Best Oppressions Poems
Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that,
Like a bubble in the air
Have to be content with only
Being fidgety inside myself.
When the rocks try to stop
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied,
Breaking its head on the rocks,
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.
Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?
Unable to do much about oppressive relations,
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom
endowed by nature, in relations.
But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression,
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.
Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.
the volcanoes are also destined to remain
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.
Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'
Categories:
oppressions, anger, angst, betrayal, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
A time when only a few dared to fight
against a foreign tyrant,
A Poet rose to speak
Oppressions suffered by Filipinos
in his writings, he revealed
A Poet with no fear
Freedom he sought through his powerful pen
Killed for his words and beliefs
A Poet noble act
“Mi Ultimo Adios”, his final notes
left a mark and legacy
A Poet, a Hero
18 April 2018
Note: Dr. Jose Rizal is a Philippine national hero, a prolific poet and novelist during the Spanish colonial era. 'Mi Ultimo Adios' (English translation: My Last Farewell) was the last poem he wrote before he was executed in Manila on December 30, 1896.
Categories:
oppressions, hero, history, poets, tribute,
Form:
Kimo
Hi I am a leaf!
Of a tree, I am the beauty.
I work hard and fulfill all my duty.
For the tree, I make food,
Which I share with all my dude.
So, I am generous not mean.
As I am born, I am green.
I think I might,
Be as bright as light.
Because of my beauty, I'm full of pride
Just like a beautiful, pretty bride.
I am soft, tender and nice.
In my heart, there is no malice.
I dance, as the wind blow.
And slowly and gradually I grow.
Then comes the rainy season,
And obstacles come on by one.
Rudely comes the rain with lighting & thunder.
"What should I do?", I wonder.
"Should I lose my courage and patience?
Or should I fight against their oppressions?"
I didn't lose confidence and I won.
When the rain had gone,
I was full of pearly dots of water,
Like a neck of a wife or a daughter,
Adorned by a necklace of pearl,
Which is as pretty as the smile of a young girl.
Gayly the birds fly and the squirrel squeaks.
Days passed and passed the weeks.
Then comes the time of bitter cold,
Comes the time, when I become old.
Ya, Winter arrives! Comes the day,
When my color fades away.
My color changes from green to yellow and then to brown.
As the spring arrives, I fall down.
Hi, I was a leaf!
Now a new leaf will take my place,
And run in the life's race.
In my whole life I'm silent but rustle after demise.
From deep of my heart I wish to give you an advice.
Like me, live the life cheerfully my friend.
Live the life before comes the end.
Be courageous, never lose confidence.
Never be haughty, never have arrogance.
Don't live with a foolish pride,
Because, one day, you'll also be died.
Always help the meek,
And never harm the weak.
Everything you get, you should share.
And respect all those, who take your care.
Life isn't so smooth, it's rough.
But nothing is too hard or tough.
Always give a try.
Now bye, good bye!
Categories:
oppressions, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Personification
"Living love is better than prophesying love."
Quote by Poet.
Many people are confused with
the now situation of the World which
was caused by many bogus resolutions.
Peace could be reigning
all over the World by now.
Colonisation was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Apartheid was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
Racism was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Slavery was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
focus on Injustice operating
system in the world,
Yoh! This cruel world,
Yes! Cruel world,
Where majority oppressors
" bullies" always laugh at victims
of oppressions secretly and publicly.
August 26/2023
Categories:
oppressions, inspirational love, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing the pavement
With bare and busied feet.
The Brazilian beauty
Who prides herself as
The representative of blushing.
The one who catches the bouquet
By chance and
Throws it away before anyone notices.
But on a theory in a slip of time,
Before the extinct proposition
And an oddly proportioned new born,
Curls a quivering life form
In the belly of this woman so sweet.
Born from innocence and named Mary,
For the sake of Jesus.
She is not 36 nor is she 16
Yet she is at the fruitful age of 57.
And at 57,
This symbol of love and innocence
Is fumbling with the curiosity
Of breast feeding her unborn child
That wiggles and withers with frailty
Inside of her.
Dark wood,
Unimaginable line,
Where could you have gone
When the pages were as blank as the faces
And for the life of you,
You couldn't tell the difference.
Just say it.
Rip it from the tip of your tongue.
Show your taste buds no mercy and speak.
Grow.
Expand.
Consider the possibilities when
It appears there are none.
Enjoy the pain
And embrace all oppressions and oppositions.
Slumber in the smutty bluntness
Of a marital masquerade.
Quit it
Then keep it going.
Move the stones
And bend their broken subtractions.
Crack the indescribable aptitude
Of times motive for murder.
Explicate reason,
Smoke your lungs away,
Cry your eyes out,
And suck at the wastelands.
Categories:
oppressions, adventure, allegory, angst, life,
Form:
Free verse
FOR MY SAKE,HIS LIFE WAS AT STAKE.
FOR MY SINS,AT CALVARY,HE WAS PINNED.
FOR MY TRANSGRESSIONS ,HE GAVE HIMSELF TO OPPRESSIONS.
WITH ACCUSATIONS THAT WERE FALSE AND BY HUMAN FORCE,
CHRIST WAS NAILED TO THE CROSS.
THIS SHOWS THAT.....
JESUS IS MY VINE
WITH HIM I CAN SHINE
AND WITH HIM I AM FINE BECAUSE
JUST AS FAR AS THE EAST IS FROM THE WEST
AS FAR AS GOOD IS FROM EVIL.
AS FAR AS HATE IS FROM LOVE
AND AS FAR AS DARKNESS IS FROM LIGHT
SO IS HIS DIVINE MERCY.
CHRIST WAS SACRIFICED.
THE BATTLE LINE HAS BEEN DRAWN.
THE ENEMY IS AT WORK.
HIS VICES ARE PROVING TO SUCCEED.
***********,MASTURBATION,NUDITY,FILTH TALK AND IMMATURE SEX
ARE HIS LETHAL WEAPONS.
MANY OF US HAVE FALLEN AT THE MERCY OF THESE.
QUITE ALRIGHT,THE FIGHT IS TIGHT.
BUT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT.
TO STAND UPRIGHT
TO FEEL ALRIGHT
AND TO SHINE YOUR LIGHT
BECAUSE GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN ME THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD
THE BATTLE IS NOT OURS BUT THE VICTORY IF WE REMAIN UNDER HIS DIVINE MERCY.
LET US BE BOLD AND PRAY TO GOD
FOR STRENGTH AND FAITH
AS WE LIVE ON EARTH.
DO NOT DETEST THIS REQUEST
BUT DETECT ITS EFFECT AS YOU PERFECT YOUR LIFE.
LET US CALL ON THE HOLY SPIRIT
TO INSPIRE US,
TO ASPIRE US
BEFORE WE EXPIRE.
Categories:
oppressions, devotion, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
ABC
Fugitive
Fleeing the confines of mind
scurrying over addled thoughts,
sorting through lifeless sermons.
Challenging the confines of conformity.
Fleeing oppressions oligarchs
loosing a flow of vitriolic viciousness,
hell bent on pissing off the world
signing on as the “devil’s advocate”.
Running off at the mouth,
parsing paths chosen - by the chosen.
Fugitive!
Worn boots, frayed cuffs,
sun washed shirt, ruddy face,
narrow eyes, impish grin,
peering into a future,
dancing with a shadow.
3/16/2016
submitted to – A Fugitive – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Categories:
oppressions, growing up, life,
Form:
Free verse
you could say im cold and that i have a heart of stone
if you looked into my eyes even you would feel alone
in this chambered heart of mine lies a love thats never known
in this deceitful world of souls i refuse to let my love be shown
i harbor hatred for protection and fear as a shield
my feet are shod with sorrow and anger is what i wield
i refuse to play the fool..ignorance is for the masses
i am no ones fool in this world full of vastness
i live not in a house of bliss but reside in a house of pain
my world is not full of sunshine ...just constant pour of rain
i am no longer a product a commodity of someones gain
i have manifested thoughts to break oppressions chains
i embrace the darkness that gives meaning to the light
and i embrace the terror that instills fear in the night
i am one who sees the beauty when you turn your head in disgust
i am one who sees perfection when all you see is rust
you love to smell the roses and see beauty in a flower
but refuse to acknowledge stench in beauties final hour
a wilted rose a dying world a place of manifested thoughts
decietful hearts in a spiders web deception is what your taught
Categories:
oppressions, introspection, house, world, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
THE AFRICANS OF OLD.
The Africans of old
At night, slept and of Africa
For Africa they dreamt
Of a day to come
When Africans will be free
Uhuru Uhuru Uhuru
From every form of enslavement
And oppressions.
The Africans of old
In peace and harmony coexisted
mpende jirani yako kama unavyojipenda
Oh they knew how to live
For self and their community
Ubuntu Ubuntu Ubuntu
Hold a man up in his most darkest hour'
For I am because we are.
The Africans of ages past
Held true friends with both hands
For to wash one hand properly
The other is implore.
Won mo 'That a man without a good friend
Was he without a good fortune'
Awethu Awethu Awethu
Because the power to be - ing
Resides with the people.
ghops
Categories:
oppressions, africa, allusion, black love,
Form:
Didactic
Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night
Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes
Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes
Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....
"Do you really know pain," they asked
As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away
Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed
While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep
Chasing off the waiting vultures these
Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....
Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex
Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~
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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?
Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions,
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"
Categories:
oppressions, angst, life, sympathy
Form:
Something is coming in my mind now.
I think about the destruction of Iraq
And some iraqis Innocently
by some arrogant politicians
who could not find
weapons of mass destruction
which they suspected in that country
And they could not think to repair the lives
And a lot of things destroyed in the wars
Which they created.
The state president was hanged publicly
Because of some lies and jealous of his
few colleagues who hate the development of others
Some iraqis took refuge to where their problems
came from to heal and prepare future revenges.
they are silently angered like bombs
which are ready to explode soon.
Now, they have some good positions
in the governments of these countries
waiting for the days to start some bombardments.
As some people don't want to destroy injustice
in the World at this early moment...
Will they stand some attacks from inside
and outside?
Answer is " no
and no."
The more some oppressors continue oppressions,
The more victims infiltrating among them
to hit their heads
seriously.
It will be late to fixe the problems
When some people will start singing ,
the first shall be the last
and the last shall be the first."
This is not a prophecy
But It is a reality.
Some big thinkers
Can think of it daily.
It is an open alarm
That sounds loudly.
July 5th 2023
Categories:
oppressions, conflict, imagery, people,
Form:
Free verse
I looked for you in the
corner store amongst cheap bottles
of wine that give no intoxication
no ecstasy
I looked for you pats the
lonely matron, pushing her
roller backpack across dirt stained
rugs amongst aisles of hard bound
paper knowledge
I looked for you in walks
as the sun sank into
confetti whirling pink, blue
then black like the bruises
on my heart. Walking past
black and silent streets
and houses on All Hallows Eve
I looked for you when I
got home to an empty
apartment, tired and hot
staring a the computer
screen, dog and cat
Farmyard, circus of the
Soul
I looked for you in the
massages and abuse
the oppressions and
genocide
Asked the question
why do I like the
villains in the stories
and movies? Lack of
power? Or wanting to
seek and unattainable
goal and be willing to
do anything, fight the
law, fight man, fight
God to obtain
I looked for you in
my room called the
library amongst dusty
books, earthquake hazard
I looked for you in the
random encounters, platonic
or
otherwise
Look for you when I am
with friends or when they
are to busy for me, their
lives like vessels and
my own stuck in the
sand. The wrong river
of time, not ebbing but
flowing nowhere
I looked for you in solitude
this whole empty weekend
where I had to wrestle
with myself, Jacob and
The Angel of the Lord
David and Goliath
Jesus bleeding sweat
that glistened in the
pale moonlight of
Gethsemane
gone
Saw the snake in my
dream erupt (or did I?)
out of the underground
cave from below
Am I close?
A breakthrough draws
closer? A change about
to begin?
I looked for you and
realized it wasn't you
at all but me, the
old me sitting, standing
walking, searching
Out of myself I know
how to live with
myself and laugh, sing
whirl in joy with this
realization of being with me.
Categories:
oppressions, faith
Form:
I see just like the existence of very bright daylight,
A community sharing, caring, rationally bright;
Unified under the shelter of love and brotherhood,
Freed of every contemptible wickedness and falsehood!
I see citizens, like angels, hover around happy,
None selfish, deceptive, dishonest, greedy and grabby;
Harmony, like the movement of very cosmos, rhythmic,
Facts, like mathematic logics, are so logarithmic...!
No quarrels; no fights; leave alone any war and battle,
Each one is happy and content - both humans and cattle;
No hunger; no thirst; poverty and illness have a place,
Oppressions and depressions seem replaced by divine grace...!
Governance, like a wave-less ocean, is calm and peaceful,
Freedom and justice flow like streams placid and delightful;
Animals, none wild, move and play amidst human beings,
Creatures, crawling and creeping rest, each one's moods agreeing!
Do you know, in such a nation, like Adam, I'm living?
To it, like a loyal subject, my mite I am giving;
I know, my hope, like that of Job's, never be put to test,
It's because I trust Utopia, my true place of rest...!
12 November 2021
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
oppressions, imagery, imagination, life,
Form:
Rhyme
P erky poets penning perfect poetry
O f ordeals, oppressions, over joyfulness
E ntreating, enticing, exciting entries
T elling the tales told through time
R ich rhyming romance, riddles and rib-ticklers
Y es!
S avouring sensual seductive spaghetti soup
O n lookers ovations of one-upmanship
U niting us in ultramodern, understanding of
P oetry
Categories:
oppressions, people, sensual,
Form:
Alliteration
Could chronic stress,
like sleep deprivation,
noise and light and air pollution
also derive
by avoiding barely still alive
high-risk trauma messes?
Sometimes sadly beginning
prior to economic and political puberty
Including multi-generational suppression
misogynistic sex tensions
and monotheistic depression
and homophobic repression,
hateful Othering paranoid impressions,
chronic monocultural climate despair,
uncivil disinvested oppressions
Endarkened
by a popular FirstWorld
anthro-privileged
secularizing, dividing, dissociating
evolutionary theory
of mutual assured predation
damnation
degenerating ecosystemic deflation,
ecocidal extinction
of once sacred synergetic EarthLove
elation
Or at least
co-empowering messianic missions
for restoring EarthJustice
mental ego-health is physical eco-wealth
co-relations.
So, go on
all RightWing
WrongHeaded;
service yourself!
But
I doubt you will find
your God's RightHand solipsism
resiliently satisfying
much less sacredly edifying.
Uncovering ecofeminists
and recovering peace mediators
are done being your ***** punishing bag!
Your indigenous justice
community resonance hag!
Did I hear that out loud?
Oh, any polypathic way,
Does chronic lifetime-anxiety disorder,
win/lose competitive stress,
contribute to multi-generational high-risk trauma histories?
Sometimes beginning long before adult maturing transition
from Either/Or fundamentalist childlike conditions
not Both/And exploring inside/outside
neuro-sensory double-boundaries
in-between healthy, mature win/win resonance
and lose/lose despairing dissonance,
positively and negatively
therapeutically and traumatically
correlated
In older adults
sometimes producing increased market risks
and opportunities of dementia,
with unfortunate paranoid demise
Rather than fortunate co-invested
peaceful
pleasured
mindbody post-traumatic surprise
of warm unconditional outcomes
in win/win Paradise.
Categories:
oppressions, anxiety, culture, health, history,
Form:
Political Verse