Revolution Poems - Poems about Revolution

Every revolution ever Devised by the most clever From the rot, they sever And souls naive Of anew, believe Assuming it not too far gone To rectify all that’s wrong They must be ready to stand up, then For combat in the villain’s den And although it is not as mighty The sword decides who holds the pen Yet history provides a warning And the idealist may...

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Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote" forever stamp (2020) They stamped her face– like that could contain her fire. Purple, white, and gold– not colors, but warning, wrapped around a marching soul. She didn't walk, she moved like thunder– every step cracking silence, every breath remembering the women who weren't allowed to speak. They called her too loud. Too much. Too wild. But she was...

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I may have written this for a band to sing, or maybe I just wrote it for me. Maybe it’s for the kids in dirty Vans, or those reppin’ spiked Converse hi tops. To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades in the merch line? This is for you. ...

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I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette All I want is to choose for myself But we can't do this and we can't do that I think they're really trying to steal all our fun They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison. Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs...

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Charles Dickens said it best, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” a tale born in paroxysm and flame, where streets cried for liberty beneath the weight of tyranny, and history turned, restless, in its slumber. The Bastille fell like the crumbling of old oaths, its stones heavy with the breaths of the oppressed. The mob surged,...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches, and the calloused hands of a carpenter, where ink stains fight oil slicks, where the soft susurrations of Plato wrestle the raw shouts of Spartacus. Do you think Socrates...

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Our lips burn like swords drawing blood out at the break of a dawn. Coughing poison droplets in the fabric the time has spun. There goes our youth forever; There goes our thoughts- all ends at nothing, and nothing ends at all. Praying lords to resuscitate their kingdoms where we reside, summon back the innocence of a child, leaving behind something worth living for. ...

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Seasons the Earth's rotations the Earth's revolution Seasons the full moon the half and crest moon the moon's revolution. Industrial revolution man's achievement Industrial revolution Earth's doom Industrial revolution Man's demise Man's gain, Oxygen's loss Environment's loss ...

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Listen to the thunder of waves As it heralds the change of tides It comes day or night, no fixed time Watch out for the lightning that raves As it does not choose any side It strikes like a broken rhyme...

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Where shall I go? They ask of us what I cannot sacrifice, So help. You, scared of the void of dice, Do not fear what you know has result, Let their greed grind to a halt, Their evangelism is disguised with the veneer of a mission, As they push us back in this revolting schism, Help us. Retrieve our right to humanity, Relieve the wound...

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In lands unknown, we plant our dreams Hearts unite, as hope redeems With each journey, change now streams Now, they are throwing us out by all means © daniel miltz...

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Syria, unshackled by the three crimson stars, twinkling so free Yearning for so long, for the green field, the future to be Ripping off the blood-stained past of every sin and atrocity In his strength, he made the lions and they dynasty flee And they, the Guardians of the Syrian Homeland, became free...

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Forgiveness— not a gift we give to those who break us, but a key we forge to unlock our own chains. It is not easy. No, it is the hardest thing of all, to unclench fists so tightly wound with fury, grief, and shame. It is a war fought within— a thousand battles against the temptation of vengeance, the seductive embrace of bitterness. Forgiveness is not a...

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It can be politically or personally but it relates to fostering change on a grand scale It comes with great sacrifice, determination and discipline Can alter the landscape of time Be beneficial in it's unique way Goes against the grain Does not discriminate Stands tall amidst the turmoil Is a beacon for the advancement of civilizations Can cost you your life...

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