Stamped Out Poems - Poems about Stamped Out

...I’ve long forged flinty chains, Stamped out and branded, my restraints, Given voice to contented folly Then pierced my heart with demon holly. To assess blame with shame, Spilling stain upo......

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...You say you care about people black and brown, And victims of war in every Gazan town. But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend, For so many downtrodden you're no friend. Slavery i......

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...The human condition, a poem Just me putting words on a screen again.. don't read into it too much; or do - - - Half alive, stark naked and cold You bet you wish you'd paid attention To ......

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...I believe in the bold tomorrow, The theory of the radical way, Without friends and follow, Upon the past undone with sway. The Bush’s read their bible, The Clinton’s quietly prayed, Reagan, t......

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...It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars. The colorful display of power of the people — waving of the red, white and blue; freedom rings, slowly, building to a crescendo to include all......

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...part 28 at least we know what to avoid in a civilization hypnotism for one and angst which merely resembles authenticity by attempting to dissect the inconsequential which boils down to the ma......

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...There was an earlier time that came to mind this day I heard dangerous fears and angers called cowardice instead, back 200 years ago in the United States, when Northern industrialists, relying......

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... Lavish me not with any parting gifts when I die Give me no long goodbye speeches with flowery words I demand an eulogy of silence Extol not my memory, for I am just a mere mortal with ......

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... To dwell among the ruins; littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups, stamped out cigarette butts Cast off lottery binges, crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes Poisoned by ......

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...When I was a boy I had a coin collection. Each one a prime example of its type, Worth well beyond the face value Their small differences and minor flaws Raising them in the eye of the collector. ......

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...Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankin......

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...New Horizons One. His lips kiss my skin Whispering that I am not from sin Words powered by artificial lust Weaving lies into my vulnerable mind Just to make me think it’ll be alright Crimson r......

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...Life isn’t fair Legions lament, Noting there’s no equal share. Some have the wealth of dreams. Some have little to spare, Fated to fail it seems. But if life were fair What makes us uniqu......

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...THE LIGHT HOUSE The shimmering white beacon off the shores Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again, In restorations amber glow of hope. For are we not the custodians of our own hi......

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...Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red In the heart of winter, when others rest Poverty is stamped out and all are fed And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest Few left to struggle with......

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