Uproot Poems - Poems about Uproot

...## I Eleven, Tehran's burning heat— sleeve rolled high against the summer's weight, the Revolutionary Guard's fist finds my face like a question mark carved in flesh. A G3 rifle barrel cold agai......

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...I am the voice of time — The whisper of centuries long silenced, And today, I thunder: The Earth has turned. The meek now reign. In the year 2050, China stands not as a country, But as the he......

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...What makes it okay to bomb a nation? Kill so many who don’t have a station? Destroy a country, cities and families? Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies— Who never chose this war… suffer......

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...I'm lover not a fighter, me spilling exclamations instead of blood, its what I resamble, the ink in my viens that paints not images but setting reactions on the loose. Please! blame me ......

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...The hidden one moves in silence with violent footsteps pounding the pavement While grounding itself to disengage from grooves designed to uproot it found its level Leveling to find balance betw......

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...Imagine! " Kind Words", revealed as piercing bands of sunlight gently melting mist of morning dew. Shredded strands of light appear blazing through leaves blanketing forest deep. Restrain ......

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...Today I will smash the old computer and count the air between us, I will burn the books for warmth, letting the ashes paint my glasses with memories, and I will uproot the withered plant, sowing it......

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...GOD We look and we listen While liars try to prove contradictions In your words that have been written Via arguing bout religion JESUS people say they are GOD Since we're created in GOD'S i......

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...I am the wrench in the clockwork, a tiny twist in the gears of a universe too vast to notice my pinch, yet enough to reroute the cascade— leverage, a quiet conspiracy of small forces. Like a c......

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..."It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what......

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...once again the warmth of sunshine showered my being awakening the inkwell of mind overflowing in musing contemplations of allegorical messages of a fertile womb of mind se......

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...In a world of shadows and dancing lights, A woman remains a woman, even when the sky sighs. Voices intertwine with silence in whispers, Her steps carry her through dreams, on untamed and ripe path......

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...I carry within me the rhythm of a winding road, a dance of freedom and longing, how to resign myself to being constrained within the limits of an infinite world, rows of poplars as pillars sustain ......

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...I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow ey......

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...I chose to write, For all those torn-off branches, For all those scarred backs, For all those dehumanized bodies, For all those centuries of persecution. I chose to read, To decon......

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