Best Uprise Poems
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits
Smile at me only if your grin extends to your gaze.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
I provide you dreams that rouse hope and grace.
I propose to you hues of joy as the glow of blaze.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
I offer you tender and heartfelt views and embrace.
My gift to you is wider than just my inheritance phase.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
My awe for you is akin though an angel aloft in space.
The ease of life is the fruit of giving in lovely praise.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
The prize I'm giving you is wiser than the cosmos ace.
The present I am giving you is a prize from the uprise.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
You, my kids, are the sunrise that dulls the fiercest case.
My gift to you is pure, total commitment! and love rays
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
Written: June 26, 2021
The Gift That I Give You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Seeing that deep rooted tree
founded in soils rich and boldly painful
Lay praise to worthy and spite to shameful
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Old souls spiral in his words like scrolls unfurling over cliffs
ancestors hardships ingrained in phrasing
Reminding, remembering, rejoicing...rebuking
That which you might not say
sprays from every line
Never just in saying his piece
but asking yours...provoking that warrior
we forget our place in days of complacency
padding around like finicky kittens
his urge is your roar and uprise
a write is but musings of our mind
unless it encourages yours
I've urged his rain to fall
as I will bring mine to amass
as should we all ...to flood and conquer
the settling of soil into stubborn unthinking sediment
~~~~A Tribute to a poet who inspires my mind and provokes my thoughts...L'Nass Shango
Bring The Rain!!!!!
Please do not take your
pomegranates for granted,
especially if you have the
last one on the planet,
a smart person would
take some seeds out
and plant it,
but couldn't if the
government suddenly
regulated everything
and banned it,
then someone who
was still a maverick,
would risk his life and
have to go on
the lam with it in
order to plant it,
and people everywhere
would uprise and not
stand for the banning
of the pomegranate,
and before you know
it there would be a
bumper crop of
pomegranates again
that would surpass it,
letting people to
have the freedom
once again to
make their tasty
fruit salad!
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
We will not ride alone on this momentous journey.
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains.
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.
Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.
Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword.
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.
This is war.
Blood will be spilt.
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.
We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists.
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.
This is not an illusion.
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.
We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings.
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red.
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.
Reflections of your past, rushing before you.
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.
Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.
From the European and taste of sugar
Depended the Caribbean riches
Produced by extensive manual work
Of Africans enslaved
In colonial plantation economy regime
Amid the hard work
How fast the energy is exhausted,
And hanging over the slaves
The scarce supply in what sordid houses
Nor medical care they had! ...
Marrons
were gangs of runaway slaves
Hidden in the forest
Out of imperial control ...
Charismatic, was François Mackandal
First effective marron leader
Its people inspired with African traditions
United and established in such a way
Secret organizations
Among the slaves of plantations
And six years of rebellion he caused
But oh, although he had been captured
And burned in fire
After his death, armed marrons persisted ...
It was a brutal conflict period
In the colony of Santo Domingo
Leading to total elimination
Of Slavery and the inevitable coming of Independence
Of Haiti as the first republic
Governed by afro-descent people
'''tis Power that rules men,not men--
When they but have misused
That Power, to abduct their soul--
For It then stands abused.''
So at such time when Anguish
With rage, had undone
The bonds that with-held the blaze
In hearts of everyone,
To over-throw the unjust rule,
There was an uprise; To win-over our Liberty,
There was The Uprise...:
A feeble Nation rose to fore,
To fight the unjust Company,
And India--She rose in uproar--
Indians rose to mutiny.
With swords and shields, hearts of gold,
A clan of Warriors rose,
Against a mighty cannon-force,
The Clan of Warriors rose.
Here, wars were waged, There battles won,
With valour-ridden thought;
Then lives were lost in the field
'gainst the forces of distraught.
The final picture was of Death--
Of the stabbed, the beaten and bruised,
For against gun and mortar-bolt
Sword and stick was used.....
In awe I watch
thru the bluster of the winds
my eyes pause
glancing
upon a beauty
reaching far
and so so deep
I breath her in
along with the fragrance of the meadow
sunlight dances throughout
breeze hesitates
there's a soft sigh
I trail across her tresses
as they dangle in the air
her vision overcomes me
matching my longing stare
she fills my void so gracefully
begging heartbeats to uprise
I know this beauty before me
filling days with sweet surmise
Historic Africa dabbled in darkness
Long for a glimpse of the light,
Try to learn from past mistakes,
One day will make those lessons right.
Write all deeds that were wrong
Setting visions in dreams alight,
A cure will come to make us strong,
It will never be too late to make right.
Truth waits in the unknown silence
With barriers built around,
When sought for the right entrance,
In the paths where knowledge is found.
Dwells the future of glory for Africa
Beyond where present suffering abounds,
The Children to come will find Mana,
Ocean of water in mighty waves surrounds.
Fear, not the past unhealthy cry,
hear the uprise from underground commence,
for recompense demise, our heroes die
Multitudes now stand in their place.
The distant future is unknown to man
But God knows the destiny of everyone
Time revealed in glimpses of vision,
No realms on earth dare to stand alone.
as depression must come wiith a confessesion as i explain the depression of the love train. as 1nse who come to reach and over come the teas. but begin to teach the displeased. as us guys walk these street waching all the bueaty's walk by u and me. as i begin thinking eeeewwww baby comback to me don't think u must leave me . but as we know shockingly love goes precious or dispiteous. but the main thing is r u willing to stay trying continiously. But yes i know in some ways r doings may be disturbing to each other. But i mean no bother but as i try to make r lives like treasure dispiteing all the arguements may come as conflicts . as they uprise makeing the real love decreas the size of emotion and graditude u have for me also i have for u .
Violence in the streets
Mankind seeks democracy
Cyberspace is KING!
Mubarak refused
To step down as President,
Uprise, Heaven Sent.....
The future is clear,
Blood will spill and Armies fall,
Cyberspace rules all ...
As Plan B unfolds,
The Whole World Is Watching You
Go Forth, See this through...
The Standing One
Hidden away
But still at bay
Just as the clouds hide the Sun
He is the one chosen to rise
Fight with no compromise
Set fire to the city of evil
And set free the masses, the people
The Standing One, the king of all
As the messiahs of the earth
Get on their knees and fall
In Prayer
Behind the Leader
For now he is hidden
As his family before him was ridden
By the cruel tyrants
Who usurp the throne as aspirants
A throne that is beginning to reject them as authority
And heavily deceived by the majority
But like the Sun behind clouds
His disappearance is only a shroud
As the Standing One and his effect still remains
Just as the Sun warms the earth freely and not detained
The Standing One warms our conscience
And brings us to conscious
Of the heartless world, so monstrous
And the tyrants words', so pompous
In their cold, oligarchical caucus
Full of self-interest, profit, and darkness
And soon the Standing One will appear
To rise as humanity's last amir
Catching the tyrants and oppressive by surprise
And returning balance and justice through his uprise
He will crash the markets
He will destroy their profits
He will eliminate division
And will free the imprisoned
Race will be eradicated
To make room for unity
And corrupt systems will be annihilated
To set the stage for polity
The Standing One will fight fire with fire
And establish the just utopia we so desire
Uniting the world under one flag
And turning the world into something other than a body bag
So let us all Stand together
For we are all Standing with him
Waiting and watching
Let the world know that we are ready
To rise at his call, from the heavens above
To establish the just world we all dream of
To put an end to this nightmarish ride
And establish the perfect Kingdom worldwide
Trust in madness reach the flame.
The whole wide world is totally insane;
We elect leaders that live for pain
Living for self reliance in greed for gain,
We plot our course marked on a blotted page
To falter in the truth of the matter
We build a shelter amidst the fallen shade
We long for a social uprise yet fall headlong into its blade of suicide
Eternity is forever amidst the climatic weather
Forces to shelter the helpless beggar
We stand on truth amidst a loose tooth,
Shattered dreams pomp in circumstancial quest
The world will like you as long as you do something for them
They often lie in wait to deceive as they brustle through the leaves;
We often will call evil good and good evil
We only accept what that is trivial,
A shoulder to cry amidst the pain,
Torn to shreds loose heads;
A notion of darkness amidst the light
Marked on a blotted page although most fully intact.
Zikketmen Uprise
Sillpy glopin honey drop slowly dripping in a gooey flop.Fropling trolippy skitterbug bleeringly rupoling the door
Dewy molifropinin weterings kladet in holimeter lines as criggol meets the Zikketmen.
But vasping ants jig molky polky on the derbholkpin as if chinnyzilcobble.
Meanwhile the phettering teeblers sang joop, joop, joop and booby crackle flew over in the feetumleftumground.
The crumbwarblers screamed " hooji folpityquif bollp" but the zikketmen knew it was a lie.
"Who are you ? ", said the phettering teeblers as they oxiety the suggits.
Huge swarms of vasping squiding ants who were oblivious to the drama grigged the blodderpad and swung it violently towards the skitterbugs just as they finished their meal.
" I fooled the zikketmen" said the chief teebler.
But just then booby crackle landed a heavy blow to the chiefs vast head and dripping masses of joolping green blood poured from his brainincasementholderthingy.
As if by magic zeery eyed cooljinmen had appeared in fighting mood.
Yelping ground slippits burrowed deep in to the sludge pockets and closed their eyes in fear.
The Fight for Freedom
Three or four thousand years ago,
The ancient Greeks fought for Liberty
As now we know.
And before them, the persecuted Jews,
Rebelled against the yoke of tyranny.
Although the ?ght for Freedom
Was long and hard,
In the end they did not lose
And Freedom rose unscarred!
Centuries later the English people did uprise
Or their freedom would have surely died
And King John, the unkind
The Magna Charter had to sign.
For Freedom many men have died
And for it they a King de?ed.
Freedom is such a precious thing
No one can take it away
Not even a King.
And so it goes through all the centuries,
How men have worked and bled and died,
How men have fought for Freedom
With their women by their side.
These things we now recall
In the midst of the greatest Battle of them all.
All over the world men are dying today
That we may live in peace tomorrow.
And in the peace that’s yet to come
We will not hate and none we’ll shun.
“Black, yellow, brown or white”,
We’ll say, “These and all the others
We are proud to call our brothers.”
And when that happy day arrives,
I think that God up in His skies
Will say, with voice so mild,
“Now I am proud to say, Man is my child."