Best Stratification Poems
RACISM, A DISASTROUS ELEMENT
I look at the world horrifically,
With depression and disgust,
As the masses enjoys in poverty
And fear.
I look at the world horrifically.
Every places, full of stratification,
And unlawful massacre of people.
Hmmm! What a cruel universe!
I look at the world horrifically.
Yesterday, raping and killing,
Today, racism,
Tomorrow, i guess something deadly and disastrous.
I look at the world horrifically.
Segregation among the whites,
Segregation among the blacks.
Weirdest part, segregation between the black and the whites.
I look at the world horrifically,
Stratification among the blacks, i called "tribalism ".
Hatred, i called among the whites.
Disunity rules.
I look at the world horrifically,
As our ancestors in great slumber.
With no hope of fortune.
Crying, segregation of the highest bidder.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
03/06/2020
Categories:
stratification, racism,
Form:
Free verse
Sociocultural
Evolution
- by Bob Atkinson
here in the here and
now
well beyond that
date in time
beyond beginnings so
far back
as to look like
stones defined
by their
stratification
layers of that dust
of life
which settles into a
black void
and shoves us out of
life
here with a fond
reflection
we see what we've
become
our narrow minded
creases
of satisfied results
but satisfaction
deviates
from norms we can
arrange
to send our children
to the future
an establishment
pre-arranged
take a minute to
evolve
into something more
advanced
don't see your
brother as the enemy
to be pierced
through with your
lance
Categories:
stratification, africa, america, environment, holocaust,
Form:
Quatrain
Waiting on the coordinates of my new mission
I vacillate between choice and decision
Clinging to hope, but also self-derision
I can hear the sub-atomic particle collision
Standing at the wishing well and pulling out a quarter
As the days seem to get shorter and shorter
Looking at the heavens and the cosmic order
I see there is no invisible border
That separates mankind from creation
Not exactly a revelation, but a realization
Boundaries don't exist for the truly patient
Even in this social stratification
So I choose to pray for that which I can not see
and invoke the words of Jeremiah 33:3
I want to pierce the fog of this great mystery
But I don't need technology, psychology, or biology
Just aim me towards the narrow road
and consecrate the alpha-numeric code
I seek to inhabit a spiritual abode
where my soul is expanded as my mind explodes
Categories:
stratification, bible, metaphor, religious, riddle,
Form:
Rhyme
Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden
But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech,
Speech which bears not triviality of common silence
No, it bears not the triviality of the banter of the common man
My pen bleeds speech which awakens tyrants imbued with cold hearts of stone
To the consciousness of the humanity they abhor, for we are born equal
My pen bleeds stanzas which lend themselves as supporting pillars
To the weary cause of the common man,
Urging them not to despair but to fight on, for fortune favours only the brave
My pen bleeds the emotions which lie inert in the depths of my heart,
Emotions borne out of my will for a better tomorrow
My speech is the blazing sword which pillages the fortifications of social stratification
I do not mean to blow our trumpets
But as poets our worths exceed silver and gold,
It is boundless.
Categories:
stratification, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
The world subjects us to terror,
the world transforms our existence ...
It erases our ability to love:
the flowers, the people, the poetry ...
It makes us love consumption.
The world mixes everything ...
Emotions, feelings,
love, fear,
happiness,
joy ... everything is like
if it were merchandise.
So we think normal
all...!
Stratification rules us
we are ordered:
kings,
queens,
vassals,
employees,
bosses ...
The orientation of the world,
put us in disarray ...
The compass of the world,
disorient,
the maps are incomplete,
everything is prepared for chaos!
Policy mixes
with poetry ... economy
with art ...
Complete madness.
The world preaches us
nouns,
adjectives,
nicknames, prices ...
They label us:
white,
black,
yellow,
browns ...
They tell us:
bad,
good,
normal.
Tell us what we should be
or say ...
They make us bran,
dust, desert sand ...
We are everything for commerce,
nothing for humanity ...
We are everything for war,
banner,
flag,
password,
number...
Living like that, revolt ...
Anger is our weapon
against the domain ...
Anger is a vortex of poetry ...
Poetry can still save
this world... !
Categories:
stratification, allegory, allusion, anger, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Most politicians are liars
(As they are adept in tricks)
Most militants are no mind
(As they are trained to obey sillier)
Most merchants are greedy cheaters
(As too many profits they care)
Most pilferers are caught in red hand
(As they fail in nowhere)
...
Most of them will then Dwell
In a cell in hell
Once, Satan asks
Who needs a fry bath?
Silence, the hell becomes still
Categories:
stratification, political, truth,
Form:
Verse
If loving how Donald doth rule
Did you worship bullies at school?
The wealth off our backs
Will pool at Goldman Sachs
While you fools and mules are his tool!
Author's Note: It is evident that Mr. t-rump loves profits (even at the expense of the environment). Profits generally flow to the rich, and we expect to see more stratification in our society soon. Look carefully at what he is doing. Blaming immigrants for our troubles, creating distractions, and making sure the rich (he and his buddies) get richer. He has no idea how most of us live and work hard to make an honest living nor does he care.
Categories:
stratification, abortion, abuse, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Limerick
An animalistic painting in a cave can be considered as magnificent as a fortified wine kneeling in a chapel. Chapels cheer chariots. Charging. And the baked shrapnel recedes from many a bridge. Sing then you field of mice. Ministerial movements make money. And la la la means no more than blah blah blah so go meow at the kittens then. To make more room is to situate oneself upon a skyscraper at midnight. In an eclipse. Rent is payable and taxable too in a breath of air. But light comes the clouds. Skipping over the skies. Smiling. Smiling in genuine friendliness and kinship. But no spaceship can ever really view a non descript hue who's origins are not yet scientifically screened yet known for eons by tribal wizardry. How quite sparkly. How quite fascinating really. Tepid are the duties of the necromancers arriving to marinade the meats. Many meats. Many meetings. And a discarded tissue rising into the atmosphere. Such flight. Wow. Speaking at this time are the arranged skulls. Who chat to the candles on a prearranged date. To be affixed is to outplay the game of chess in a six million acre field. So move then. Go on move. A mop is neither a praenomen nor a psychological thriller. It is merely utilised in cleanliness and hygiene in a hive is not a live performance in a baked bean can. Kick karate's kana ka kali kales. And a smoke omitting from an upside-down tent. On wheels. Arias arriving in a huge cloth. And deities dusting hallways. In jails. Or in ships. A frightened mushroom can never sing a rock n roll song and a rag in the cupboard sinks in rapid despair at over use. It must be cleaned. Cleansed. Rejuvenated. Revived. For to do is to dare and to dare is to do. And a pluperfect plop plip is an objective for a grey sky. Colours conjuring cosmic creations. And a fathomable bag with a ladies' scent. Diva not a tiny dog. Smell then? Hahahaha institutionalised ignoramuses'. Hahahaha trolls talking. Xxxxxxx superflous snake spit. Xxxxx stratification z p y q Z
Categories:
stratification, best friend,
Form:
I'm an animal that barks in
language archetype
that we learned
to repeat...
We associate the situations
with that language...
And we repeat the sounds
and signs every time it happens...
That's how we live the normal... !
But not all us bark
the same password...
Some express what we don't understand,
are they similar to us,
but they are incongruously
most different...
Whisper different,
vibrate different...
We define them another caste...
are the so-called intellectuals
literate... !
Categories:
stratification, allusion, analogy, men, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
A waterfall is neither a moon beam nor is it icing dripping from a big cake. It is wise to build fortresses of ice in skating weather but skiing weather cannot make the deadline so the cross country brigade of brigadoons are in areas unvisited and therefore unexplored by mankind. Cleanliness in a goblet goo and bleached bath bombs can eradicate even the most stale smell of blemished food. But watching a movie on a six mile screen is equivalent to eating banana peel on a motorway in a lay by. Tailoring treating treatments taking talismanic traders talking trees. And a big wide berthed arch on a canal path is exemplary style of an architectural wonder. Xx beanbags xx diagramming diamonds xx stratification z that was the p y q reporting from a snow globe.
Categories:
stratification, beautiful,
Form:
Corrosion within a hobbling democracy
Altruism died along side a Calvary king
United we stand divided we'll get mauled
Severe stratification at the political ball
Time bomb attached to societal tumors
Insidious forces lurking about a white room
Caucuses are in the teeth of the 666 beast
Categories:
stratification, november, obituary,
Form:
Acrostic
What has the world comes to be?
Hatred has taken the mantle of power,
Without mercy or calmness,
And 360° stratification.
What has the black done?
Yesterday, harassment,
Today, killing and hatred,
And tomorrow, slavery i guess.
Is it a sin to be black?
Blacks with enormous fortune,
That glows like diamonds.
We are also human.
They are whites, we are blacks.
Ours skin is the difference.
Is egalitarianism still alive?
Crying.............
It is not a crime for being black.
Our rights, trampled upon,
Without justice.
Racism of the highest order.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
Categories:
stratification, abuse, racism,
Form:
Free verse