American Life Poems - Poems about American Life

Granny said that all things have a seed and that every seed produces its own thing to be reaped: good or bad:- At the time, it was hers and the bible study lesson to be taught and remembered; however, at that time I didn’t get the full allegorical meaning of what they were saying: good or bad:- Now, at...

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Kill me Kill me Kill me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me… … my life Kill me Kill me Be mine Be mine Be my… …My heart My heart My heart You good Perfect I need you You love Love Love Be love Be love My love My love I need I need I want I want Love Love. Feel me Feel me Touch me Touch me I am free I am free Feel me Feel me Love Love I am yours Yours Own me Own me Regards, Vilmos ...

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poet from the hood rapping to himself entirely misunderstood expressing his emotions his whole life full of nothing but chaos and commotion imagination is his escape potion thankful to be alive mentally exhausted of the daily grind and strive lyrically inclined words swarm in his eclectic mind like bees near a hive no pen, no paper only a white tee, grey sweats and street jive open-word, open-street...

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'Black Lives Matter' the perfect 'PC' slogan to mask criminal activity to 'Defund the Police' For if black lives truly matter the group's aims and its violent means are the height of hypocrisy Just ask law-abiding black folks screaming for police protection for their families and their community...

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This is Africa a friend to the west and home At west with Eastern coal River Benue bend us to farm River Nile march her name like Nobles night of bliss in Cairo She is the anchor of sun with earthen heritage This is Africa the joy of mother earth The domain of nature and earthen fertility Like Bee's and Honey comb Africa...

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In the music of life there will be sound and rest, In every day there will be work and rest, The contrast is important, Finding the balance is the test....

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It comes natural. To want to save time as well as money. We incur convenience. Readily available to what we long most. It occurs quite often. The constant clipping and saving. In search of the best deal. Not taking into consideration that we might be short changing ourselves. The shredding and discarding of things we don't use. The big brand we call love. Thought to...

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In a way this sort of feels like school. One moment we're curiously writing and passing notes to each other. The next we're caught and sent off to detention. I never knew which box you checked. Yes. No. Maybe kinda sort of. There's a lesson to be learned from all of this. Which one I am really not sure. I wasn't paying attention....

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We left the safety of port. Rising and falling wave after wave. The wind stung our face. Abroad tensions rose. Never seeing water the way we've seen. Tossing and turning. The ship slicing the strong current. Together we hauled toward the anchor. Spotting the largest wave we'd ever seen. Hurling towards us with everything she had. We set sail without guide. This perhaps the worse storm yet. We...

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I love the night. It makes the things we can't see that much easier. Finding our way to the light. The stars are beautiful. Appearing in perfect dark. Perfectly placed. Such a calming sight. To escape in a dream. Proof that the most beautiful things reveal themselves at the right time. Shoving their light in the dark. Shuffling all the reasons I love the night. It's comforting.  Losing track...

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Just jumping in. Everything comes to a halt. The first few moments don't seem as bad. Depending on length. The line of cars. In a sea of metal Something wow happens. Metal crashes into metal. Causally passing by. Everyone is okay. Making sure to see what happened They drop speed. The police attempt to make it through to the scene. Little to no debris. No never-mind to...

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In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon. Stretching and yawning. Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry. Opening the door to her apartment She climbs down broken stairs. It's payday Friday. The mail man is late again. Opening her box closing it right back. She considers direct deposit, Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs. To a notice on the door. Excessive noise complaint Rent...

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We've torn down buildings, and built new ones Yet we have no foundation. We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless, It is seen else where first. It too is a reality that we've created. This feeling that can only be described in Braille. We too are restricted. These bumps that go unnoticed. The mumps in the crevice...

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Then I realized my mistake. I searched the world not realizing that the world I longed existed inside of you. Wherefore I felt I needed some sort of permission. Some sort of console. Instead of accepting the card I knew hid face down in a deck of the same face cards. I manipulated the cards to what I...

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Love is but a rope wrapped tight in various knots. Just when you think you have one undone; the next is a bit harder to undo. If not careful it becomes tighter and the moment of anticipation begins to fade. This hurricane of twisted thread, bind as rope. Willful to this release. Time is key to those deserving; Creating a memory that will last forever....

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