Best Solidarity Poems
China's might is people based
Why are they being so abased?
Free expression under a ban
The locked in souls; woman and man
A nations tapestry; world known
Where are its champions?
Has all reason flown?
An unyielding wall came down
Through Dictates based
On un-safe grounds
The wall is cracking. now stress lines show'
As army's of people aren't allowed to go
To buy a vegetable; or stuff to wear, its so!
Its not a place now; of debate or philosophy'
But of fear, and; oppressive; autocracy.!
The sunflower is the national flower of Ukraine. The flag is blue and yellow,
and people are using those colors as a symbol of freedom and unity.
flowers of the sun
beneath blue skies of Ukraine . . .
plant one in your heart
March 3, 2022
for Robert James Liguori's Sunflower Haiku Contest
I raddle in my silly little cage.
Pacing and begging.
From whispers to screams.
I beg.
But none hear.
None want to.
It's all just for nothing?
But then when the light is fading.
When nothing seems to glimmer and shimmer with delight.
Something so small will happen.
If your too busy begging for your god, if you have one, to hear you just might miss it.
Something simple.
Something sweet.
The most meaningful though.
Would be seeing another, pacing and raddling at their chains.
Some one trying desperately to be better. Hating the situation around them, with minimal options.
That small look though.
That soft broken smile.
Isn't it so sweet? Something close to bliss?
When you see your pleads for all the pain to end echoing on a strangers face?
A look that whispers softly, showing a broken apology and a mutual shame.
One that only we can see, they say they can but they don't ever know the real meaning.
The one of recognition, of being seen as a human being, of having someone share the pain without question, without resentment nor hesitation. That small moment of solidarity.
It'll be quick, it'll be so so quiet.
So watch.
And listen.
You just might see more.
No one can hear, there is just too much noise.
But I bet you can see.
You are not alone in this pain.
But when will you see that the chains holding us all in this torment,
Well, their our own silly little wish, for a world without pain.
The thing holding us back is the wish to not cause pain.
Such a shame they only learn by their own tools, mainly breaking the broken.
I think they know it but do you?
To be kind
is undoubtedly
an excellent quality
like all people
should applaud
An important
factor of progress
- even though we live
in the age of selfishness
A hand of friendship,
forming strong bonds
Emotional warmth
It pays to be kind
... good institutions and solidarity
- of love and respect
Believe in love ...
understanding and tolerance
- Goodness is contagious
... but not dangerous
11.06.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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He is much depressed
He needs much comprehension
He sometimes is drunk
He is a good poet
He has in God a strong faith
He feels so guilty
He becomes sober
He writes a faithful poem
He tries to be free
He is a souper
He finds solidarity
He has many friends
base of emotions depths of despair esprit de corps
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Written 1/20/2016!
I kneel with all right across the globe, I kneel in solidarity
i stand with all the kneelers and I do it with some clarity
As a national flag is just coloured cloth designed to divide and rule
Indoctrination starts when you're young, vulnerable and still at school
This continues into the workplace and at sporting events too
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Freedom of speech is what it's all about
So I'll stand with all the kneelers to give freedom a shout
As the colours of this flag are just a sign of imperialism
The mark of an invader, the mark of materialism
A fake patriotism that's forced upon you
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
To be persecuted for not standing to attention
Is for the whole world to see and is up for contention
As signs of fascism and hate are all around for us to see
So freedom of speech is what we must guarantee
Well I refuse to stand for the flag that is red white and blue
But I will kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Watching the world being Sieged by a bunch of terrorists,
Cramming ALLAH,the prophet and religion mistakably
May shed obvious tears,however,resume ongoing solidarity.
A bond of love and friendship,
A unity of hearts and minds,
A spirit of togetherness,
That leaves us feeling so sublime.
A hope that binds us all,
A strength that we can share,
A dream of peace and justice,
That will take us anywhere.
A promise to stand together,
Through good times and bad,
A commitment to our values,
No matter what we have.
A chance to make a difference,
A courage to be brave,
A willingness to listen,
And show we all behave.
A pledge to never give up,
A light that will never dim,
A bond of solidarity,
That will never end.
Darkness beckons me with each new day
Remembrance of my desolation seems to persistently stay
Cataclysmic past still haunts my troubled mind
Convalescence becoming unwavering, Consummation I find
Anguish constantly overwhelms my aspirations to improve
Vanquish each memory, Condemnation is removed
Unpleasant occurrences that steadily came to pass
Unmanageable situations, My resolution transcends, at last
Ingenuity shall be my guide
In myself, alone, I shall confide
Unworthy existence became my heart's outlook
Reclaiming my resilience that disaster overtook
Self conviction speaks to my innermost being
Realization of reality redirects my life's meaning
Overcome these afflictions through solidarity
In myself, alone, shall I uncover my clarity
A Song for the Hopeless
By All That Remains
Some people can draw
Some people can write
Some people like dogs, others like cats
Others like both or neither.
Some people like to sit out in the sun and chat
Some people like to sleep in and make music after dark
Some people can't tolerate smoke
Some people can't tolerate noise
Some people can't tolerate sarcasm and some
can't tolerate intolerance.
That's like what 5% of 99% looks like
and if I can't post this here,
then where can I?
Bounteous blessings on the tent watchers
the strategists
the dancers
the photographers
the voters
the meat eaters
the ones who eschew meat
the ones who really don't care either way
Bounteous blessings on the people who speak
with their own voices
in the moment
and have the grace
to allow others to do so
Bounteous blessings on the people who after they've spoken
reflect on the moment
and reconsider.
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Occupy everywhere
The chains of our heart must shake hands
As metals and magnet clings so tight
Our fate clings to the marriage of our land
So as one body we need to arise and fight.
Shadows as soldiers arise our soul to scare
Masks as fire frowns at our hope to melt
Our image is ours not to flare
So as one band let's arise to defend.
Aliens want our aged pillar replaced,
Friends see our flag as fake
Ours’ to make our voice not disgraced
So we need to join force to decorate our cake.
Rodents without invade our green land
Foreign robes sigh at our precious gold
Ours’ to hug and kiss our identity card
So as a fence let's guard our field of gold.
The ingredients in our pot of soup are at variance
Members of our body stand as islands
Ours’ to spray our friendly fragrance
so we can build this tower as a band.
As broom sticks we need to glue together,
Dirt have risen to dent our hope,
Ours’ to sweep them out to yonder
So as one family we will live in a clean home.
This pot of soup must be cooked
Ingredients must live in peace as brothers;
Ours’ to make this family hooked
So our aroma of love can travel beyond our borders.
Our fatherland; built by the aged heroes
And fenced with the bricks of peace and dignity
Ours’ to protect and not to make it bunch of zeroes
With our hands soaked in love and solidarity.
Easier would be
load the world
on the back,
if everyone participated
with his shoulder... !
Inside woolly mittens, they kept each other warm
From frigid, chilly temperatures amidst a winter storm
They huddled up together, these friendly fingers four
Until they heard, "Hey! I am not here to ignore!"
It was their stubby next door neighbor, Thumb.
"You're warm together in a mitten but I'm going numb!
It really isn't fair and what's worse I cannot see.
I'm bustin' outta this mitten, I'm going to be free!"
So this stout, angry thumb worked until he poked a hole
Looking out into the snow as cold began to take it's toll
Just as he began to regret and gain some clarity
Four friendly little fingers poked holes in solidarity
What's a bit of frostbite for four loyal digits smitten
In a fingerless glove that used to be a woolly mitten
January 19, 2023
after 9/11 New Yorkers came to realize
that they need experienced people to keep their eyes on their prize
their airports, professional sports venues and historical landmark sites
require a strong security force to watch over them day and night
we are now an essential part of everyday society
we keep the people safe and protect their property
at one time they called us rent-a- cops but not any more
we are visible everywhere even at the 99 cent store
we are the front line defenders and we work hard everyday
yet why do some people feel that we don't deserve a decent pay?
we are the security officers of 32BJ and we stand in solidarity
to make New York a safer place and a stronger community