Best Uncivilized Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the...

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At what point do you realize
it’s all moving in the same direction -
in a flowing pulse that cannot be dammed, that;
collective hearts do march in...

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it’s wonderful,
amazing the world dwellers are
civilized they’re as well as I’m really!

with them-

my language is English
I’m civilized!
my language is Arabic, Mandarin, French, Bengali etc
I’m civilized!
I’m...

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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room,...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That...

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They are refugees in their own country.....

No land for them to go. No body care them either
They are known as refugees in their own country
War...

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SNAKE OIL SUNRISE

coiled lies an oily snake
circling the rim of the cup
eschewing the softness of milk
the sweetness of sugar.
A black hole – waiting – beckoning
the...

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In her soul she exposes naked memories and lust for life

          A rebel conceived in a...

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Continued from Pt 1


       In the living room I could hear my parrot.  I reached in the refrigerator...

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“We will change the earth, and make it clean!
All evil leaders shall not succeed.
Illness, death shall never be seen!”
Doth does man drool in his ignominious...

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Beyond bright garish flashes of neon lights,
blaring music and drunken barroom fights,
it's my wish to find tranquility and solitude
within a realm where the moon is...

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They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the...

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In My Language

This you might not know is a conversation,
It’s a conversation not of persons.
This is a conversation of multiple languages.
If you could observe the...

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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last...

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Mama Africa

All they say is you are uncivilized, using policies to publicly undress you
From Lesotho to Libya, Mali to Malawi, Zambia and Zimbawe
Raping justice and...

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