Oppressed Poems - Poems about Oppressed

...Poetry soup is an international site that values the voices of different birth rights. God created our world with it' varied cultures and tongues. I don't think he ever intended to exclude any on......Read the rest...

...Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye. Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie. Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected. Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is i......Read the rest...

... "She Rides with Lions" That Queen rides like God She rides with Lions like she could harness the Sun Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction as She holds tight to what mea......Read the rest...

...I didn’t write this poem Because I was supposed to. I didn’t write this poem to talk about my feelings. I didn’t write this poem to talk about the world. I didn’t write this poem to make anyo......Read the rest...

...People with choice they call freedom What once was now history past Breaking down of society cold war fought New gen, feelings hurt as truth hidden Speak no words that they offend the obvious N......Read the rest...

... This beautifully designed Spring, star-studded night. Alive within these brave souls Of courage, truly, a breathless, Singular, moving delight! I am not here to be an advocate Onl......Read the rest...

...These thoughts will follow whenever the soldiers go... to be with them into the battlefield, reciting the shortest prayer to protect them as a shield in moments of uncertainty and fear! A hea......Read the rest...

...I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering. I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety. I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy. My distress illuminated......Read the rest...

...In halls of our reluctant destiny. We fight through hell to be free. Imbued with the Iron will of steel. Realty of horrors becomes real. Broken into many anguish shards. As bloody darkness ......Read the rest...

...In a land torn by evils cruel hands where innocence once thrived in golden sand echoes now haunt barren torched lands of children lost, tears fall in graves of pain Fourteen thousand souls, too......Read the rest...

...An arrow shot past my head, Punctured nothing resting inside. It took another one instead. I shrink as their land spreads, A heavy scar to remain beside. An oppressed feeling......Read the rest...

...From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, The taxing job having strained of my calm, I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted And scary, a lovely place no le......Read the rest...

...You never ignore yourself. You....a finger pointing nowhere. You flap; make waves, what else you got? A flashy kite with no sky that's what. If a vulture and a jellyfish gave birth to an off......Read the rest...

...You would think the obsession was a profession the way it worked on them day & night Their poker face came in handy hiding deep emotions but what the eyes spoke just wasn't right Compulsively wa......Read the rest...

... The clock ticks, and Time slips by. Amass less! Let’s all give it a try for a while. Eyes closed, thoughts flow, of memories recalled from pictures on the wall, Back to the time of a risin......Read the rest...