They Poems - Poems about They

We love to listen to the music of the mountains from our cabin… The wind whistling through the trees… The buzzing of the hummingbird wings…the birds’ songs floating on the breeze. So when we took a picnic to our favorite spot on the Parkway (where we’ve been picnicking for 37 years) We were excited as we anticipated in this...

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Happiness is waving goodbye, smiling. Grief makes another promise to return. Hesitation even agrees. But Regret is nudging me. Love says: you had too much. And Hate— for once— is silent. Loneliness says: you are not alone....

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They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest, I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden, Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night, Each stanza is a bandage pretending to...

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Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life In horror films black people die first We always make smart decisions And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film They don't leave us alone Not in life Not in death Not even in fiction They do this to show...

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Inspired by family dynamics. May you be blessed with good ones. They are my family By Michelle Morris 21/06/2025 They are my blood They are my bone They are the hearts I've always known They are the good They are the bad They are the happy They are the sad They are my hurt They are my pain They are the ones Who...

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Eyes, Chico, never lie, but sometimes I wish they could weave stories, In the depths of your eyes, where love once danced like a shining star, Now there's only a pale shadow, a name carved in the sand of time, Your eyes no longer sparkle, I see the hidden storms, Contempt and confusion, wounds hidden like treasures in the...

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He was strong in life But even stronger in death He refused to be forgotten So he stained the pavement in his blood A haunting reminder of what was done His blood spoke more than words could It's echo mourned his childhood To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love To the system they called him a thug How can that...

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They walk among us, wrapped in a quiet that intrigues, in a silence that soothes. We think they’ve always been this way, born under a merciful star, spared from opposing winds. But this peace, you have to listen to it closely: it vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times, it echoes with the memory of...

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He reflected on the life he had lived Staring out the window watching his kids with his grandkids They were his greatest gifts He also felt this quiet melancholy of putting them in a position To survive In a world filled with racists He hoped they would outlive him He hoped he would end up in a casket...

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For 46 years - prideful and hateful Wrath, envy, spreading the net Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful A sword to be held, like eternal threat Destruction, murder, elimination Iran, to wipe Israel off the map A sordid task for the whole nation Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt It was their purpose, the goal, the aim To end every Jew on planet Earth Fanned hot...

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A circus act A puppet A clown When you think of these you think of a Performance Or even entertainment You think of Comedy You think of Jokes You think of Laughter So what happens When you become the butt of the joke Where they are not laughing with you But at you Not because you're funny But because of what's being done to you Oh you don't know Well...

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Cart before horse Drink the horse to water Spill the bean to go-betweens Hold hands to stay the course Bygones never happened on, by here Slay the messenger! Doggone they're here! Dilemmas are binary, but one 'tis nothing Bury the Lede; Let the moored go free Leap before you bridge the gap By the way, if you never asked? Petals on daisy chain flowers are...

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Supply ships arrived ready to delight the colonists It was a strange eerie day on Roanoke Island No colonist ran out to greet them The ship crews searched for them They had vanished The word Croatan was carved into an oak tree The only indication they had been there at all No bodies were found, no drag marks No sign of a struggle It...

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They taught me to keep my voice folded like a handkerchief in my pocket, clean, unused, never to be raised, never to be loud. They taught me to sit like a question that dared not be asked, to smile like a mirror that reflects everyone but never itself. They taught me how to serve tea with trembling hands, how to laugh without volume, how to cover my chest with shame stitched by mothers...

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