Exploitation Poems

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I Am Taxed Extra To Live!

I Am Taxed Extra To Live! short poem

A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities,

The Birth Of A Public Stance

The Birth Of A Public Stance short poem

Looked naïve, but he was elevating himself on the heap of lights unlearning the human commitment. Hunger was his weapon to level the uprising of underprivileged. This monarch of darkness picks up the best, insists on low profiles. We were

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Not Yet

Not Yet short poem

Tell me not to turn the page… it’s the distress that made me strong, it’s the distance that taught me to long. It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth, it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage

Has Anyone Ever?

Has Anyone Ever? long poem

Has anyone ever told us that a little madness is key, For us the new colors to see, Has anyone ever told us any good for dissolution of conformity, For us to feel the glee, Has anyone ever taught us

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

Millions Of Voices

Millions Of Voices short poem

There are millions of voices that are silenced From trafficking, slavery, and exploitation. Not just overseas, in third world countries, But right here in our very own nation. There are millions of tears that spill to the earth Of those

True Freedom True Democracy

True Freedom True Democracy prose poem

After many years of slavery we still end up being enslaved today After many years of exploitation We are still being exploited till today Oh! brother is revolution time is time to live in a real world stand up and

Bondage To No Bounds

Bondage To No Bounds ballad

Twenty score years ago, and some The evil merchants crossed the waves Gleeful as they raped and pillaged Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves En route to the land of Liberty Where all men are created equal In their most frightening

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Smoking

Smoking short poem

She was the smoke that arose from the tip of my cigarette, Covering me with her essence. Insisting that I wrap my lips around her. I held her tight, Staining my fingers with her. Not once did she have to

A Unicorn

A Unicorn prose poem

Somewhere along the dark shades of trees I could feel someone’s waiting for me A creepy feeling I couldn’t hide A spell telling me not to hide. A second thought I set aside As I wandered through the night I

Love

Love short poem

Love sometimes never arrives us Looking for someone in total loss Yet it would cross a desert When it is real and honest It is every minute giving it your all And forgiving everything big or small It is forgetting

Rescue your heart

Rescue your heart short poem

Matters of heart Are for it to know only, At crossroads sometimes We are indecisive and lonely. No rescue can redeem What the heart loses after, No stranger can sense The catch in our laughter. Morphed into a weird world

Traffic

Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?

Wilderness Choir

Wilderness Choir short poem

High above timberline on the fringe of a pristine alpine meadow in the dawning of a new wilderness day. The rolling bugle of a superior bull elk, reflected on this master bugler’s breath in the cool crisp air. A lonesome

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

Reality

Reality short poem

For a moment I see things turning beautiful all seems to be the way I wanted: the way they were in the past. For a moment my tears dissipated from my eyes and a bright smile lights up my face.

Sweet As You Are…

Sweet As You Are... short poem

The falling rains, the blowing wind The call of mountains, The songs of river, The chanting of bells, The joy of spring Are indeed sweet, Alas; but not – as sweet Sweet as you are The dreams which drive, The

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed;

Self-awareness

Self awareness short poem

Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.

Humility

Humility short poem

While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst

Cat Fight

Cat Fight short poem

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

Maybe

Maybe short poem

if I write enough poems maybe I’ll get one or two right it doesn’t really matter very much to me each one I can read which helps me remember is good enough dependable and sturdy to do me such a

Dumbfounded

Dumbfounded short poem

A blacksmith exploded a missile at point-blank to lower the animal in a candid manner. So close that truth went brute. Nativity of a patriarch was challenged. The birds had migrated a long distance to find the water. The doors

Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

What’s Poetry To Me?

Whats Poetry To Me? short poem

What’s poetry to me Within myself I need to see It’s a flow of words Like the tweet of birds It’s a way to express Something you don’t want to suppress It’s a personal affair Revealed to the world in

Purply, A Letter

Purply, A Letter short poem

I’m gonna hit the jackpot They’ll have stars in their eyes I’m the Kahuna bigly The father well The winner justly And I’m right on the edge Snakely eyes in the back of my head Rolling highly I’ll be home

The Hill Cottage

The Hill Cottage prose poem

Under the vast canopy Of spotless blue sky With snow-capped hills as neighbours Rests the cute cottage blissfully In the midst of blooming flowers Far from the madding crowd Far from din and bustle Far from smoggy air space And

Values In Life – 2

Values In Life – 2 short poem

Without values life may whop And you cannot even yawp As the destiny may strop A valueless person nonstop. If your values from life lop It is zilch and make you fop – Fop – a man with concern atop

Take Time

Take Time short poem

Take time, To stop for a while, look around you, look at this beautiful world. Take some time, to be free, from this hectic life, and to enjoy the scenery. Where you are, might be the place, which you had

Tattoo

Tattoo prose poem

Life’s a canvas, so why not body Let colors of self reflect on already Let ink on skin speak for the unspoken of you Let shades of it flow for the flawless of you And let pain of it trickle

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

The Guy In Gray Last March

The Guy In Gray Last March short poem

You drive me to the same place. You steer so swift and safe. You reached my waist behind your car, In a land seems near, Yet, so far. Your face was so close to mine, And I thought it was

Don’t Go In The Basement

Don’t Go In The Basement long poem

Oh DON’T GO IN THE BASEMENT child, Don’t let them in; don’t let them get to you Keep all the doors that lead downstairs Double locked, I’m telling you this for your Own good child, do whatever you gotta do

Tsunami – A Catastrophe Stroy

Tsunami   A Catastrophe Stroy short poem

The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an

When the Dark Comes

When the Dark Comes short poem

I hear you. I see you. Only in the dark. I speak to you. I feel you. Only in the dark. I hate you. I fear you. When it is dark. It’s lonely. It’s scary. Once it is dark. My

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is

The Confront; I Believe

The Confront; I Believe short poem

Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,

Out of my layer

Out of my layer short poem

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Rivers And Reservoirs

Rivers And Reservoirs prose poem

I like to behold the budding of bushes and branches as they prepare to bring to us their beautiful roses, shady limbs, and leaves. I like to hear the sounds of creeks, dams, ditches, lakes, ponds, and watersheds shouting in

My Dearest Brother And I

My Dearest Brother And I ode

I want the wall of divide to fall apart and Forget we’re born of different parents We are the children God made for love Now the parents of children teaching only love above all. Let’s once again remember our childhood