Political Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Political Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Political. These are the best examples of Rhyme Political poems written by international poets.
Miny marshmallow minds, are minding the store.
Their heads are on fire, still they come back for S'more.
In the heat of it all, they can't find the door.
Till their milk chocolate membranes, ooze out on the floor.
They cough up graham crackers all over our shoes.
Their breath reeks of cigars and cheap homemade booze.
With heads still on fire, they can't follow the clues.
Just keep marching side by side, and two by twos.
S'more the merrier? Well, I know that's what they say.
But, how many more marshmallow minds are melting today.
Maybe we should put out the camp fire, be on our way.
Before all we can taste, are muck, sand, and clay.
Dice the ice and break the chain,
Shatter the silence and unmask the pain.
Frozen systems guard the throne,
But truth is fire, it melts the ice that turn stone.
Dice the ice of greed and lies,
Cut through the veil that blinds our eyes.
The people’s voice, a storm untamed,
Shall melt the frost of those unnamed.
Dice the ice of fear and doubt,
Tear the old order inside out.
No tyrant’s rule can last for long,
When masses rise, their will is strong.
Dice the ice for to justice flow,
From frozen rivers as new seeds grow.
The dawn is near, the night shall cease,
A nation freed shall find her peace.
The Oppressed
Stand against the high and mighty.
As a unit, stand and fight.
Their homes will burn.
Give them what they deserve.
Our back door is flooded.
Chaos, unrest.
Take the power back.
Raise your fist up high.
They're all puppets on strings.
With a bullet, feel the sting.
Corrupted selfish bastards.
This can’t last forever.
Our nation is taxed to death.
Send them to their death.
This country deserves better.
The streets are on fire.
Feed the machine.
The oppressed are not free.
Tear down the walls of reason.
Fight for what you believe in.
This is our civil war.
They are above us no more.
They're all full of greed.
Shoot them down and watch them bleed.
Too Many Rules
Wake up to all of the lies.
Always talking , here comes the fly’s.
Always struggling just to get by.
Work long hours, take back what is mine.
Too many regulations to follow.
All my enemies will be at my feet and below.
Camra’s watch everywhere you go.
No place to hide but run far away from you.
Too many people in power.
Push back until the crowd grows louder.
Westand tall for our freedom.
The government has always been the problem.
Throw away the corruption.
Raise your fist high cause the streets are burning.
This is our purge who’s against us.
The high and mighty will become dust.
This letter I wrote to my brothers.
In rage this is not over.
Wecannot live under dictatorship.
Light up the sky because we don’t give a .
Trample on our leaders who betray us.
Burn down their homes for there will be no forgiveness
Charles Kirk, conservative political activist, author, and media personality was assassinated in Utah on Sept 10, 2025
A world of common sense is stifled
A loss for all of us, indeed
Whoever killed him used a rifle
In vicious, vile, heinous deed
We knew him all and his compassion
Someone who spoke the honest truth
Defending freedom with a passion
And gifting hope to our youth
He may be gone, yet seeds he planted
Shall germinate and bear fruit
Ascend to Pearly Gates was granted
So sad his voice is now on mute
It’s one of those turning points
That twists the country on its head
Time shall make sense at this checkpoint
What we have lost with Charlie’s dead
Whoever did this want us chained
And walking left instead of right
May not this loss be their gain
Farewell, C. Kirk, one noble knight
September 10, 2025
The left’s declared war on the right
The right’s declared war on the left
When they finish with each other
In the center aught will be left
America ain't America anymore, Pa.
Guess what was in a news flash I just saw.
The Supreme Court decided that, for picking anyone off the street, mere suspicion is enough.
And Trump implied that wife beating is an acceptable part of love.
Pa! When are Christians like us gonna stop putting up with this godawful stuff?
Mikey, oh Mikey
you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles
and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position
against all the poor
With lies and deceit
you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian
invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words
you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Donnie’s small boy
a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll
a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven
for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell
and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying
and outrageous claims
And prepare for eternity
burning in flames
What I’d like to say to my Congressional friends
is that I'm waiting to see how this all ends.
And if with America a shining city upon a hill,
I will apologize to all of you, I swear I will.
But if it ends like I think it might,
in the darkest darkness ~ in the anti-light,
may you be forever damned for the part you played.
You had every chance to do him in.
But to save your own skin,
you made sure that he stayed.
They crowd around their leader
unqualified, unfit
Vying for some action
all chomping at the bit
They’ve given-up democracy
their morals are all gone
Instead they honor Donald Trump
a two-bit, traitor con
They don’t want an America
with those who aren’t White
They’d rather burn it to the ground
and threaten that they might
They’re homophobic bigots
and condemn those who are trans
Scared of life, scared of love
they punish them with bans
Like preachers, they quote scripture
hang crosses from their chains
But then deport small children
far away, alone, on planes
The MAGA base is poisoned
hating all that’s not the same
Then praise an unfit moron
who’s a fool and has no shame
We won’t give-up our freedom
our vote, or right to talk
Together, we will march as one
resist, and walk the walk
If Trump were to croak, say, by choking on a slice of papaya,
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative
to prove that Trump's death was another example of a suffering messiah?
I steal the time and i steal the heart,
I steal the memories and i steal the scars,
I was a thief who stole for love,
But finally they caught me deciding how should I'd punished as I was a thief who stole laughter,
I was a thief who stole sadness,
But it was a crime they said in the end,
Would they burn me or buried me alive,
Would they behead me or cut me alive,
I accept any punishment as I was a thief who likes to steal the pain,
No draconian law affects me or cage me as I became a thief who stole the freedom and fate,
I died laughing as crimson was dripping from my flesh,
In the end I was called a thief who stole his own death.
Living under a dictator won’t be all that bad.
Most won’t even miss any of the rights that they had.
But oops! Here they come for your high-powered gun.
They’ve just about convinced you, it will be safer for everyone,
especially now that all those murderous immigrants are gone.
It lurks around each corner
at every stop he makes
In front of every camera
from the time he wakes
It’s everywhere he travels
each place he tries to hide
A friend of old, who’ll always be
right there by his side
He wants us to forget him
but he won’t go away
That pedophilic friend of his
with whom he used to play
It’s just too bad for Donald
Epstein’s Ghost will never die
His victims live to challenge
every perpetrator’s lie
Who would've thought he'd have so few days,
when they'd heaped on him all of God's praise.
For this then, they said, he'd been saved,
though they all knew he was depraved.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.