Pumped(P) Poems - Poems about Pumped(P)

Heart of an Angel

...Something so pure that it felt scars of the past!
Betrayal from others is what they felt!
As it looks at it gift they pontificate whether they can give the gift its needs.
The gift is happy and do...

A call for the oppressors downfall

...Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security
Never fearing the chance of brutality 
Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin
Greeted by the warmth of idiocy
Building a racist system of legacy
...

The Bat and the Ball

...Modern warriors,
They fight for the home plate.
The bat and the ball,
is what decide their fate.
The people are pumped,
and they all yell and cheer.
In front of thousands,
the heroes with no f...

The Being

...In life we find thrill, chills and vains of nerve 
Dreams of believers as high as sky eyes 
Like climbing mountain, loose stone, slide to 
next grab 
We stumble, occasional knee drop to ground 
...

Success at Last

...


A lady at a coffee shop was sobbing.
Another lady, a Good Samaritan, 
said gently: May I be of help, madam?”
 “Not really,” she said, “it’s really nothing.
My husband...an accident...this m...

Humility

...Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected 
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who wa...

The Blood Remembers

...In the shadow of Newark’s bricks and bones,
Where the pavement hums with moans,
Where mothers pray with open eyes,
And sons are born beneath gray skies—
The blood remembers. The land remembers.
...

My Choice

...They said you’d never survive,
That there were complications with the pregnancy,
They told me it would be painful,
Yet they made you stay in my womb.

They said there was nothing they could do,
...

the whys of older women

...Do older women wear gloves
To hide their wrinkles?
Camouflage their age spots?
To try to look fancy, dainty or demure?
To look feminine?
They usually wear pink, white, yellow or light green glov...

The Anthem of the Disenchanted

...
Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation,  
A voice claws through the cracks of static screens,  
And suppressed speakers,  
A distorted hymn for the disenchanted,  
A battle cry ...

Behind The Bluff

...


Why has natural human beauty
Been deemed as not enough
Faces plastered and glued
With artificial,  unnatural stuff

False eyelashes glued on
The length of camels plus some 
Faces orange ...

an erotic bike ride

...
an erotic bike ride                                     

as we rode along,
she said she 
wished that she
was my bike
that she liked
how i pedaled
and i turned
to her
and said, 
i wished...

Plasma Of Time

...My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound 
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings 
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow 
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped 
In gushing
...

Give Me a Push

...Give me a push the faerie said
The lion laughed
He remembered the last time he had pushed her
She had fallen out and her wings had torn off

I do not have a light touch, he told her
Pump your f...

Sacred Waters

...
Water was sacred
either as a shower
squirted out of a sprinkler 
on the backyard lawn
to run through and cool us
on hot summer days
or splashed from a font
when making the sign 
of the cros...

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