Ferguson Poems - Poems about Ferguson

It's a place I know, my feet familiar with each timber plank that deck the way, the smooth ones and the ones buckled and raised ready to trip an old man's foot. I know the name of...Read the rest...

Sorrow are the memories we now all share Understanding we want to have peace with you Forseeing that there would be such a spark Fighting for that love and all it can do Emotions of anger and fear fill...Read the rest...

It’s raining…. Clouds is all WE see. Darkness looming at every corner. It’s raining…. Hail is coming down. From all angles. Darkness looming at every corner. It’s raining…. Thunder echoes our ears deaf. Clinging at the rear. Of our broken bridges, we fear. Darkness looming at...Read the rest...

Oh Ferguson. Simply kindling for a bonfire blackened white smoke hate marinating into flame hope dining on what remains what happened to your soul what happened to your soul hope dining on what remains hate marinating into flame blackened white smoke kindling for a bonfire Oh...Read the rest...

Poet: Ken Jordan Poem:  Ferguson  Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2014 America, Hands Up Don't Shoot! Young  black males are dying, faster than seconds on a clock, and nothing is done Just another young brother GONE - They killed Pac,  In Vegas nothing was done They killed Biggie In LA nothing was done They killed Oscar Grant, In Oakland, (at Fruitvale station) nothing was...Read the rest...

Curfew . . Won't do!...Read the rest...

(This is a true story) A man committed murder in 1991 and again in 1993. He was evil and he lived less than one mile from me. He beat his wife to death with a bat and decapitated...Read the rest...