Community Poems | Examples of Community Poetry

Improv is an unscripted comedy form. Starting with an idea for a sketch, actors interact with each other, making up things as they go. As one person responds to another, “No, but…” squashes spontaneity, while “Yes, and…” builds the banter, propelling witty action forward. Quick and clever dialogue promises even more to come. Then, after finding an apt ending, a brand-new sketch can begin. Our lives are...

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KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE. Britain bleeds through cracked red bricks, Rain on windows, cold that sticks. Bills climb high, wages crawl, We’re taxed to the teeth — can’t breathe at all. “Keep calm and carry the corpse,” they say. Drag it through life, day after day. Smile for the cameras, wave the flag, Ignore the stench in the body bag. Politicians promise...

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The water inundates the houses and the towns. Washing all the beauty to an ugliness of brown. Homes are ruined, with memories loss, by heavy drowning-floods. Nasty and distasteful times, swallowed, up in muds. Yet, in tragedy is beauty for brotherhood is there. A loving, sacrificial braveness permeates soaked air. People stretch to take great risks in saving human lives. And those...

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Karma that patient gangster Very slow in action But never fails to repay Creeps into your life Paying in double all your deeds After replaying all your acts Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates. Karma the avenger Rewarding your deeds accordingly Either good or bad The seeds you sowed That's...

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To write a poem is to commune with oneself To share it is to let go ...

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Jack 162 10 Apr 2025 Ask me what I see And my reply might be negative I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion when they all give faith and strength to those that believe I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice I don’t see...

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Who am I, anyway? I wear the mask of many faces. I speak, read, and understand— sometimes with words, sometimes telepathy. My voice changes with my face. I just need a witness. Attuned to me, I become every language you know, but I do not know the geography of my own soul. I dare not look at my face. It is a drama mask— sometimes surgical,...

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Mother of stars, friend of the moon, it is often quiet but for its own heartbeat? the rhythmic sentence pronounced in one benign-hammering syllable, which pounds away hostile darkness laid bare by the wakeful heavens whose ears listen to tales from old folks passed on to a glowing age, and proverbs that leave one and all in awe....

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like a breath of fresh air... and all things considered, broadcast on national public radio Frequency: 90.9WHYY-FM, I (a liberal democrat) counted myself as an avid fan particularly listening to the prairie home companion during half life of mine arbitrarily referenced yardstick of one measly mortal male Matthew Scott Harris, whose chronological years athwart planet earth elapsed within figurative or literal eye blink, one humble human among rank and file cosmic flotsam and...

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It has long ceased to rain here. The embers of drought are fanned by the merciless Hands of hell. The air is stifling, The heat insufferable. I cringe from a long wait on a queue in the narrow Trench at a fast-drying Brook. I wait from the crack of dawn to vespers time, But not an iota of liquid The size of miniaturised Sri Lanka...

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The ground shakes in anticipation A wave of newfound hope sparks the attention Of surrounding people A march dedicated to the right of freedom Each step marks the ground of remembrance A permanent mark that refuses erasure The sound of revolution echoes in every building Voices that demand to be heard Voices that demand reperation Each chant an indictment Each sign...

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Some haunt me pleasantly, Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly Within the long, grey halls of history. I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from The penetralia of my soul and skin. Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons. I peer deeply at...

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Fun times when we’re together Freaky Friday switching partners First person to know our thoughts Faith in each other when times get tough Forever on our minds Fearless when the other one needs help From another mother my sister or brother ...

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Within my own axis, It did not slant It did not drizzle. The void shunned the grey clouds. Lightning was rare. Thunder turned mute. Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of Shameless drunks, casting ghoulish shades, Causing affrays among wild species. Rivulets rippled in hunger and in thirst, Circling firths with methodical anger and protests. The grass blades lost their verdancy and cringed. Within this place, The air was...

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