Oppression Poems

Oppression poems bring the best collection of short and long oppression poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great oppression rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these oppression poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on oppression are here for you.

Faces Of Oppression

Faces Of Oppression long poem

The faces of oppression, your mama forget to mention, That the white cop shooting niggas on the daily to collect his pension. Only when a nigga is killed is it brought to your attention, That racism is alive and well

The Heat Of Oppression

The Heat Of Oppression short poem

United, They matched protesting non-violently, Teenagers and children, Fighting against anti-segregation, The filthiness of the ruling class, They could no longer sit and watch, As their homeland was destroyed These innocent souls, Unfortunately, Were victims of violence! Their homes had

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Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

The Gang Rape

The Gang Rape prose poem

Fallen from what was established, What was marginalized- Those Vedic norms have fallen apart And a gang rape is now an order, an order! A viral order, long ago planted in culture, By morons of male-feminine prowess, That has been

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United Defiance

United Defiance long poem

To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been

Wind

Wind short poem

“I am The Wind!” My whispering Breeze echoes, ” I am here” Whooshing, whistling, lustily gusting Mysteriously surrounding the atmosphere I am a definite presence felt, but not seen Whipping and making restless nature’s green Often my capricious air soothes,

Madness?

Madness? long poem

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet. Is it madness for our children to

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

The Germ Man

The Germ Man short poem

The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants

Emancipation

Emancipation prose poem

I feel, A strange hunger A hunger for freedom… Though I have, Yet I desire… A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation… Can never get too much of freedom, The thought lingers, To play on my mind… Freedom… Intangible yet priceless,

Words

Words short poem

Words are forever free, we become, and make them slaves. Words never harm, we kill at a word and die for them. Words are by nature clear, we obnubilate them. Words are pure and noble, we defile and curse with

The Song Of The Caged Bird

The Song Of The Caged Bird prose poem

Listen closely. Do you hear it? Do you hear the song of the caged bird? Listen harder. Listen to her yearning. Listen to her cries from being locked away for years on end. She wants to be set free. She

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Manifestation

Manifestation short poem

Expressions stifled by futile ambiguity; banal faces crushed by oppression. truth blind and no scent of levity; sleep while in cold repression. wake to the noise of longevity; time smiles on and on in suppression. bright colours to shift loyalty;

A Note Of Suicide

A Note Of Suicide long poem

The walls were closing in on me. Frustrated and furious significantly. A grey cloud of despair, can’t you see it in the air? Where are you right now? You said you would always be there. As the emptiness filled the

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for

Force Failed Before Face!

Force Failed Before Face! short poem

He led the struggle, candidly active That had become a national mass drive He led the country, by being self-example To quote Mahatma Gandhi, incidents are ample Truth and non-violence were two sides of same coin Such pragmatic stand, led

Insecuritiez

Insecuritiez short poem

I want to be an angel for God, away from this oppression, I want to be sinless, So I can be guaranteed safety, I want to be a saviour for my generation! If I can help it lift the barriers

Capitalism And The Rest Of Mankind

Capitalism And The Rest Of Mankind long poem

What they told us about Capitalism: We were told capitalism creates wealth, we were told capitalism brings the best in man, and with it, individual’s potentials are certainly attainable; we were told individual dreams and aspirations easily come to fruition

Dedication

Dedication short poem

He stands so tall, and shining bright We marvel at the sight Of one who teaches, sound and true. Who longs for love for me and you From God. Who else could give this gift? This feeling that will surely

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Entertainment

Entertainment prose poem

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

My Beautiful Four Legged Companion And Friend.

My Beautiful Four Legged Companion And Friend. long poem

Ruby by name and as precious as the stone With her in my life I’m never alone My ruby isn’t a stone she is my rock Undivided love I just can’t knock My Ruby isn’t red although she does shine

Waiting For You

Waiting For You long poem

Lying in the dark, Waiting for the light. The sun never rose, And the days intertwine. The void that grows, Gets wider all the time, And I’m lying here, Waiting, waiting for you. You, You are my light, You are

The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine short poem

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

The Strength Of Love

The Strength Of Love prose poem

Why are you stronger than All my other feelings- oh! Love How can you vanquish all my Hate, and hurt, and indifference And I gloat in you, forgetting the rest! Is this a magical being? that exists Only to see

Look My Love Is Going Away

Look My Love Is Going Away short poem

Look my love is going away tell him to stop And make him stay, My eyes are shedding tears The clouds are bursting with fear The heart is bleeding with broken pieces, To make him bring near Look my love

Dear Silence

Dear Silence short poem

You have been my greatest friend, Yet always hard to control. I seek you out often and you always heed my call. I can be with you even when everyone is around. When we are together I can mute out

Tree

Tree short poem

Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in

A Mother’s Last Embrace

A Mothers Last Embrace short poem

One night I had an uneasy dream I was at Mother’s Wake A woman entered the viewing room I wanted to scream It was my Deceased Mother Followed by her Dead Sister Stella A third woman without a face Carried

This Season

This Season short poem

Well and maybe This Season A dream or two may come true And peace of mind will follow… This heart of mine that’s been Broken for so long may finally Forget you and be as new, as Good as new

Ageing

Ageing short poem

Old age is Golden age when friends of yest years are still mingling in group Old age is a stone age when the friends of yest years are in memorial leaving the One all alone Old age is youthful age

My Girl Chrysalis

My Girl Chrysalis short poem

She had just reached puberty, her name was Chrysalis, her hair was golden, a flower blowing in the wind, her tiny figure never slowed her down, always adventurous, with a laugh that brought forth a smile, that was her one

Poet’s Fear

Poets Fear short poem

Trying to write a poem about fear, The fear of a poet always feels near. We write the words we feel we should, But are our works really that good? Will those around us appreciate our poem? Or will we

The Little Things In Life

The Little Things In Life long poem

Why fight to always be number one in everything When life teaches us it is the smaller things of everyday that the most we are always missing Yet so many will fight to the death to conquer the most expensive

The Light

The Light short poem

And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So

Dream

Dream short poem

I was sleeping really deep My mind in its resting phase My heart beating at its own pace There was pin drop silence all around It seemed like Even the dogs had lost their sound. I had a sudden feeling

The Gender-Males

The Gender Males elegy

When skies slowly turns blue I will be polishing my son’s shoe You know, it rained awfully last afternoon, But sun rose soon Oh what a day? To my man, I’ll have nothing to say I was to dry his

Lost Identity

Lost Identity short poem

she is a blossomed flower she is the autumn leaves she is the first ray of the sun she is the mysteries of love she might be this , she might be that she is even a plucked flower she

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,

All Are Dust

All Are Dust ode

You may be a king, you may be a queen, royal blood may flow in your veins, born with a silver spoon in mouth, you may own entire world; still you’re but a dust. Sky may be your inheritance, oceans

The Angel Of Light

The Angel Of Light short poem

The angel of death, against the Angel of Light, Praise God, Jesus, has won this fight! Death is now dead, and the grave is in hell, Stand up, children of God, and for this victory yell! For Jesus is lord,