American Dream Poems - Poems about American Dream

THE AMERICAN DREAM

I grew up a white boy in suburban Ohio.  My parents both worked,
we had a nice house…I played on a little league team.
Yes, growing up in Ohio….I was sure we were living the American Dream.

Back then I thought the Dream was accessible to everyone in the country we live in….
It wasn’t until year laters

american dream

america belong to america
america belong to a city nation
america belong to the streets of america
america belong to the streets of a city nation
the streets of america is the streets of a city nation
the streets is the violence of america
the streets is the violence of a city nation

a city nation is a country nation
a city nation

MEGALOMANIA AMERICAN DREAM

          sans geography
      The USA is this world
        others, planets...

     Japan is Russia
        Brazil is in China
      

Capitalism, The Failed American Dream

the damned alarm howls at 5 a.m.
like a thirsty rabid dog in the dark.
I throw my bones into a threadbare suit,
and drag my carcass out the door.

the streetlights flicker, dying gods,
the freeway hums a tired hymn.
coffee burns my throat—
fuel for another round in the machine.

the boss with his middle fat finger,
his gold watch, his ulcer

an American dream

an American Dream

An American election is important for the world 
right now, I see a dilemma on the one hand
we have Trump, who is too old, power once
in his hands, the bullet missed and struck hard 
confidence is not cock sure his grip has loosened
Yet, his meeting with mortality might make him
a great president
The universal hatred the political

Help Me Reviving The Dreams

The Dreams… 
That human beings pursue Freedom and Happiness
That men share all of Mother Nature’s resources
That all religions and faiths practice Compassion
That land and sea disregard the boundaries
That men’s skins recoat in the Blue Earth’s color
That we can tell alien visitors: We are Earthman!

15 January 2024

The Decline Of The American Dream

In shadows cast on amber streets,
The American Dream is fading fast.
Once a beacon and why it now wanes,
A tale of loss, of silent pains.

Industry roared, cities grew tall,
But inequality cast its shadowy pall.
Corruption crept, unchecked and sly,
Dreams thus fractured, our hopes left to die.

In the land of plenty, hunger grew,
As greed's poison tainted the red,

Impossible Mission To Sleep On Opposite Side of Marital Bed

Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls
some resembling Indigo Girls,
one foo fighting beastie boy
unable to adjust snoozing 
on the left bedside.

Don't ask me why,
cuz we (all the barenaked ladies 
who gifted me 
with their uncommon

The American Dream

In the land of dreams, where hopes take flight,
There lies a vision, shining bright.
The American Dream, a beacon of desire,
Igniting hearts with its eternal fire.

From distant shores, they crossed the sea,
Seeking a life where they could be free.
With boundless potential, they dared to dream,
A nation built on hope, our story seemed.

Opportunity embraced the bold and

Dr Martin Luther King Jr Dream, Hope and Inspiration

Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth,

Driving Through the American Dream

Streets are long,
here where the town shifts into
linear ranks of commercial blocks
out-pacing the moving cars.

This is America most everywhere.
All that can be seen from a car screen
lays its naked desires out
in the pale meat of the indiscrete.

Strip Malls blot a Lego landscape,
corrosive ribbons stretching on
to a somewhere just the same.

Nail salons and 'gentleman's' clubs
signs of

American Dream Iv - Trains - After 9-11

A mournful train whistle,
that most evocative sound,
heralds the departure and
the wheels start their round

There can have been few things as 
satisfying as a long slow train ride,
especially across those rolling spaces
seen from a window, safely sat inside.
We dreamed our American dreams,
listened to all those train songs,
in our minds made those journeys
as we sat and sang

A World That Pretends To Be Happy

The pursuit of happiness 
is the American Dream
but how can I be happy 
if I ain’t spending?
What kind of world 
have we all come to live in
where happiness is sold at 
filthy auctions?
Add it to my cart online
and hope I’ve earned free shipping. 

Go to college,
get a job,
make something of yourself.
I did exactly as the

Love Letter To the American Dream

Love letter to the American Dream

Time has not been kind to the Giantess

Of American fame. With dreams they come

Attracted to the bright beacon promise,

Only to be dashed against the fear-dome

Of freedom lost. The Sea-washed, sunset Walls

Stand tall, guarding a crushed and crumbling Empire.

Her ruthless eyes watch for any exiled souls

That dare cross, clutching in hand

Disintegration of the American Dream

Since I left you I found the world so new 
‘Left’ meaning that as I got older and grew 
I realized every apology you ever construed
was a strand in an intricate web of your lies
where is the full explanation? 
A spiraling maze of emotional abuse under the guise 
of a man living the American dream

• Short American Dream Poems
• Famous American Dream Poems
• Best American Dream Poems
• Read American Dream Poems
• Long American Dream Poems
• American Dream Quotes