  1. Date: 6/14/2012 5:54:00 AM
    A belated congratulations on your placement in Skat's "My Land Is My Home" contest Elliott. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 5:53:00 AM
    Much emotion in your description of your homeland and I pray that there are much brighter days ahead,,,how does that song go "one day at a time sweet jesus",,much strength to you,,,peace and love, debra

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 8:10:00 PM
    Awesome write Mr. Bowe--Just posted a poem dedicated to you "House on Fire". Your poem has emotion that I can never know and hope not to learn first hand but I thank you for sharing, because in sharing perhaps we can all understand and learn and grow and do something about in whatever way we can----together--hopefully.

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 6:24:00 PM
    Queens!! You are an awesome writer, Elliot...

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 6:05:00 PM
    This is such a powerful poem. It reads like a rap, the rhymes are just there without being obvious.

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 1:38:00 PM
    ELLIOTT, congrats with your beautiful FROM the heart poem about your home and land~, xox* PD

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 1:07:00 PM
    I don't understand your placement in SKAT's contest. Not just because I like - LOVE your poem, but I've read the other's and sure they may be heartfelt SURE but THIS passionate write just DOES NOT compare to the rest... something fishy. Don't worry though you HAVE comments that explain this and YOU know that this just does not compare. This poem won my heart, Gwendolen's heart, her daughter's, heart, Nette, Don, pd, Vie, Richard... smh Don't even worry <3

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 12:53:00 PM
    This is outstanding...we have a place in my land where poetry is read out loud...This would be a show stopper bc when it is read out loud the way u probably intended it to be, it is FREAKING AMAZING!!! My daughter liked it too! Applause for sayin' it like it really IS! Gwendolen

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 10:35:00 AM
    my mom likes this and she's not even into poetry. I withdrew the last line because it's where she's from and I didnt want her to be biased. THEN after she commented I added the last line as the cherry on top. This was incredible <3

    Britt Avatar JustcallMe Britt
    Date: 6/11/2012 10:36:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    IS incredible <3
  1. Date: 6/10/2012 5:40:00 PM
    long but at least it rhymed. seems i go to work everyday to support someones habit thats not working. having to stay clean of drugs and vacations. i lost my freedom somewhere.

  1. Date: 6/10/2012 1:00:00 PM
    yeow, my head is swimming with the grit of your words, elliott.. been to queens but found bronx more inciting... beauty!..:) winning huggs!

  1. Date: 6/10/2012 2:50:00 AM
    very bloody awful good, paints a picture as it should, could be a rap delight, with just a touch of bite, well fn understood... record it mate orright....

  1. Date: 6/8/2012 11:50:00 AM
    WHOOOOOOOOOOOOA..... so deep and true. This obviously comes from your heart. Keep writing and keep writing <3

  1. Date: 6/7/2012 9:24:00 PM
    WOW! Elliott, some lands are no dream lands... I think, i don't want neither roll, of a gangster or actor... i like solo, me... this poem is excellent..always~PD

  1. Date: 6/7/2012 6:50:00 PM
    deep Elliot,can we get this on a flag flown from the statue of Liberty....

  1. Date: 6/7/2012 9:31:00 AM
    Soup mail xx

  1. Date: 6/7/2012 6:55:00 AM
    Very strong emotions steaming forth Elliott, well written good luck in the contest and have a great day and hope the sunshine has your back this morning luv vie