Short American Life Poems
Short American Life Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about American Life by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about American Life by length and keyword.
In the music of life there will be sound and rest,
In every day there will be work and rest,
The contrast is important,
Finding the balance is the test.
Get off this estate,
What for?
Because it's mine!
Where did you get it?
From my father.
Where did he get it?
From his father.
And where did he get it?
He fought for it.
Well,I will fight you for it!
Warrior raised to do battle
In search of a meaning to his life
Love always on his mind
Lonely until the end of time
Imminent anger beneath the surface
A man that keeps his word
Mindless romantic
(for George Ehusani)
When minority
Threatens majority;
Self-solidarity
Divorces reality,
These in a community
Depict dilapidation of the society
And decadence of integrity
Of humanity
In every country!
- women dressing themselves up to resemble meat
-misinterpreted holidays
-chasing other people's dreams
(and humping their works)
-Failing hearts
(and collapsed lungs)
-blood flaked spit
(in dirty ashtrays)
Form:
Digging my nails into my skin
as a tear slowly drip down of my face
while I anticipating the dreadful news
I pence my self hoping its a dream
but i didnt wake up
holding my lower stomach
thinking it might be something growing in me
i peek over and look at the 5.00 stick
and i saw to lines
Form:
The Soul of Man
Authored by Chuck Keys
I saw the pond on the water glaring
was it upside down or right side up
either way, it talked to me of changing times
where men of hate saw only a colorless blend
sightlessly accepting any differences
man was still man, the same.
Sitting on top of the world,
With her legs folded elegantly,
Is the black woman,
Coming from nothing,
Determined, underestimated, and in control,
Created to overcome,
Destined to over-acheive
Secretly admired,
By those two jealous to admit,
The strength,
The love,
And the beauty of,
The black woman.
I love you so,
I’m sorry if it does not always show,
You’ve taught me how to be true in all,
How not to let things bother me,
How not to fall,
I know it is a rough world now,
But time is all we have to give,
To make love as we grow,
Baby, don't be afraid of me,
I love you,
I will never let you go.
Understanding you, under standing me.
Passion frozen, life proposed.
Mounting less than mountains be
Time and temperature disposed.
Wading through a frosty sea.
Dreaming of what it may suppose
Saving you and loosing me.
Crazy life surely be.
Dying you and burying me.
Closing doors never opening free.
I gotta get mine.
You gotta get yours
Mc Breed said it
Take heed to it
You can’t take
Nothing from me
I’m making history
I’m getting mine.
I’m doing fine.
I’m almost to
My last line
With haters
I don’t waste time
I’ve got open doors.
Stop hating, flaking,
And faking.
Get yours.
wrote 3-4-10
'Black Lives Matter'
the perfect 'PC' slogan
to mask criminal activity
to 'Defund the Police'
For if black lives truly matter
the group's aims
and its violent means
are the height of hypocrisy
Just ask law-abiding black folks
screaming for police protection
for their families and their community
Why do we die in these streets
blood is shed by the heat
brothas shake head to feet
our fear makes us blast on
homes empty children gone
R.I.P. under lawn
So is this why we bleed
to nurish corrupt seed
keep them from the haze of weed
We fail cause they blow
the flames tool when we go
to ever change our flow.
UNCOCOONED
In this hive of American life
are lifetime workers engaged
in labors of love and good trouble.
But there are also evil drones
seeking to permanently cocoon
justice, liberty, and equality.
Thus, we must be as butterflies:
Metamorphosed ebony beings destined
to breathe and soar in liberation’s free air.
strength of a thousand
does this one person have
to stand up
with pride in his stance
and fire in his eyes
agree or disagree
he has his say
with great courage
he speaks of tomorrow
and the day after
declaring his secret hopes
while the world looks on
with a jaundiced eyes
to watch this man and
The fire in his eyes
Hatred flowing,
People on a spree of stealing & car-towing.
Having the mind of positive wants,
Then Children acting as if they don't know the do's or the don'ts.
Jobs are hard to find,
I think I'm losing my mind!
Helping others but no one helping me,
Can I please just flee?
From Being in this world,
In a World,
of All of this & More!!
Love is but a rope wrapped tight in various knots.
Just when you think you have one undone; the next is a bit harder
to undo.
If not careful it becomes tighter and the moment of anticipation
begins to fade.
This hurricane of twisted thread, bind as rope.
Willful to this release.
Time is key to those deserving;
Creating a memory that will last forever.
Cherokee Warrior,
so proud and free...
Tell me young warrior,
what do you see?
A beautiful girl
long hair of gold,
A carefree heart
so tempting to hold.
Both young and so daring
full of life and fun.
Each seeking happiness
a place of your own.
A life of past hurts,
could they overcome?
This Cherokee Warrior
and the proud Golden One...
Form:
You always try to find a loophole in the game
But instead of getting ahead, things remained the same
Even though you try to live your life righteously
Only to find yourself in total disbelief
Because you know you can’t make it the traditional way
So you ask God for forgiveness and continue to pray
That one day you will find a legal way to pay
Because you don’t want your freedom taken away
I am not handsome
So my love is not in my physique
Am not rich,
So my love is not bulging in my pocket
Only my brain is wild
And my mind is mild
A fanciful tunnel links both
Its walls,
Romance lurks and links close
Where a man’s treasure is
There you search out his heart
Mine locked you in as its treasure
A drop of tear from your eye
Is twin to a sword thrust through my heart.
My love is in you
...
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
This world we live in is filled with so much sin
And no matter what we do we will never win
Even though the police sometimes create a hostile situation
It’s not just in Detroit; it’s all across the nation
There is even black on black crime
At the drop of a dime
That people are trying to move some where peaceful
So they can be happy and joyful
But it could happen wherever you go
And yes, even in Boise Idaho
When was it when there was no time?
When was it when a fraction of a second
Into oblivion dissolved
Yes, there was
That lost moment unaccounted
When our bodies in vibration quivered
When heartbeats ceased
Then the deep called for deep
As your body mine melted
Nature stood still
As the sun with Joshua
Time stole into time
Witnessing a show of passion unprecedented
Of two who
The cord of love purely struck.
Swaying upon a world long gone
In the eyes of a loving God
The sun beaming upon my brow
and on the softest earth to trod
to ponder our existence long
as days seem ever fade away
turned into an ill-fated haze
and men to evening stars they pray
Forgetting of the noble birth
by lord the God all men were made
and as such we ourselves our lord
of a lesser power to aid
the evil in the hearts of men
residing in a state of sin.
The frown that is hidden beneath that smile can never be revealed.
Rosy pink lip gloss concealed the bruised lips or ego.
Concealer, Face Powder, Eye shadow mask the TRUE self.
Matching outfits and shoes galore,
Purses, Hand-bags... The latest fashion trends help to give a false sense of accomplishment.
Money in the bank... check
House on the hill... check
A SUV or a CRV or a PRADA OR a BENZ... check
But where is happiness?