Best Masses Poems

New Age Poetry For The Masses


0' WOW! I can write like this too
emotions, deep emotions spilling
 on my keys!
Hot butter oozing in my brain
Midnight the sun shows to effect
Bus ride today was brutal,
old tramp begged for a dollar,
I tossed in a quarter and smiled!
There was...

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The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of...

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My footfalls echo; touching down before my shadow,

City of souls passing on crowded sidewalks; drowning in self

Deathly cacophony of indifference engulfs our ranks like a silent murderer

 Will you hear their lingering cries, amongst the howling winds of change?

But is it really change or self...

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ages of death, past deeds done
corridors of history,we beat our drums
yesterday's blood, washes our hands
armies we march, bring out the band

we carry sorrows,  for all mankind
they run through our veins, crawl like vines
tomorrow we say, we'll find peace
reality is, death always feasts

bright expectations, a...

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If the masses works a slaves and servants
For these politician… great and giants
       Poverty will prevail
       More families will fail
There will be a war of the plants and ants.
 


For follow the leader...

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When we agitated, they said we are mad
But they never cared to make us glad.
When we erupted like the volcano, they swore
But forgot our hearts that they tore.

We asked for necessities
But we were chased away by their securities.
We cried, that they might pity us,
But we...

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Make your 
   poems 
   clear 
so that they can be 
                         understood 
by all who 
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Villanelle: The only thing the masses can buy

The only thing the masses can buy
That’s not listed on the stock market
The one-way ticket out of our sky

They scrub they shine they barely e’er cry
With no bats to defend their wicket
The only thing the masses can buy

Marx...

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Haunting and haunted, 
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting, 
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument 
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl. 
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course 
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound...

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This man refusing to enunciate
who sounds like someone’s missing marbles found
by his mouth took a vote in which escape
has hands-down won against rolling around
a schizoid tongue by an everyone-but-one
to one-against-which-one-won margin, stubs his toe
on stakes in the ground and moves swiftly on
from religious talk to...

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It is now too late for you to
Straighten up and

Fly right!
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
It is too late to love your neighbor
There is nothing left to do now
But go back into the nothingness
From whence you come.


Day and night will no longer
Be separated...

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Huddled Masses 

on a bus
		the closeness of fear
					          traces life’s boundaries.


©11/27/2017

submitted to – 2 or 3 LINE POEM – Poetry Contest...

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Message for the Masses

We are more alike than different
Our aspirations, believe it or not, divine;
Created through love and fantasies,
Separated, by the confines of our minds! 

Minds that houses thoughts, with
Clouded visions of reality;
Another’s version of the truth,
Through eyes too blind to see!

See the world as...

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I stood within the masses
as they yelled out you are not one of us
and felt relieved...

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Do you ever feel like –
You are being driven onto jagged rocks
By an unforgiving tide,
Searching for a refuge,
Searching for somewhere safe to hide?

Feel the world is spinning much too fast
And you are barely hanging on,
Like a vinyl record spinning out of control
And you don’t like...

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