Bloodline Poems

What becomes of a world that lacks a black future

Sterilisation.
The ending of a bloodline 
The tree has now stopped growing 
Overshadowed by the other flourishing trees
Almost as if it had never existed

But that's what they wanted 
To eliminate. To exterminate. To eradicate.
A whole race 
It's why they lie with every smile 
It's why they feign care whilst they kill

They look young black women in

BLOODLINE ECHOES

I walk with a weight that I never quite chose,
But somehow it fits, like the thorn on a rose.
The pain and the beauty, they bloom just the same—
Two sides of a story that whisper my name.

Born of a mother whose roots ran so deep,
But stolen at birth in a silence that still weeps.
They called it

bloodline

beliefs between bones break biology

Bloodline

brotherhood buried both beloved, bestowed us bred  ~ a Basque bloodline

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baptised bloodline boiling beneath belladonna brewed basins of blame

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blue bloodline breeds best behaviors but bad beginnings bring beasts







Contest title: MONOKLITTERATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 30th May, 2025
Syllable count: 16

bloodline

bloodline broods begotten bots - banefully believing in brainwashed fibs

Bloodline

bloodline begins when wanton wiles of wayward women beset beast's breast

Bloodline

Viens pierce running temp warm flow
Same color, different making DNA red bleeds
Racism, as if you yourself is perfect in image
There's no white man ancestors bloodline tells
A mix of races, Irish, Jamaica who knows
Population birth of a nation freedom from slavery
As in days of Roman today it carries on
Working for the man, bloodline still traits linger

The Blood of An Englishman

I smell the blood of an Englishman
fresh from the womb--- umbilical snip.
Ingloriously clad, illegitimate lad,
appointed for leadership.

I smell the blood of an Englishman,
and, lo, his enemies are slain.
High on the saddle, mighty in battle,
as England's new king he would reign.

I smell the blood of an Englishman,
the odor of bloat and remorse.
With moans and cries, no

The Royal Bloodline

From ancient times, a bloodline divine,
Ruling over lands, with power to shine,
Kings and queens, of a line sacred,
Their legacy, forever inviolate.

With wisdom and might, they led the way,
The throne, their seat, unchallenged sway,
Law and order, with justice in sight,
Their subjects, loyal, in all their might.

From the Pharaohs of Egypt, to Nubia''s emperors bold,
Nubia''s Piankhy the

Witch Sal Tryal

Sal Tryal is an unusual witch
And not the kind that eat kids.
She leads a quiet and simple life
Wants no bother or any type strife.

The deep forest is her piece of heaven 
In a place called Nottindevon.
Maker of spells and misty brews
And lives on eating veggie stews.

She carves wood with her toenail clippings
Then sells her makes

A Drop of the Royal Bloodline: Frames of the Firm

There is a war in the laws of the in-laws
When family is also work, you get a title and a position with conditions
Past life comes as an omission and commission
Roles and actors in audition
As for the mind it sometimes finds itself in a suicidal palace
Thoughts can just parade into the ground
Who is who…?
Behind the trope

My Old Settler Bloodline

Our first bloodline land grand owner was Daniel Collier born  1775 in Sussex  Virginia  in my family tree
the next following heirs  had land by ;Benjamin Green berry collier, Hugh Collier  and William Coleman Collier  who were all from Tennessee. 
They were all my May Flower Generation  who lived

The Evil Bloodline of Money

There are many life species, on our planet
whose lives, are desperate and stressful
trying to cope with life, as we know it
dealing with strive, that is not normal

Humans have invented, this thing called money
which has created, the political economic system
that has never worked, for all life to be sunny
as they thought it was wise, but it

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