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Daughter Political Poems

These Daughter Political poems are examples of Political poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Political Daughter poems written by international poets.


Premium Member Never forgotten Senator Bob Graham
After my injury on Macdill Airforce 
base in Tampa I was so shattered 
broken when I spoke with Senator 
Bob Graham he helped me stayed...

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Categories: courage, heartbroken, patriotic, political,



Who The Police Protect, Part I
Tyler was a real happy man,
looking down at his phone,
the mayor said,“We need less police,
their crimes are so well known.”
They’d not arrest if you stole...

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Categories: political, conflict, corruption, dark, evil,

Premium Member I Hear He's a Winner
 
"Bolsonaro's personal motto  ... the truth will set you free "

            ...

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Categories: political,

Floating Above Waves
Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that...

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© W J Clarke  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: heartbreak, innocence, journey, political,

Premium Member Grand Priorities
What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a...

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Categories: political, black african american, earth,



Empowerment, Part Ii
...Now somehow she went to college,
though admittedly just a state school,
she was quite right from programming,
and like most she came out a fool.
Started talking of...

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Categories: conflict, confusion, heartbreak, political,

Empowerment, Part I
My name is Harold and I wed
the greatest woman in the world,
the problem here is not my wife,
rather her sister’s little girl.
My niece had hippie...

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Categories: conflict, confusion, heartbreak, political,

Premium Member Tricky Chirp
The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, age, angel, change, discrimination,

Premium Member Caring and the Job
Caring and The Job

The caretaker got out of the car. 
She went to the back, 
opened the door, 
and pulled her ward out too. 
He...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, abuse, addiction, america, angel,

Premium Member Thought Police
Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, abortion, abuse, addiction, allah,

Premium Member Ashes and Thirst
Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, abortion, america, anxiety, funeral,

Premium Member Unsettled Calm
Unsettled Calm

Why am I writing this, 
when they say... 
really no one cares? 
I don't believe they are right. 
The more "they" try to prove...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, america, community, confidence, confusion,

Premium Member Healing With Ivy
Overly familiar with her defiance
patterns of fetal alcohol confusion,
neuro-systemic habits of resistance,

I, the consummate ecofeminist,
was sure my daughter felt
I was shutting wounded Ivy out
when she...

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Categories: political, happiness, health, integrity, mental

Premium Member Freedom
Freedom 

I can go outside. 
I can go inside. 
I can climb a mountain, 
or swim in the sea. 

Freedom. 

I am free....

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, beach, beautiful, best friend,

Premium Member Sweet Grace
Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: political, 12th grade, addiction, anti


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