Exploitation Poems

Exploitation poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of exploitation poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on exploitation are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

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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Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

Staring at the sky on an early dawn of a day , when the light of twinkling stars are still fighting to give peace , you are not fascinated . Fascinated to hold your queer life freely back again. You

Once Again

Once Again short poem

The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let

The Tippler

The Tippler short poem

Drowning in glass and aluminum Seduced by a sadistic lover A nickel for your thoughts And a penny for another Self worth turns to self pity As the shimmering facade is drained Expressions once so full of life Have become

The Stealthy Wizard

The Stealthy Wizard prose poem

Who is he who so dastardly continues to displease heaven? Who is he who failed in his attempt to rule via usurpation? Who is this timid one who stands in the way of his own advancement, but yet unduly influences

On Esoteric Science

On Esoteric Science long poem

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

World at my Window

World at my Window short poem

World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

I’ve come for walk early today. It’s not dawn yet. But don’t worry! In the park, on reaching the banyan tree, It came out- an indistinct figure- dark, with …Terrible fangs! Hairy body! Fiery eyes! At one go, I moved

Syrian Spring

Syrian Spring long poem

Syrian I am, Not by breed, but as a human I see spring so colorless and dull, yet dreamy red! And I dream this dream with all its dread In day and night Or even in sleep and fight: A

Fela Kuti

Fela Kuti long poem

You got a part I got my broken heart Live and let them walk Build a bridge and break that wall Look up at the sky, without any pillar it never falls Wake up and stand tall This world is

A Bad Trip

A Bad Trip long poem

Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn

The Forbidden Hill

The Forbidden Hill short poem

Don’t go to the forbidden hill! Once five men went to see. But three were killed by the fire From those flying chariots. And two were killed by them With fire-spitting weapons, To teach others a lesson. You know, the

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

A Great Poetess

A Great Poetess long poem

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

Native Land

Native Land long poem

When you are in your native land Suddenly meeting an uncertain hour of setting winter eventide in clumsy manner, When the determined darkness striding too fast Mingles with receding rays of days last sun That down over crimson void. You

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person long poem

I was trying to steer clear of the type I adore Refrain from where I’ve went wrong before Lad about town with that criminal behaviour In the long run he will not work in my favour But I cant help

Quite The Adjective

Quite The Adjective short poem

Welcome to the noun. It was quite the adjective. It was once renowned, almost like a narrative. But those filthy verbs… They took us with conjunctions. It would be superb, if there were no expunctions. Without an interjection, you may

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

Kupfernickled

Kupfernickled short poem

Looked downward – the granite face, to see imprinted kupfernickeled god, lying in dust. From where to where we have come sleepwalking? In freezing winds, like brown angels with swollen lids. White moon-poised to commit suicide? Blindfolded heavy as lead

Watching Myself

Watching Myself short poem

After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Knight Of The Round

Knight Of The Round long poem

He rides towards the setting sun Further and further from his special one The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat He rides through the desert to find the Prince. Commissioned

My Only Answer

My Only Answer short poem

The goddess of poem is calling me I take a pencil and some papers I make up my hair with the flowers of words and I wear the necklace of rhymes my hands are shaiking and my heart is beating

The Sentinal

The Sentinal short poem

The first time that I pass the old man in the rock… I am young, few years off the teat The road winds through the pass, of green and black I glide, a passenger on a ferry with wheels Nike

Just For You

Just For You short poem

well i dont know what should i tell you feeling are so ebullience cant express you. i don’t know its wrong or Right but its feel awesome when you hold my hand so tight sometimes i think why it happens

Why Is It

Why Is It long poem

Why is it, that when I rest I find my hands around my neck Why are my thumbs around my throat Why do I want to choke? Why is it, that in my dreams I don’t see a single thing

Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what

Fever Rising

Fever Rising short poem

What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

Downpour

Downpour short poem

Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

Endearing Love

Endearing Love short poem

When I gaze at her eyes A softness fills my heart When my lips touch hers A sense of wonderment We have kissed before Through many lifetimes Her hands in mine Exquisite, so femininely divine Her cheeks blushed rosily Her

Fishing For The Truth

Fishing For The Truth ballad

The man who sits in solitude So as not to judge and condemn others, gains humility, An attribute truly favoured by God. A man who sits in a gathering to quarrel, and cast Aspersions on the righteousness & sanctity of