Metaphor Racism Poems | Examples
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WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN
When racism climbs,
let’s be as gravity:
Bigotry’s demise:-
THE RACE
The race is still on;
our ebon-race being chased:
Let’s keep racing on:-
For Langston Hughes
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.
What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a grievin':
Never seen no Birch trees
On a snowy evenin'.
Then Oxford poets got they poems
An' I gots mine...
So I'll be movin' on, Langston
Movin' down the line....
Michael Ellis
the sea and sky
blend on the reach
'til one becomes the other,
oh, wouldn't that
be grand to teach -
ONE race, with none ...
to smother?
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.
Wandering the maze of sanity
has now become a harsh challenge
to the psyche as insanity fuels
itself with echoing bigotry
soaring like starving hawks
while vultures are daily treated
to sights of warm human appetizers
laying out on blood-stained turf tables.
If only lives could be as treasured
and as recyclable as are old cold weapons
of war that continues to be allowed
to seek the devouring warmness of life.
The yellow roses in a lone star field of dreams
droop in waters of tears and dried blood;
long-horned cows and egrets go about symbiotically,
as wagon train-like funeral processions pass by:
Meanwhile, congress-persons attend NRA banquets.
America rots in the corpse
Of a swine
Wipe away the blood
You filthy liar
The world cries out
Only a gunshot
Just a single gunshot
A rose is a rose is a rose
And why is that? I suppose...
Each one has smooth petals, a stem
Each one has green leaves, then again
Each one has a fragrant perfume
Each one opens wide in full bloom
Each one is a symbol of love...
Each one is a gift from above.
A rose is a rose is a rose
And why is that? I suppose...
Deep russet, bright red, pink delight,
Cream, yellow, pure white to our sight...
Home-grown, cultivated, or wild
The fragrance, outstanding or mild
In garden, bouquet or a vase
Each rose is so sure to amaze.
Deep russet, bright red, pink delight
Cream, yellow, pure white to our sight...
A rose is a rose is a rose
No matter in what way it shows.
August 13, 2015
Contest: Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Divine Flowers
In a flower’s velvet petals
There dwells a divine scent and hue
Soon a tiny creature settles
That will help pollinate a few.
We are blossoms of our dear God
Born each in colors of our kin.
It matters not our birth of sod
Neither the colors of our skin.
9-25-2014
~N/A~
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
* non-duality is the ability to comprehend infinite unity by J Freeman
~4th Place~
For Andrea Dietrich's "Tell Me Your Number Contest" I am 8
8 line form Heroic Rispetto (Month and Day) Path May 3rd. 5+3=8