Best American Dream Poems
The American Dream is dead indeed
A victim of American Greed
Trickle down they said we’d try
Then proceeded to suck us dry
The One Percent seeking thrills
Living large in Beverly Hills
Paying minimum wage even though it kills
And the middle class can’t pay their bills
Infinite growth is just a dream
Some would call it a Ponzie Scheme
Leveraged living by the way
Selling tomorrow to pay for today
On this you surely can depend
Certain destruction in the end
Time will pass it’s always the same
Just the same old political game
Some other fool will take the blame
Absolving us of our Great Shame
As always the best government money can buy
Politicians ready and eager to comply
Super PACS no need to balk
The Supreme Court ruled money talks
Citizens United paved the way
Now Plutocrats will have their sway
Most will suffer a few will play
But in the end we all will pay
The greedy deeds of Kleptocrats
Both Republicans and Democrats
Business as usual the same old malarkey
Democracy taking us to Oligarchy
But be of stout heart and have no fear
Climate change is already here
And in the end it will be clear
Sooner or later we’ll all disappear
The beauty of the dream
Even fools are allowed in
Misinformed and crawling on narrow stony roads
Yet in this land anything goes
We all have the right to our opinions and views
Apparently even old fools
One day soon
Guns will be taken
So that freedoms truly rule
As the clowns dance
One day
Poets shall rule
Remember this! Obama was no fool!
Angelic facial features with huge sparkling eyes
A perfect youthful dewy complexion
Very long silky looking thick hair
Red pouty lips moist with bright cherry gloss
Long red nails with big sparkling rings
A 22-inch waist, with perfect measurements
Legs that go on and on, forever, with
Perfect feet and toes in spiked heels
A very busty hour glass figure....
This air brushed enhanced fantasy woman can be found in most fashion magazines.
5/18/19
This was poem is written to bring attention to teenagers and the perfect body images they are trying to compete with. This has caused self-esteem issues and eating disorders as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. It would be so nice if our society depicted normal healthy realistic women in fashion magazines!
Run freedom child; keep thy body low amongst the shadows,
Nay never look back, lets hastes speed excel your stride,
For the devil’s steeds ride behind thee, and they’ll show thee
No mercy, run freedom child, run, towards the distant horizon.
Travel beneath the lunar light of the lantern moon, let its
Rays of illumination guild thee, towards liberties jurisdiction,
To the northern boarders beyond slavery's killing fields.
Beware the night-stalkers whom ride by the white lightening’s
Flash and sting at the bared flesh with the task-masters lash,
Humanities wolf pack on a blood scent’s travel, biting at thy
Unsaddled heals, Run freedom child, Run, for they are a Coming!
Deep within the hollows divides listen to the whispering winds,
It echoes with a low mournful tone, a sounding’s rheum vibrating,
With a shock waves raw force of power, it is rails of freedom
Burning towards thee, Harken freedom child, and listen to the
Thunderous cries of the Underground Railroad.
A payments ticket price, is the will to survivor as a free man,
Stamped by the inner beating heart’s desire, to taste the air of
Liberation, and to soar with his winged appendages outwardly
Amongst kindred flock as equals.
Beware my friend for far above thee, two birds of prey are
At battles striking range, for your soul’s precious blood.
Behold the southern night hawk, struggles to drag thee back
To entrance of hells gates plantation, yet the great eagles
Sharpened talons are driven deeply within its crimson bleeding
Flesh of ignorance, biding thee time to flee to freedoms
Safety zone.
Run freedom child; keep thy body low amongst the shadows,
Nay never look back, lets hastes speed excel your stride,
For the devil’s steeds ride behind thee, and they’ll show thee
No mercy, run freedom child, run, towards the distant horizon.
All aboard cling to the iron handles of the freedom train,
Ride by the light of the shivery moon’s lantern of illumination,
And harken to the sounding’s echo of freedom’s distant winds,
Calling unto the souls of all men to be free, to excel, and to
Soar with the currents of equality as equals, amongst thee
Brother’s kindred.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Today is a new day it's 6am and I have woke up to skate it's too early in the day to let troubles ruin your day I'm going to work a 12 hour sift just for today a lot of things on my mind that need to be cleared away and not with the use of haze so I'll just have to skate my troubles away today is a new day tell my problems go away so I can just skate the only problem I have is not being able to skate
I saw a cloud today
shaped just like smile
Then I saw it fade
became sad a while
Sitting there in wonder
I Had this Little Dream
About the lips that smiled
on a face I'd never seen
Then I heard a whisper
That I could barely hear
Telling me to smile back
So I did from ear-to-ear
FROM DREAMS OF DREAMS OF THE SEA AND ME
(FOR TONI M.)
Standing, staring seaward,
Sore eyes see the horizon resting content
On the frothing pillows of the beaconing sea;
Here I stand consumed in the web
Of lingering thoughts spun from dreams of dreams
Somehow always dreaming back to me:
Incomplete
Drifting dreams deferred.
The sun peeks out under shades of clouds reflecting
Sable apparitions: Beautiful blackbirds’ breasts
Gleam with ebony luster:
Sweet silent stares shatter.
The chilled ocean breeze conjures
Whispering echoes of screams:
Ancestral moans and groans echo
From the bowels of sunken ships;
Staring seaward, stepping sand
Backwards, I leave fading footprints.
The echoes follow.
ONLY THE DREAMER DIES…
The arid winds steal
Our tears.
The sterile dust tease
Cystic hopes
Of dreams deferred.
At shrines of Lazarus
Visions
Beckon the faithful
Silencing
The wailing discontent:
Only the dreamer dies; the dream
Lives on.
Only the dreamer dies; the dream
Lives on.
Man has lived a hard life
While trying to live free
Voting and living in fine
Houses never intended to be
Somehow treated badly while
Others took away their families
Rosa Parks wanted her rights
In Montgomery Alabama
God knew the struggle that
Man always endured in life
Beating half to death
And crying in the night
They took away their daughters
And used them to satisfy lust
The only way to survive is
To do what they must
Many long years have passed
And many rivers they crossed
Some of them were saved
But most of them were lost
Abraham Lincoln through
God he freed the slaves
But somehow along the way
They lost a lot of braves
With his headquarters in
Atlanta Georgia arose
Dr. King
Now they can began
To let freedom ring
With the dream that he had
To unite every nation together
So their children could walk
Hand-in-hand in a land
He tried to make better
Dr. King spoke of peace
Didn't believe in a gun or knife
He wanted freedom for everyone
To live a better life
His dreams foresees
All nations of children walking
Hand in hand
A better future, a better life
Was always Dr. King’s plan
He said I've been to the mountain top
And I've viewed the promise land
I may not get there with you
For this is God’s plan
I don’t want you to cry or
Mention the honors that I received
But speak of how I've helped this
Nation and tried to supply their needs
Like most people, Dr. King
Wanted to live a long life
He knew he had to work swiftly
To win this holy fight
January 15, 1929 marks the
Birth of a righteous man
April 4, 1968 he was
Taken from this land
A single shot, a life have fallen
And taken from his family
He believed in the movement
That started in Alabama
Because of his dream for
Everyone in this world
He willingly gave his life
And wanted every nation
To seek peace,
And try hard to love
Now we look back at all
The struggles of Dr. King
And we see a somewhat better nation
Because of this man’s Dream!!!
Within a catcher, dreams do scream
feathers redeem
man's sullied soul
sweet dreams the goal
Within their vanes they transfix
each demon lick
each channeling's
imaginings
Within the web they flutter, curs
nightmare mutters
beaded offerings
each feather sings
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Just a Minute!
Date 10/20/12
*It is believed that the origin of the Native American dream catcher (or Indian dream catchers) is from the Ojibwa Chippewa tribe.
My mind went on a trip one sunny day
In that trance I was president
Papa was proud of me
Mama felt pleased too
“You are a natural leader” said my neighbor
“I knew you would make it, it’s not a fluke” commented another
Frenemies surfaced in haste
My face was on TV
I was a president on the move
Ain’t nobody stood in my way
I travelled far and wide
My term was short
I had to make an impact
Etch my name in the hall of fame
History had to have my name
Time is a march and the powerful are drummers
He who drums loudest leads the song
His life is lavish and his abode magnificent
Look who is drumming
Would they be drumming if I weren’t president?
Are they friends or foes?
Only time will tell
Then there was a reality check.
The chimera was over
I am just who I am
The same old nobody
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 a warning pyre.
“What has happened to my American Dream?”
The people cry, “Promised were we, a welcome-world
For the tired, the lost and homeless.” “Whim,
Were those words. Turn back. As lies you were told.”
The titan glare glowed world wide, gates were shut.
Hopes dimmed. But like Lazarus, would rise again.
they or a team
both have dreams
they walk side by side
to be free is there guild
world wide
FREEDOM AND PRIDE
TO WRITE
TO READ
MY AMERICAN DREAM
POEMS AND BOOKS
ALL IT TOOK
MY AMERICAN DREAM
IS TO BE
WHO I WANT TO BE
NO HOLDING BACK
MY AMERICAN DREAM
TO LEARN AND GRADUATE
TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY
TO PUT FOOD ON MY PLATE
MY AMERICAN DREAM
TO MAKE MY MOTHER PROUD
AND DO THINGS SHE DIDNT KNOW HOW
MY AMERICAN DREAM
TO GO TO COLLEGE
AND GET PUBLISHED
TO WRITE ABOUT MY PAST
MY AMERICAN DREAM
IS TO BECOME FAMOUS
AND EXPLORE THINGS IVE NEVER SEEN
THIS IS WHO I WANT TO BE
SO STRONG WITHIN
THAT NOBODY WILL STOP ME
MY AMERICAN DREAM
IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME…
How long
must we still march
and sing---
our feet grown weary
and facades of justice
quietly silencing our voices?
Today
we remain footnotes
to his story---
our story
a cocooned legacy
of a pregnant dream
hanging
in the tangled web of time.
Matrices
of pseudo gains
continue
to tease un-ripened minds
with scams of liberty.
Today
in due time
in due season
we will rise up
from the pit we’re in---
rise up
and catch the fallen dream
laying it in the warm nest
of the bosom of liberation---
and incubate the waiting vision
of our destined realities
singing songs of redemption---
ringing bells of freedom
dancing to the beat of liberty:
Indeed
the flame of determination
burns eternally
and the love-journey
of the unshackled
continues toward the trysting place.