Best Proudly Poems
PROUDLY TATTOOED
Proudly tattooed I am for you,
I saw you going to have one too,
My ink is stained,
For I never feigned,
To have one alone, we are a crew!
Only your eyes will bear on it,
And mine on yours, so it is fit,
Will we become addicted?
O what the heck, it’s predicted,
We’ll never see fit to quit!
Tattooing is now an adventure,
No longer a risky venture,
Seek out a tattoo artist,
Go have one on your wrist,
No longer need a censor.
I love the tattoo that I had done,
It has been such tremendous fun,
Did it hurt, yes it did,
So much, I flipped my lid,
My darling, love it on your bum!
Choose wisely, it is there to stay,
The next day, cannot wish it away,
The thrill of having this fling,
Beats almost anything,
No longer an area grey!
Seems I've never done a 'back-to-school' poem
Why should I have? I never left ...
And it will be served proudly
Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along barren horizons, where prosperity
once flourished and visions found a future waiting,
not running to hide behind another’s idea
of the perfect way
When at last, a friendly sun finds its peak
and hope is reborn, replenished hearts reach,
hands held high, not open and low,
hanging in lines, creating excuses,
taking, taking, unearned…
Promises echo and are held, common words,
Thoughts spoken, not disguised for popularity,
Strong words spoken in truth,
to matter once again, to be a man, a woman,
a child, proud with bright eyes and a destination,
regardless of color, blinded by opportunities,
wondering why hate still screams, loudly,
from near left alleys it bellows, chanting victims,
confused, ignorance is confusing
A new day comes, people will matter,
living will mean something,
difficult days lie ahead, but few…
the greatness will shine, the country will prosper,
and the forgiving will unite,
accepting those who can’t, but will
and we will be great again,
and proud to be who we are
Still some will linger in the offices of old,
faded ceiling tiles and paneled walls,
buying the lies at three times the price,
drinking the tainted kool aid,
following those who would lead them to the edge,
jumping because they are told
and blaming it on another….
Noon today means lunch, not free,
nothing is free, but it will taste so sweet,
not the bitter aftertaste we have grown use to,
something to be enjoyed,
nourishment that has been needed,
desired, waited for,
and it will be served proudly…
to everyone
I am Black, Am Proud,
Not slack, but Smart,
As intelligent as Any Caucasian,
Africa gave life to other continents,
Let’s say She is the Cradle of Civilization.
You can’t underrate me, calling me a backlog for I
Know that I am an Absolute Specimen,
Maybe you don’t know the African physique is the unique
Prototype of God’s first creations.
Am proudly African,
Am No Racist,
A Humble Gent who Believe in Racial Equality,
But the Love for My Fatherland is all Encompassing,
So Natural...Landscapes with unique scenery,
Human Resources Intelligent and Hardworking,
Mother to the world.
Yes I am African,
And proud to be one.
Yes I am black,
And from the third world,
Full of hunger and
drought,
Poverty and doubt,
Lack of opportunities and
all,
But am I not alive?
That is enough to love my
motherland.
My hoolahoop may have
been an
old bicycle tyre,
My dining table around a
fire,
My alarm clock a cock's
crow,
And my lamp a lantern's
glow,
But sure thing is, it was
still home.
I may have to comb my
hair with
a hot comb to make it
straight,
Get thorough beatings
from the
teacher when late,
Call an aeoroplane a big
bird,
Have my dolls made of
mud,
But thats just home,
And there is nothing to be
ashamed about.
I may choose to walk to
save ten
shillings,
Repeat a word severally
to show
emphasis,
For example...I walked and
walked and walked,
For that is how I believe
the point
will get home.
Here, William is a whole
different
name from Bill,
An octopus a ***** type
of fish,
But thats just home,
And there is nothing
wrong
about it.
Being black doesn't make
me less
human,
Neither does it hinder me
from
things that can be done
by the
Americans, Europeans,
Asians,
It doesn't make me too
dark for
God to see,
Nor does it stop Christ's
saving
blood from flowing over
me,
I am just a product of
God's
marvelous work,
And so I am proud to be
African,
Cause God my Creator,
Don't make no junk.
Nobody decides the continent he comes from,
No one influences the nation he belongs,
No child ever choose his or her own family,
All happened by fate, or rather a divine arrangement.
I am from Africa the origin of life,
Nations of the black people,
Homeland of heroes now and heroes past,
Land of wealth and riches,
Where milk and honey flow like river.
Bounded by water and land,
I am African, beautiful and elegant,
Extremely black and exceptionally bold,
Having a heart of gold with a diamond skin.
Very rare with uncommon values,
My fist are made of iron,
I’m made to love God and mankind,
Always to defend the good and fight evil,
I am African, born African, proudly African.
© 2011
American flag
Men, women freely signup
Freedom is not free
Nov. 11, 2012
Judge me, all ye judges
All ye, without guilts.
Spit your verdicts
I'm prepared lick the muck.
.
Point fingers at me
Men with polished nails.
Condemn me
Men with vile tongues.
.
Guilty!
I plead
To all charges
Levied at me.
.
I desire sanctions
Appropriate measures, ruled.
.
'I was asked out
As a life long mate
I concurred
For I was yet a lad.
.
Days died, days lived
Months grew old and grey
Years rode on life's rolling-coasters
I was deeply in love's depth.
.
My first love
Took me out on dates
Made me believe, I did believe
None was better, none would ever.
.
I believe the lies
For they seemed true
Now, do I realize
Truthful lies are lies too.
.
My first love: my past
Died last night,
I did hit him with a bat
Before dawn births its light.'
Once more stirs the leafless wood
As the wind of winter blows--
Not at all the place for these:
And yet proudly pink, she grows!
~Mel~
In the dark
Beyond the reach of light
When the day is clothed in black cover
And color, height and size exit the stage
When all, without exception is levered
By the highest commonest decimal of nudity
Devoid of illusion of furs and feathers
Tempting the eyes of shamefulness and shamelessness
In dead dark night nakedness
We return to beings called human
United with the effervescent rhythms of nature
A turn, and back behind the beginning, we are
Turning the time to timeless Eden
Stripped of all trappings and wrappings
Of façade and fallacy of fashion;
Vile fame and vain fortune
Base beauty of clothed eyes
We become knotted with the elements
Stark naked as we once were
When nude culture was the couture
In the stark dark night
We stand naked and true
Naked; pristine, pure and proud
.
I shall begin
where belated endings start,
in sun-bleached bones
of late lessons hardly learned.
And I shall end
where early beginnings stop,
where wounds are healed
and fresh scars are proudly earned!
.
I ‘m the ecstasy of unborn hopes and dreams
The frankincense in the moon
The tide in the ocean
I’m the reason for the morning
The pathway that leads to life
I’ m the epitome of wonders yet to be known
I’m the reason why the world will laugh and smile
I’m the virgin source of fragile dreams
The oracle that holds beauty in her palms
I’m the hope that ferment good tidings
I’m the origin of love and the source of all perfections
The future of the world
I’m the destiny of all human race
I’m the next unrevealed world power
I always carry on me, the color of all days
For all I ever care, am a ***** and am proud to be
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
An old soldier was sitting on a park bench
When I happened to stop and rest awhile
He said I’m getting weary of these days
As I see my old comrades fade away
He looked at the poppy I was wearing
You know your poppy should be worn with pride
With some saying men should wear it on the left
And women should wear it on the right
Although the Queen wears hers on her left
For the red of the poppy is for the blood shed
On those terrible dark days remembered
The black centre is in grief for those we lost
Finally remember to wear it at 11 am on your chest
For the time the guns fell silent
I shook his hand and said
Thank-you for your service
And I left him sitting in the sun
An ANZAC with his duty done
So proudly wear your poppy for them.
© Paul Warren Poetry
So Proudly Trump Failed
When down everyone Trump again hailed,
Said to them so proudly I have failed;
Had to admit,
Together forget;
Down under bills sank and not sailed.
James Horn
Without Trump, the Reporter's Supper
was great.
Trump like a swan is a Trumpeter;
Loud noice and fat neck have to endure.
You’ve always been my greatest joy,
My precious gift from God above.
I’ve tried to guide you on your way
With loose held reins of mother love.
Faith and loyalty and trust,
You have them all in great supply.
You’ve answered to your country’s call.
I didn’t let you see me cry.
My lonely heart is filled with love
For man you are, so proud and strong.
On bended knee, I’m praying now,
Your country’s need won’t be too long.
I am not there as once I was,
To pick you up if you should fall.
I can but pray to loving God
For his protection over all.
I thank you and your comrades bold
For sacrifices you must make
In hiatus from your life’s true goals
For your beloved country’s sake.
7/3/12