Best Election Day Poems
Today is voting day, I must make it a goal
I'd rather take up residence at the north pole
All the cat fighting
And name calling
To be honest ,I don't want neither one in control
11-8-16
Alexis Y
Categories:
election day, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Whither those songs of patriotism
Of which they so freely spoke?
They new-breeds have been fully clad
In old and worn-out costumes
The rickety customs are on the thrive!
Surely we are in a new heaven:
There many things must be amiss,
The old chant-songs of undue death,
Of rigorous riggers and their thugs,
Of vagabonds, vandals and more!
Where are the voters?
Those sands of men whose presence
Have been acknowledged in today’s books?
Voters indeed: they were there!
Isn’t today like former days?
Categories:
election day, satireold, old,
Form:
I long for Tuesday.
Politics invade through calls
each hour, begging votes.
Categories:
election day, peace, political,
Form:
Haiku
If doctrine and dogma
held a conference with reality
and an agreement was reached
on a common philosophy and set of tenants
Would that be a paradox or paradigm shift?
Categories:
election day, parody, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Day to choose between
Multiple alternatives
Picking the less worst
Categories:
election day, humor,
Form:
Senryu
“Election Day”
by: Eric L. Boddie
By plane, train, bus, car or boat
I’ll travel the Earth to win your vote
I can’t say when I’ll finish, but I know when I’ll start
From this day forward, I’ll be campaigning for your heart
If elected, I’ll serve you well to the best of my ability
I’ll deliver your heart to a state of tranquility
There will be no new taxes on your emotions and things there of
I’ll do everything within my power to erase your deficit of love
I don’t have a foreign policy, you are my only concern
Home always comes first, that’s what the other candidates must learn
And in the event of war, you are mine to defend
For your honor I will fight until the very end
Healthcare will be provided, and your economy is sure to flourish
I’ll work my fingers to the bone to ensure that you are well nourished
Your soul will be educated through love, respect and dedication
I’ll declare everyday a holiday for you to show my appreciation
So when Election Day comes, just who will you choose
I’m the best man for your heart, with me, you can’t lose
Categories:
election day, crush, emotions, love, women,
Form:
Ballad
Election Day Footles
Non-Voters
Passive
Asses
Unenrolled Voters
Selection
Defection
Last ditch pitch
Stand out
Hand out
Crumpled and pitched
Pamphlet
Spam-let
3/3/2016
Categories:
election day, humor, political,
Form:
Footle
This autumn morning with the birds waking up
and the leaves changing is Election Day. I meet
Jane Trichter on the downtown train and discuss
Henry's upset. Her skin is soft especially her cheeks
and she is intelligent and sensitive. The subway riders
do not recognize their representative.
All week, at the office, I accomplish nothing substantive
but keep the aides and interns working
and cheerful. On Tuesdays there is always a wave
of constituent complaints, by telephone. One woman's
Volkswagon is towed and the police break in
to get it out of gear. Do they have that right,
can they tow even though no sign said Tow Away Zone?
It is an interesting question but I try to avoid
answering it. The woman persists and succeeds
in committing me.
The people at the office want to bomb Iran. A few Americans
held hostage and therefore many innocent women and children
pay the postage. It may be good classical logic to hold responsible
the whole society for the acts of a few, however, then
I must begin to expect the bomb and the white cloud that waits.
Apocalyptic visions are popular again
but we are more likely to thrash the earth to within an inch of its life
than scorch it to charred rock.
Corner of Church and Chambers,
German tourist's language, accent repels me
although I wasn't alive 45 years ago
and many sweet, great Germans opposed the crazy Nazis
but lately I've read Primo Levi's If Not Now, When?,
seen William Holden in "The Counterfeit Traitor",
have followed the argument started by revisionists
who say the Nazi atrocities never happened.
War brought many shopkeepers, bookkeepers close to their earth,
weather, seasons, death.
I see daily life as low-intensity warfare
as my father, the World War II vet, did.
Off to work we go. What is war?
Population control, mother of invention, diversion
from the work of making life permanent.
Today is Election Day and because it's a day off
for most municipal employees, the City Hall area
has been quiet and easy to work in. Henry and Jane
hold a press conference on teenage alcoholism.
Leslie, the other aide, who I'd like to draw
the stockings and clothes off of and feel her whole body
with mine, goes home with her mother, leaving me
standing by my desk with my briefcase at the end
of Election Day.
Categories:
election day, america, bird, city, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Election, Schmalection!
It's not we who choose.
It's Congress that picks the one they will use.
It isn't the people,
Who vote the man in.
It's the Powers That Be who decides who will win.
It's the Politicos,
That are running the show.
You agree with their wishes or you just have to go.
The Mob is passe.
It's called Politics now;
But they're one and the same, just a bit more high brow.
Categories:
election day, political,
Form:
Triolet
When I think about this year
and all the stories that we hear
of Clinton's crimes, and Trump's remarks,
and how the media embarks
on efforts to distort the truth –
it makes me want to be the sleuth
who solves the crime, and coins the jest
that puts all questioning to rest.
But alas, it's not to be:
unscathed is the uncertainty
that rules our minds, afflicts our hearts –
yet deeper thoughtfulness imparts.
Perhaps it's how it's meant to be,
this dialectic that we see,
this thesis – anti-thesis dance
which in the end might just enhance
our understanding of our plight.
But is that real? Could it be right?
Could Trump and Clinton be the two
that make the dialectic true?
– on one side the establishment,
with all its ills and crimes,
and on the other Brexit Trump
whose monologue begrimes?
If I could well evaluate
the matter as it stands,
(and be quite sure the end result
was in the voters' hands,)
should I support one of these two?
Or vote for good Jill Stein?
Or maybe not to vote at all?
(I'd happily decline.)
There is no question that the worst
of all is HRC,
and that she must be stopped
(against all probability).
But to stop her, must I
compromise to such extent
that for the loony Donald Trump
my one vote must be spent?
If certainty is what we want,
it's there with Hillary.
Corruption is her certain trait,
and base dishonesty.
With Donald, it's the big unknown,
no telling what he'll do –
if his advisers aren't too bad,
might be a happy coup.
With Clinton it is clear she'll
sink us deeper in the slime.
With Trump, who knows? He might
surprise us in a little time.
So what is my conclusion
after all this pain and doubt?
To vote for Donald J. and
hope that he will bail us out?
I don't see an alternative,
though Jill Stein has my trust.
The reality's unfortunate:
It's Donald Duck or bust.
Categories:
election day, poems, political,
Form:
Political Verse
November Eighth Election Day
By Franklin Price
11/8/2016
November eighth election day
The end is finally here
To the dirtiest campaigning
Ever run for most the year
Both parties were ferocious
In pursuing president
If they could go a darker place
That's exactly where they went
No subject was verbotten
Whether truth or outright lie
I was so much shocked and awed
Should I laugh or should I cry?
Those days are now behind us
The polls will open soon
With voters waiting at the door
To cast the liar or buffoon
Hate to have to say it
But that is what they are
After you have cast your vote
I'll meet you at the bar
We'll drink the voting day away
We will have done our civil right
Voted who we thought was best
Now we'll drink into the night
Watching TV's first returns
And the exit polling views
Broadcasting and predicting
We may believe it if choose
It is not over 'til it's over
'Til the final vote is cast
Don't let the pundits keep you home
Go 'til the polls are closed at last
No matter who the winner is
The liar or buffoon
We voted, did our duty
The end results apparent soon
When the winner takes the office
And becomes our president
It will soon become quite evident
If our vote was rightly spent
Categories:
election day, how i feel, political,
Form:
Rhyme
He woke unto the morning sun
His halo cracked from sleeping wrong
For today’s the day elections take place
Today’s the day for the saving grace
He promised all that vote for him
To do what the current cant for them
The promise was to regain the throne
And destroy the devil so they could roam
Democracy still rules the gates
Every 1000 years a new challenger debates
As the ruler of the current prepares
To combat the challenger for the coming years
“I promise all that vote for me
To banish the bad unlike the hero you see”
These were his words to gain the votes
As all the angels gathered to hear the quotes
The current ruler stated this
“We need evil to balance” as there was a hiss
All the Angels heard this bliss
As the current ruler let his tongue slip
The challenger out of fury replied
“I think we have an imposter I tell you he lies”
Heavens population did not believe
As they thought it was a trick by the new one to deceive
The current one stated unto the crowd
“My fellow angels here me out loud
The one you see before my eyes
Is truly a devil in disguise”
The challenger now taken back
Turns to crowd and hastely attacks
“If that is the case why does he not see
Those horns around his head higher than me”
The crowd notices and begins to smeer
As the current removes his robe and gear
Revealing his true form unto his peers
Revealing scars of battles through the years
“What do you think of me now?”
I got these scars from fighting the you
I did my sentence now reformed to true
I used to be a devil but now I am like you
The crowd stood back and cheered him on
As forgiveness does reign in the kingdom
For he was right there needs to be bad
For without it there would be no reason to be glad
The challenger of good in shock and disgust
Relieved himself from heaven to dust
For now he is challenging the world down below
Who knows the new Satan could have wings and a halo
Categories:
election day, art, faith, forgiveness, life,
Form:
Election day is a short time away,
And each candidate has pretty much had their say.
So now the ball is in our court and we must choose,
As to whom will lead this country’s next four year cruise.
One offers change while the other offers truth,
So search your heart while you’re in that booth.
The one with the experience seems to be trailing right now,
While the other mesmerizes his followers and I don’t see how!
The man that I choose would take a bullet for me,
And never stop fighting to keep this nation free.
Question, how can you be Commander and Chief,
If you’ve never been in the service, Good Grief?
How can you tell someone how it tastes if you’ve never taken a bite?
And we need a proven warrior to end this fight.
Please use common sense when you cast that vote,
A lot is at stake, and a wrong choice may not have an antidote!!!!
Categories:
election day, political
Form:
Verse
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Categories:
election day, 12th grade, anti bullying,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
On Election Day
Party manifestoes re echoes for the last time
These saviours in their most humble selves
Are sincere with their requests;
They want to repair that which was never ruined.
They will bring plenty money on election day
Very plenty money,They know we are hungry.
They don't want us to starve anymore,
So they will pay us for our votes.
And...
Many of these intellectuals; the internet critics
And the so so will be home acting as watchdogs
As the election progresses.
Their votes would have made a fat difference,
To the final outcome of the election results, but...
We'd all rather hope, pray and still wish.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Categories:
election day, abuse, africa, emotions, hyperbole,
Form:
Didactic