A People Poems - Poems about A People

I’ve heard there are those who dance in the rain with cherry lips and salsa hips against those who run their mind upside down dash for cover with umbrella Envoy may rain as a measure remain ...

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There was a place, supposedly, that was my home. I was born and grew up in that Southern place. My family was great, but that place, not so much. I heard it said that home is where your story began. But honestly, that place was never really home to me. There is a neighborly place, saturated with love and grace. It's...

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Electoral mortification The ego of one man chaotically divided a nation. Hypnotically humiliated and brought its people into dissolute hatred, plucking each other limits. Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds. This team of trumpers! imperious loud mouths, puissant leaches stumping on others, with ominous filthy words. Despicable regard for biblical equal. Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself. Leave the hate, it’s...

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A Lesson in History: How to Subdue a People Be brazen in thievery and sweet-tongued deceit To, of their lands and people, take receipt. Merchandise their inhumane objectification, And keep them checked with generous flagellation. With threats of nooses around their necks, or mutilation, Deny them education for continued Blaxploitation, To engrave ignorance and inferiority in their genes, And achieve their eternal...

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An Ode to a People Who Are Suffering. First came the war Iranians had to fight Eight years of suffering Warlords hardly are right. The war was over Many souls were lost No more soldiers, no more bullets But a terrible economic cost. Because of sanctions after sanctions Iran´s sun cannot shine. Iranians are still suffering But the politicians are fine. Suddenly, a deadly virus Started infecting everyone Among...

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It is easy for me to look beyond myself in Canada, I do not have to go to a third world country; or very far, I just need to look in Northern Ontario, to the First Nation reserves to see horrible conditions. Yet, although these people have no access to water, overcrowded homes, unemployment, high food costs; limited health care...

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Introverts like animals better than people, like to read, can entertain themselves for hours I am an introvert. Extraverts like being with friends, like being the center of attention, like being loud and obnoxious! I am an extrovert. Oververts like exaggerating, making up stories, and like doing things with a zealous spirit that scares people. I am an oververt! Underverts like to do things...

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You dont have to be moved, we are already in a revolution A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television. One which undoes it all Implanting the seeds that usurp men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals. I make a imaginery toast to a...

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Ebony love songs, ebony fears fashioned to survive the years, soulful music laced with tears cry of love as evening nears. Rhythm of the indigo light railroad melody of night bluesy to survive the plight soulful record of the fight Lena Horne, the Count and Duke a swing and style with human truth All that heart could raise the roof blasting from a corner juke. What other...

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The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted, The people-centred philosophy which was budding: ‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights, Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights. After life’s origin with the big-bang, Came matter, plants and animals; And then apes preceded neanderthals, When *****neanderthalensis were a gang. Homo...

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white light or black its a fact brown or round from city country or town to have dreams mabe its little mean to say love come in everyway we'll all sister and brother from above WE NEED EACH EACH OTHER...

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I am calling Him and he is calling Him Everyone is calling Him to heal pains Very closer to us He is very near to us We are searching with our closed eyes Though His glorious face is in front of us In our dirty and dark heart We are searching Him in that dark and dirty He has millions of hands...

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“I Come From A People” Written by Kim Tipton Scott I come from a people... Forced to labor from sun up ‘till after it had gone down and from the fruits of this involuntary servitude cotton...tobacco...and cane an entire country was built with their bare and blistered hands. I come from a people... Men...women…even Children with limbs big and strong but spirits even stronger and though beaten and sometimes...

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are we such a people who has lost vision of that important historical dream to stand equal on even ground using intellect and talent to seize all opportunities are we such a people quick to scream racism without even examining oneself discrimination is prevalent within our fold, the lighter shade of brown is considered top shelf are we such...

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A people without a god I ask you to serve our goddess, to pay the dues of our kinds, leaving those western men you call priests and imams at the expense of our shrine masters and their fabulous incantations, pouring wine at our ancestral shrines, perhaps dance the formidable tunes of our “Nfehveh;” But you rather preferred the Yahweh and Allah...

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