Best Revolution Poems

Abandon futile attempts to run
Behold the process has begun
Step toward your darkest fear
Let’s flip the switch to a new frontier

Penetrating deep within
Evacuate your mortal sin
This brave new age is imminent
And it will be magnificent

Arouse you from your fantasies
Now descending into anarchy
Warmest welcome to the factory
Where...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches,
and the calloused hands of a carpenter,
where ink stains fight oil slicks,
where the soft susurrations of...

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Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?

Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!

Marie, Marie Antoinette...

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I was attending a birthday party, once when summer was young.
We played games on the back lawn, beneath the huge orange sun.

Colorful birds were tweeting, almost the way that people do,
To say good morning sunshine, what is new, and I do love you!

The guest of...

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REVOLUTION BABY


Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
Newsflash!
We...

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“Pale Words Riding the Revolution”

it takes a woman
to bear the pain 
of a world ripping
wide open, apart

a part,

the child 
crowns crimson 
marked forehead
cheeks and lips, bloodied 

kissed awake
readied for the hunt
their tribal screams 
heard sweetly, 

a revelation 
borne 

shot like 
an arrow 
straight
from the heart

the...

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New Years Resolution?
Heck no, I don't care

Making time to suffer
I see no reason there

Eat a little less
lose the sugar and the salt

Eat a good dinner
that's what i was taught

Try to get some exercise
maybe lose some weight

Really, I have no problem
with my plus size waist

Slow down...

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Revolution Number ‘12



Old habits are hard to break
As are new ones to make
But through trial and error
And maybe facing a terror
One can learn to ease an ache


Changing can be like fighting a war
Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor
The good, green and gold
Versus ways ignorant and...

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When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation will soak,
no longer could we the people hear the pope.
The skies will burn an angry crimson
and the corrupt will pay...

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We called the police
  but no one came
We tried 9-1-1
  it wasn't the same

We placed a request
  for a social psychologist
Who showed up
  a part-time mixologist

She surveyed the scene
  Five shot, four dead
Mixed some bloody Marys
  Then gagged and...

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...He reformed the routing patriots,
formed a line atop a rise, Perrine’s Hill,
brought in General Knox and the artillery,
commanding the mass through sheer force of will.

He needed to buy time for the main force
to march on and join up in the battle,
the British kept coming, soon...

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Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately, the nasturtium-clad fence is high enough. The noise is getting...

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In December 1776
the revolution was at a low ebb,
the patriots had lost at Long Island
and the survivors through New Jersey fled.

Desertion was high as many soldiers
though the cause had been beaten, and was done,
Cornwallis pushed after those who remained,
less than five thousand militia with guns.

And...

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...It also left their powder pretty wet,
but their was something command had foreseen,
and they brought extra artillery guns,
less vulnerable to the moisture’s sheen.

Washington hoped they’d make it by midnight,
but they weather slowed down the whole affair,
it was near three AM when all unloaded,
the commander felt...

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In America there is talk
of changes coming
Revolution is the tune
that we've been humming

We’re all standing on the ledge
they're trying to push us over the edge
To politicians standing below
just waiting for us

It started with whispered words
in backroom places
From the shadows it took to the streets
through nameless...

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