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Short Uncle Tom Poems

Short Uncle Tom Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uncle Tom by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uncle Tom by length and keyword.


Tanka 10
Tam Pierce
a gray mare 
the circus-clowns' car
old uncle Tom Cobbley et al
going to Widecombe Faire...

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Categories: uncle tom, humorous,
Form: Tanka



Aabb Poem
My Uncle Tom was the life of the party
He is creative or so arty (artistic)
He makes us laugh and cry
His art is so beautiful, WHY!...

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Categories: uncle tom, dad,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Limerick Queens
Uncle Tom and me are limerick queens A bit on the feminine side we tend to lean Only speaking for me I still stand up to pee But wearing a bra sends a message guaranteed
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Categories: uncle tom, crazy,
Form: Limerick
We Can Make Achange
we the people have power
its a love shower
with us as a race
there  few sungun
we call uncle tom
there's fight they run
and hide these are know lies
together we can ease world pain
its not insane 
to say
WE CAN MAKE CHANGE...

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Categories: uncle tom, adventure, black african american, hope,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Poor Uncle Tom

He lies in peace beneath this tree

where death by shock came suddenly.

That thunderbolt struck Uncle Tom-

he faced the storm before the calm.


April 16, 2019

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Sponsor:L Milton Hankins
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Categories: uncle tom, death, funny,
Form: Light Verse



His Life Mattered, Part V
...He brother railed at her when they were wed,
‘Uncle Tom, race traitor!”such words were said,
‘Raised by a white man, you’ll mess up your son!”
She just rolled her eyes, and said, “Are you done?”

She had no more time for her brother’s hate,
it impeded with a life that was great,
Keenan had a new dad, and soon sisters three,
no more self-destruction, no more misery....

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Categories: uncle tom, change, conflict, growth, people, political, race, racism,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member The Little Girl was the Canvas
Where is the canvas? The little girl said.
Her father was a cut-up type artist, went by Odd Ned.
I will use your face and your hair I think.
She was relieved that her Daddy used a bit of pink.

You have the coolest daddy! The kids all said.
She loved his creation so much, she did not want to go to bed.
I am afraid when I wake up it will all go away, she told her Mom.
Go wash it away, he can make another one, said her Uncle Tom....

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Categories: uncle tom, art,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Shattered Sighs