Modern Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
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Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
The rig rolled through Laredo
On the road to San Antone,
Its eighteen wheels of commerce
Headed north from parts unknown.
The shipping costs all paid to
Their coyote chaperones.
The plan was clear in concept,
But the method imprecise.
If not the dehydration,
Suffocation would suffice;
The Black Hole of Calcutta
Brought to Texas for a price.
This third verse offers balance,
But provides no peace of mind,
To see these modern slavers
Treating people worse than swine.
And how cheaply they regard them
Once they've crossed the borderline.
Gomer
Pretty fool, beautiful
you laid down
you got down
with your lover what you do now no ones pitying you now
you now unfaithfulness to the Lord
You though he loved you now
you walked away from your first love
You thought he loved you child
Gomer
Unfaithful to the Lord just a whore
What if you prayed
Why? Didn't you stay
Yet you strayed no longer a virgin
Now your a burden
Gomer
It is more than his manhood
He's a man-child
Gomer
unfaithful to the Lord just a whore
Why did she pray
Why didn't you stay?
Yet she strayed
No longer a virgin now
You unfaithful to the Lord
Just a whore where are you now
How can the government and the village must now help you child
You should have kept your dress down
You should have kept your pants on
Modern Gomer
unfaithful to the Lord
just a whore
He done got what he wanted
You thought he loves you but he doesn't
He just came alone came alone to hit
6 minutes of pleasure now quit it
Now going to give you nine months of misery,
just a whore- unfaithful to the Lord just like Israel
6/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
He was casting lots determining the will of God
And holy times in mid Eastern Bible times
Allocating lands, determining duties, assigning guilt
Select the individuals for responsibilities
Cleromancy
Cleromancy
He was casting lots, casting lots
Cleromancy
Is it modern day man's comfort in psychology
A materialistic dependency leading him to clemency
Or is it a form and fashion of idolatry
Cast out lots let's say so humble spirits where in heart buy into something dig up evil
this we must not negative modern day cleromancy casting lots?
5/19/08
Written words by Carmen Lee Brown Lee & James Edward Lee Sr © 2008-2022
"It’s 2022 some of our Caucasian brothers and sisters;
Still thinkN like them, their ancestors
I’m indentured renounce demented
Whipped, cut almost raw to the bone;
(Mentally-spiritually unwrapped;
Shot N tha back;
Git yah! Knee off mine neck;
Been sheltered now left alone;
Fending to myself;
On my last breathe a runaway (help us Lord);
Beaten and dismayed ( MY NAME IS MR. ? not boy );
CAUCASIANAL OBCESSION FOR UNEQULITY-
A slave just tryN to make it in modern day?
USA"
2/16/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I’ve got a secret
I’ll tell you that it’s true
It’s not something I regret
But it will be a surprise too
The papers will want to hear
A raise of your TV ratings it will bring
It will be something they will fear
I will say the nasty thing
The more likes I get on Facebook
Will make me smile even more
I’ll make them look a bunch of sooks
This will be my best score.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You were everything for me
And in our short stop in heaven I found my own light
Shining brighter
‘Sensational’ you made me feel
2021
Modern love
But alas-
Restricted;
Restriction, funny thing,
For it is only in the mind.
Overthinking
Overthink
For-see that I now see
That we are only
as truly free
As we allow ourselves to be.
BUT I AM LUCKY
For I now see, SO clearly
Our fire burned and flickered
As fast as It died out.
You killed it.
Restricted
Reduced
US
to
THIS
Your facade of burning passion
Turned burning rage
And
Like some sort of PYROMANIAC
You TOOK MYY BURNING HEART
AND SET IT ABLAZE
AND NOW IM BLEEDINGG
.
.
Sensational you made me feel.
Unlimited
unconditional
You gave.
You were everything for me
Until you reduced yourself
To nothing
It’s mortuary time to a-tone deaf clock in
to the pawn fate
of warlock plans that bewitch angle bend
The hourglass is turned over again,
wearily watch the
sands of your inhalation dwindling
In a despot time of greed,
second-hand puppets do the dying
Ag coin commodity bleed
Feel the avarice reign,
those tempestuous profit tears falling
Be the fodder battlefield fed,
pleb body debt chained
Intellectual properties acquired
in the gold piece accord
Condo hearts time share expired —
Mortgaged souls
got swept off the board
In a weepy eye time of need,
first class haves
deafly ignore the poor pleas
Cadaver cold tongues
toll the hell bells rung
Burning that pulse promissory scrip
with pirate-pierced, profiteering lips
Feel the ageless pain of bosom misery
in this modern time of ancient greed
When God forged Man,
He made an angle for every clan.
He didn't vacate him solitary,
But created his soul and core benefactor.
This is nature's irony,
Two souls tied concurrently in destiny.
Then why is it so arduous for every essence?
To live in conformity without any hue and impasse.
When Our divine amasses to be together,
Then why humans fail to discern his perception.
There is great strength in unity,
When will all deceivers yearn and perceive?
A message to all you couples bonded by society,
Hurl off the ego, vanish the animosity,
The cart of marriage will move only by parity and unity.
It's heartbreaking to see so many divorces in this so-called modern world. A poem to all pairs made from heaven consummated on earth.
Truth be told
I no longer want deaths and wars
Come part the horizon, Jesus
Christ come now to receive us
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, love and freedom
Twas just a mist, history insist
The Legend of St. Nicholas
Give me thoughts of prayers
To pray for my fellow humans
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, is for Jesus to come down
Lo O’ fourth-century bishop
Monk named St. Nicholas
Born sometime around 280 A.D.
In Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas is for Saint Nicholas to pray with me
Admired for his piety and kindness,
Of many legends called also Father Christmas
You can meet Santa Claus cross the magical Arctic Circle
In Rovaniemi in Lapland, Finland official
You see if there be a Santa, all I want from him
Is to pray for me, for Christ to grant me longevity of life…
Now what do you want for Christmas in this life
12/7/19
What You Want For Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul
Four hundred years,
has it really been that long
My how time flies
when you’re singing captivity songs
2019 ...
oh, just living in modern vexation
Dwelling in the midst of a beguiled people,
who toil in concrete fields:
Pure medieval factory plantation
Dark minded people,
who live for their materialistic dreams —
Own a house,
purchase a car ...
possess the keys to another human being
Light-hearted sleepers
seriously addicted
to an ivory power narcotic wean,
in the year 2019
Emancipated slaves
still held in bondage by invisible chains
Debtors remorse
is a grievous, capitalist skin game
Four hundred years ...
yes, it’s been a chigger long time
My how the centuries crawl,
when you’re the byword imprisoned one
freedom silenced —
Tho’ you didn’t commit the crime
Excuse me if I appear to be abrupt
but I find your sensibilities and ethics corrupt,
a leader of people should be a visionary
scrupulously clean and who speaks with brevity,
not a person who seeks solely to divide
to make it easier to control all of the sides,
the manipulate and create forms of xenophobic hate
I see your actions as no more than a disgrace,
discriminating based around sexuality of race
in this world there should be no place,
for this kind of leadership to transcend into a modern age.
OH THE TIRING DAY
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, the tiring day!
Hiding shame, seeks darkness.
Blemishes grey,
not gone, blended sadness!
Darkness hiding secrets,
evil and good.
Handprints in soft concretes,
what ere your hood!
Blended badness!
Moon shadows, hark they cry!
Mans blindness
is causing planet earth to die.
Oh, the tiring day.
Hiding shame, seeks darkness,
can't always, so say,
as night seek respite, in lightness!
Modern day, night vision,
exposing all, proof, it's conclusion.
mans denial, derision!
Governments won't stop pollution!
Drained of life I now see
Feeling the cold like a withered tree
Not old enough to feel like this
Too strong, too fit to be like this
Hear these words whilst I can still speak
See the truth from my eyes leak
A man I saw was not a man
A man who shook me by the hand
I felt the life drain out of me
He smiled and said goodbye and now I see
His eyes were fire burning under human lens
His voice angelic with menacing timbre bends
For as I fell upon my knees
He watched my pain with glee and walked away with ease
And now the Dr's can't work it out?
They know it's no modern disease or bacterial count?
So I must say to you before I go
That fateful night I met a demon; this much I know.