Inspirational America Poems

I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn,
Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn.
For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low,
While the...

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CRISIS TEAM:HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP  

AGENT BROWN: HELLO I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN  THREE OR FOUR AM I CANNOT BREATHE PANTING...

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The decor of laces,
And fragrance of lavenders,
In the land of Georgia,
With attire of antiques,

The melody of wind chimes,
Echoing in harmony with grand piano,
Like heaven is...

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Seek shelter from the snow and rain;
from wind and stormy ocean waves.
Seek shelter not to be in pain;
with elements, do all that saves.

But, there's a...

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I will not force a dream on my kids
to chase college or work that does not suit them
run after the things that make you smile
what...

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Groomed to never see it coming,
we wake the past in restless sleep;
Our two cents grounded in quicksand;
Poor spelling, no checking, it’s a virus;
It tends to...

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Written By:  D. Collins 10/10/23


Ask a black man in America just how he feels?
He’ll say like Ukraine, he’s not down with Israel.
Called refugees after...

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The Drawer

In the drawer in the kitchen,
there is a bit of this, 
some of that, 
and everything else! 
Well, nearly so. 

There is tape, and...

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Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never cry
Old soldiers live in our heart
In our guts
Forever
Old soldiers live in our pride
In our huts
Forever
Old soldiers live on
Old soldiers...

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A dog in Alabama
    a snake in Tennessee
  A toucan in Alaska
    a mule in Kentucky

  Texas...

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Was sitting in my wheelchair in my den,
My son, playing with trucks on the floor.
The smell of pot roast wafting from the 
kitchen door.
I thought...

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if I said to you “think”
would you then turn to your mind

the one that is full to the brim
with a past that is filled with...

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The very essence of my cells vibrate with exuberance for his love, grace, kindness, and blessings.
In conversations during the day, the creator is my roots...

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders...

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When I mark my ballot
I make certain of the ink...
it is always red to me!
Each stroke, a limb – 
each downward pressure
an attempt at stopping
the...

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