Backlash Poems - Poems about Backlash

The publisher of Roald Dahl’s books Thought changes should be made To make the books “inclusive,” But attention has been paid With many writers speaking out To criticize the plan (Despite the fact that Dahl’s ideas Made many not a fan). An example that I read of Would remove the use of “fat” If a character was overweight – Now what’s the use of that? What...

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I'm on point of psychosis. I'm haunted by silken dusk. howls echo to wry Croesus. reflects my deep-seated whimsy brusque. 5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke LIND30 Rhyme Poetry Contest...

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The earth is warming year on year. Our reckless ways must take the blame. Catastrophe is getting near. Now backlash we begin to fear, But still we won't admit our shame. The earth is warming year on year. The carbon problem is quite clear Yet we go on with risky game. Catastrophe is getting near. The...

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Throughout America, oh, dear, Which let their Mr. Trump lead them To believe it was all ok. Now, America must say what We all will experience As Covid-19 does its thing And backlashes us all insane. It will be wild, us fighting it, Without a vaccine to help us Listen no more to anyone Who’d lead us like sheep to slaughter. W.C.Hull © 2020-29-6-H1461-2571-I52- K52-39-L59-11 W.C.Hull © 2020-29-6-WCH-2-4...

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I never thought I would write about a virus, A pandemic turning the world into a circus. They say great events cast their shadows before, I tend to agree as coronavirus assumed the fore. Not by accident, as most world leaders declared, But by design to set the stage for what was made. And give the world a different shape; another...

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One quick lethal blow One tormenting flash A taste of the pain Should we ever part Harsh poison chalice Steer far from my lips AP: 2nd place 2020 Submitted on December 18, 2017 for A DECEMBER STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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Reminding you of a girl you once knew, You thought you loved but she broke you in two, Her makeup was different, but the baggage she left you was the same, In your brokenness you compared because it was all about gain, Healing was in progress but the process wasn't finished, You ran ahead to the next woman in hopes...

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The devil is i, and i the devil. A reflection of his ashes made flesh, intentions once good, a captive, now deformed, becoming the syndrome that is Stockholm. Yet, i still part of the "norm", with an appetite for destruction like a Gun and Rose song, can't seem to find the "norm" in my everyday...

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