Monuments Poems - Poems about Monuments

Statues, iconoclasts love to destroy Toppling monuments brings them great joy Keeps them all limber As they shout ‘Timber’ Columbus crashed down saying ~ ‘Land ahoy’ ...

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Ruins In our arrogance, we humans build monuments to ourselves. We seek to subjugate nature to our whims and desires. We erect buildings for our comfort and ease. Designing them to last for all eternity. Isolating ourselves from all that is natural. In the end, nature has the final word and nothing is left of us but ruins. ...

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It sits out in your driveway a glittering metallic sculpture. It costs more than your house, you love it more than your spouse. You can hardly drive it, it’s too high, you can barely park it, it’s so wide. Like an exotic compulsion, you need it, though you can barely afford to feed it. There’s a cockpit with winking tech, offering a printer, wi-fi...

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Many white Americans still struggle with the issue of racism in the 21st century.This started with the Confederate monuments. The Confederate monuments do not have the same meaning to black Americans. While white americans view these works as a part of history, a past that cannot be covered over or changed ; the symbols of...

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Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain, A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain. No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine, But in its grip, a legacy entwines. Not pharaohs' monuments, nor empires vast, But fields that nourish, homes that rise at last. Bricks laid true, with sweat for mortar's hold, A city's pulse, in stories yet untold. No artist's...

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Dear friiends those who first read my poem i left an important line out in the donkey story The first dance after our wedding, Was absolutely exciting, intoxicating, My darling whispered in my ear, My wedding present to you is three weeks Touring Greece, the evening came to an end, We courteously said our thank yous and goodnight As every body...

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There is a wall, an imaginary one, that skirts a boundary where beyond, a kind of madness waits, an hallucinatory place at the end of the mind. Inside the wall is where sense makes monuments of order, where precision prevails over chaos and life is lived in rows gated from the uncertanties that swirl just outside. What lies beyond is raw and fluoresces with a freedom torn from the absolute, calls into...

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An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands. Though they appear on different continents, they share mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained. Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind, or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago? Commissioned by modern man or the...

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Ravage our monuments, empowered dissidents. Endless entitlements, from spineless governments. In this era unplanned, by fathers of the land. Divided we stand, in moral wasteland....

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THE MONUMENTS MARK OUR EVIDENCE Stop! Wait! Be Still! This isn’t the way to heal! Tearing down statues of the past, Removing the passion behind what we feel. Listen to my urgent cry, You’re not destroying what was, It is our Ebony Trail of Tears Our reason, our because. Just because it’s history, doesn’t make it beautiful, Laws made on our misery, To them, to...

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So much education No wiser for the cost Given over to lofty ideas The reason for what was lost All the tools in the box To chisel an honorable name What appeal is in the dirt When you could've opted for fame Behind a silver counter When you could be sitting at a desk You could have been GREAT But you wanted to be less ~than all...

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Statues and some faded pictures repatriation and reburial of bones cold war Soviet tanks and the AK-47 all that remains of the Freedom Struggle giants who drove the colonizers back to their cradles talked to the spirits of the ancestors There is an invisible force of cartel members so big they turned against their own people so big they lurked behind anthills so big...

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Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold With tributes often given whether wrong or fair! Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul Like a magic rainbow...

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KUTUB MINAR A Line Upright Reminds ...

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With precision we carved out the sand here at home, down on your cursed land We defy you to try You will surely fail. Why? We used nothing that looks like your hand....

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