America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Welcome To America
Welcome To America It was speculated that I was a gang member and do what they do That’s not the case however I hang with some because they are cool
Michael Cheeseborough IIPublished 6 years ago in PoetsOutlaw
Always wanted to be like Jesse James, taking the horse by the reins. Each day a new course in it for better or worse. Guns on my hip, giving the law the slip. Midnight runs through the countryside sounds fun. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor your pockets never being sore. Always looking for the next score.
ElRey NiffenPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhen I Was a Kid
The web that was worldwide, was a way we unified, with all those who were close, and allowed us to talk to them most. Social media, became this encyclopedia, where we could post, and would be judged on the most number of likes, followers or views, and this would be the fuse, to ignite out ego, and dress us up in a narcissistic tuxedo.
Incognito .Published 6 years ago in PoetsLiberty Belle
Atop cherry bricks of a state house in Philadelphia Chiming incessantly against indigo skies, She speaks. Though, A mishap, or
Blankface .Published 6 years ago in PoetsDear Society
Dear society isn't it funny how half of the time we act like we're on a united front? We preach about being humane and showing a glimpse of kindness
Alexandra Parra-OrtizPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLone Star State
Loud and proud The place of big things Blue and white Red and blue stripes One star meets the lone star My home is full of them heavy twangs
In the Court
In the court where the word is the law, Where words are the end, all and all, Times are changing and words are too In the court where the word is the law.
TheWeirdPoetPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHush Child
Hush child and lay down your head Go to sleep and sweet dreams will follow Your mother’s arms around you will lull you even deeper
Jocelyn GoldPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCall to the World
Let me be the first to attest to the sins of man, to say that not only are we not perfect but that we can hardly stand . Let me be the first to say that we are at fault , give me a moment to explain and you’ll understand.
Mynx KilimaroPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCultural Gentrification
Cultural Gentrification Step 1. Evaporation—our cultures are gettin lost in evaporation. Went from segregation to Replication. You see, they want us to live in separation, then bring us together, take what they like, then back to isolation. Then, they rewrite the history of our nation, removing the all facts from the basin.
Tristan ReavesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Poem for Dark Skin Girls
A Poem for Dark Skinned Girls. I espressoed your skin and licoriced your hair. I dug my fingers into the depths of the Atlantic Ocean to mold you with a bit of Egyptian gold. I smeared honey on your thighs, brushed cinnamon on your check bones and sprawled you in front of the sun until you were the color of the midnight sky. I named you “north”, “alpha”, “queen” and “big mama.” Charged with birthing the earth and holding up half the sky; you make humanity a possibility.
Nova DarlingPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy America
My America died a long time ago. I'm not sure if I can pinpoint an actual time when it happened in general, But for me, it was probably when I was 7.
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in Poets