America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Lost
I hold the compass in my hand, wishing the needle would no longer turn, ceaselessly spinning, endlessly turning until even the rose of winds becomes a blur and home is gone.
Rhiannon WatcherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur Rainbow
The colors of my rainbow will not bleed The colors of my rainbow will not fade They will not back down and they will not be afraid
Shae Lynn SandersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlack Lives
As I sit here I wonder if others understand why it's a must that we instill in others that black lives really matter I mean as if blacks actually matter in a society that teaches others they don't
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in Poets9/11
The smoke The screams So much terror all around The metal Twisting The terrorist earthquake brought it down The streets
Allie MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsViacon
Smoldering dawn, arise from the sickened bedpost I lay wet in your unfolding demeanor Guide yourself over the pastures of something new and abused
Broke PoetPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMuscle Memory
Supremacists, nationalists, history advocates— they march because they say they will not let their place in history be forgotten.
Jose JuarezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Voice
My Voice. Won't be heard. Because I am a young, Caucasian, religious female. They won't want to hear my opinion once I say I'm independent in the political world. They won't listen because I'm not "old enough" to have an opinion. They won't listen because they think it's all a bunch of nothing, since it's coming from my mouth, my thoughts. They won't listen because it won't benefit them. They won't listen because I'm just a college student "not experiencing the real world." They won't listen because I am not a democrat. They won't listen because I don't claim republican. They don't listen because I am not ONE OF THEM. All they see is my pink pouted lips and 12-year-old looking body. "She's too young to have a say." "She's a woman." "She's a 'white' young lady with her heads in the clouds thinking things will ever change."
Ode To Charlotte NC
Oh, fair city With a day flourishing so, But born to a region torn. Of Divisions to federate means. The difference between,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAmerica Is Hollywood
Let America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking a home where he himself is free. —Langston Hughes
Adem GaricPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWe R Humans
We are human beings living on the planet called “Earth” We are young We are old We are the past, present, and incoming future
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo More Lies
I once was told I was colored, I once was told I'm a Negro, Who soon became black labeled Afro. African-American what is that I ask? How could the truth change so many times? Who gave these labels I asked? If everyone on the planet has a nation where is mine. Because what you're calling my people, there is no land. So nationality has no bearing to man? Lies, lies and more lies. Yeah I know the truth. I'm Moorish-American descendant of Ruth. The big masonic secret kept for too many years. Slaves no longer in chains, slaves by mental fear. So tell that lie to somebody else. The gig is up you just lied to yourself.
Fred Kendricks-ElPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat Have We Become?
What have we become? If you only look around and notice the misery, Brave souls dying by the seconds, Protesters silenced by disfavors,
Malika YoungPublished 7 years ago in Poets