Best Uprising Poems
winter leaving
smells of spring uprising --
exuberant
Innocent people forced
Into an inhumane Ghetto
While being Jewish
Admiration for the fighters
In the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising
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Unschuldige Menschen
Gezwungen in ein unmenschliches Ghetto
Nur weil sie Juden waren
Hochachtung für die Kämpfer
Im Warschauer Ghettoaufstand
a wealth of rubies
cardinals among berries
red hibiscus bloom
crimson sun sinking
leaving vivid trails of fire
on scarlet roses
dragonflies emerge
going everywhere, silent
on soft carmine wings
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
cicadas voicing anger at the latest abduction ~ frogs silent
She haunts my dreams
She is not what she seems
She is my Maud
She has a grab on my heart
She reeled me from the start
She is my Helen
She has turned away from me
She denied my plea
She is my Venus
She posseses my soul
She denied me quite cold
She is my Pysche
Yet I still wish for her love
And hope it will be ordained from above
element of my surmised;
evening going to be surprised;
by t he click's you modernized;
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies
winds and currents walk on by
fire climbs, air tides too;
this is up above the view;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
enticing me to fly;
as I look up and see the angels, with my eyes;
element of my submissions;
holy presents conditions;
by the click's you modernized
this is just me up and on the rise;
clouds dancing in the skies;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
winds and currents walk on by;
fire climbs, air tides tool
this is up above the view;
enticing me to fly, enticing me to fly;
as I look up and se the angels, with my eyes;
when I awaken from my sleep;
out of the darkness I do speak;
UPRISING
UP RISING
UPRISING
UP RISING
I GET UP THIS IS UP ABOVE MY VIEW;
THIS IS UP ABOVE YOURS TOO;
ENTICING US TO FLY;
ENTICING ME TO CRY;
AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES;
ELEMENTS OF OUR SUBMISSIONS;
HOLY PRESENTS CONDITIONS AS I LOOK, AS WE LOOK UP AND SEE THE ANGELS WITH OUR EYES
UPRISING
Conch shell sea gem and sea snail
Horn held tone gyrates the tritonis trumpet
Note blown ending battles on a splinted scale
Epitome depictions make cameo’s regret
Emergent higher seas, onward this ship shall sail
Tidal wave warnings of an uprising onset
Why do i, in agony writhe when
thine eyes, draw a curtain to my plight.
When words screech for attention, you only perceive verbose melodrama.
Or perhaps you live in spite of a class in strife?
And that you guise in colours of safron and never knew what it means to be Red.
Such is the nature of your love for this land.
Such is your justice, such is the nature of the judgement you've drawn in your hand.
You who hath justified loot and plunder
Count the casualties of intense struggle.
A mere statistic. An amoral victory.
I know that your masters are fragile
But must You tremble and cower
in the presence of a spectre;
The sights and sound of a distant red cry.
Or is it that it is not a ghost you see but the myriad hammers and sickles of a justice so real; served at last.
The leaves have started to show off their sprout
A new an glorious start to an new an In bombing mood
The rivers an streams start to flow with grace and insurance peace
The bees fly along side the lilies as the grass becomes fuller
So much beautiful as the springs before
As the birds sing me a singth the the most prettiest song to wake
As the glory of sun dances upon my face
An the crickets sing the most beautiful song to sleep
Thanks Tim kegley
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
Asked the crowning Trees
of their Grass rooting neighbors
When you feel like singing
while dancing
are you more likely to invoke devotion
to capitalism's competitions
or compassion's cooperation?
Responsive chords,
amusing reeds
and whistling thistles
shyly reply
When we feel most wealthy voiced
and healthy choiced
are we more likely to invest
in red soiled cults
of secular supremacy
or green cultures
of sacred communion?
MotherTrees of crowning shade
for their root systemic neighbors
flexed their branching muscles
groaning
moaning through Earth's wind
and rain,
heat
and pain
Our best way to heal
Othering smothering instincts
is to repair our shared cooperative soil
restoring EarthPeace soul
of co-invested health
Thereby growing out
our shared climate
with compassion's devoted wealth
Sang the crowning Trees
while dancing with Grass rooting
up shooting
neighbors.
From aquifer be low
Break surface
Babbling babbling upwell
Plumos in addy.
Purest Earthblood
Clear clean simplicity
Flow cool and true
Always your level
Quietly condially unremitting
Empty hands were trying to collate
the fallout after the trigger moment
invited the unwelcome guest
wearing explosive vest.
It gives a push to throw away the paper
and I walk up to the ink for a
new chapter. The squinting sun was
not able to break the stoic silence of adoration.
A pervasive ambition spreads out
on the breads of poor dreams.
Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling
patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising.
Satish Verma
Tarmac erupts, pushed
by such a force
that the crust splits
to reveal life unfurling.
How could such fragile leaves
exert such power?
A surface rolled hard
by the work of men
to make a path
has been defied.
The dandelions raise
as a green flag
their leaves,
the sign of nature's strength
soon to celebrate in gold,
all a buzz.