Race Prose Poems
These Race Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Race. These are the best examples of Prose Race poems written by international poets.
NO RACE JUST LOVE Categories: prose, emotions,
this i wish
would be lovely dish
so much many has to
from heaven above
someday dope there will be
A tribute to Heather Categories: prose, age, death, death of
"A Tribute to Heather "
It all started 38 years ago
An angel was sent from heaven
From the time she came out the womb
egg of memory Categories: prose, memory,
those worlds are lost to me now,
once achingly close,
like yesterday's rain,
but, will I see you then,
in this egg of memory,
cracked open with a sigh,
Running Through Hell Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Like procrastination, stagnation
and its constipated nature is like
a high hurdle before the finish line—
a pregnant thief waiting to trounce you.
Life’s like a race running through...
Meeting Place Categories: prose, adventure,
We all friends
Have same blend
Like drink and stink
Come from all race
Have the same taste
THE SANDLESS SAND CASTLE Categories: prose, beach, beautiful, brother, celebration,
Let me tell you about my eldest brother.
I am: the "Scram!", the "Beat it!", the "What you looking at?!", and the "Turn around and watch...
Crowning The Virgin Mary Categories: prose, god, heaven, memory,
Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the
Resident Refugees Categories: prose, america, analogy, discrimination, imagery,
Uprooted, abandoned and displaced;
scattered about in their own homeland—
Irrespective of gender, cultural or race,
the pursuit of happiness seems banned.
These are the ever-present invisible...
At Last Categories: cry, depression, lonely, lost,
Emptiness can hurt
No one hears the silent screams
Fighting for a way out
A race to the dirt
Surviving the dreams
Destroyed without a doubt
Does the sting ever...
A CHANGE HAS COME Categories: prose, abuse, adventure,
from town up and down
all race and faces
they hold hands
making webbing plans
yes god work is done and some
CHANGE HAS COME
Freedom Categories: prose, america, animal, freedom,
It appears that I was both half asleep and awake. For all intents and purposes, let's just call it a dream. There was a...
Who Are You and Why Are You Here Categories: prose, death, i am,
One day when life was full of peace
My mentor said something to tease
Who are you? Why are you here?
What is your life's purpose, my dear?
Black History Month, 2019 Categories: america, christian, race, racism,
Born a slave in 1818 and escaped from slavery at the age of 20, Fredrick ...
GOOD PURPOSE Categories: prose, future, humanity, mountains, moving
Looking back at the past to long
Blinds the future.
Concentrate our strength
Bundle-up our individual thoughts.
Use your God-mind, we are stronger together.
Unity moves mountains.
vehicle- the death angel Categories: prose, death, depression, nonsense,
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the...
Intentional Lack of Interest Categories: prose, perspective,
Feeling great, feeling happy, feeling keen,
feeling snappy, better than some years.
The other side of the table cannot stop crying,
fully concentrating on his sadness.
HOW LONG Categories: prose, adventure, blessing,
someway some how
and i mean wow
its must stop now
this corlor race thimg
we're all the same
same god heavenly born
this racist is not god tone
w all belong
NOW NOW NOW Categories: prose, adventure, black african american,
open it for us
stop the race stuff
or hand cuff
or beat down
there so much around
give it up
NOW NOW NOW
The Fracturing Empire Categories: prose, america, political,
The top has always been nothing but rough and tumble.
But things really started to get bad when the bottom began to crumble.
Race and gender have...
Poet Categories: prose, poetry, poets,
What use am I to the world
I sometimes sit and wonder
The mirror shows me an old lady,
drained at last of her thunder.
Do I simply breath...