Protest Poems

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

Death Of A Protest

Death Of A Protest short poem

To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing

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Insurrection

Insurrection long poem

There’s a line in the sand drawn in dark distant lands, where the guts and the glory and fine marching bands will all die in the dust and play into their hands, till they all say, NO! Those invisible walls

Battle Cries

Battle Cries short poem

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a far-away, fragile gaze, where once a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain of battered beseeching

Arrogance

Arrogance short poem

Sometimes it pours like hot drips of melted wax from a candlestick; your migraine. I wanted armistice. Untangle the lies, I am not in your firing line. The tulips in the barrel of your gun cannot forgive the bullets. There

Poems containing references to : Protest

Will You Bring Me Back?

Will You Bring Me Back? short poem

Will you bring me back? Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world? Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore; All my happiness-I have already sold. I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval, Accepting all that the world has

Nirbhaya

Nirbhaya short poem

From the dark abode To the glimpses of light With fearlessness, she comes As Nirbhaya…behind her name. Fearless gains relentless power From her silent lips Neither an object nor a thing Live and survive for own self The power of

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Burning Desire

Burning Desire long poem

I try to take care of it all on my own, I pray that this will remain unknown, They have no idea the level of shame, When they have to take care all over again. There are some who make

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane

Reprise Near Lipman And Red Oak Lane elegy

Dismantled by your dance of the dead, that disfigured dialect. Assurance in our arrangement is altered. Why conjure this apparition? While I am solely safe, sent softly? Sweet sorrow summons spirit. Fabricated bliss felt; her familiar face Flown to my

Rosa’s Way Out

Rosas Way Out prose poem

Sweeping blood drops from her mouth, crying with anguished sobs Rosa ran to open the door, but Owen caught her by her wrist. Why are you doing this to me she stated? Owen hit her again with no reply. He

Today Is The Day

Today Is The Day short poem

Afraid to move, to motion, to show anger or decline, too frightened to protest, to persist, to throw arms open wide, to look up, see the sky, fight for freedom. Look up. See the sky. Today’s the day to grab

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman prose poem

For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain

The Space Between

The Space Between long poem

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Why Did God Make Many Men?

Why Did God Make Many Men? short poem

Why did God make many men? I ask people when They question ” You are not him Bringing brightness in the dim. ” I protest and say, “I will walk a new way. ” “A NEW WAY”, they retort “Will

Kiddo In The Well

Kiddo In The Well short poem

She’s just a child, Lost in her own world. A dream not hers by right, The world full of laughter and joy ; Enlightenment he did give. Yet she lives in two worlds; One, carefree and so much of love

Don’t Stop, A Letter To My Wife

Dont Stop, A Letter To My Wife prose poem

Dear Barbara I have attempted to shield you from uncaring and mean spirited people, thinking that I was helping you. I have tried to coral and box you in, caution and counsel you, thinking that I was helping you. I

Adrian The Great, Canto 1

Adrian The Great, Canto 1 long poem

The Argument The first canto proposes the entire subject matter through the first few lines, where is stated the tragic plight of those English people that went against Hades, the then wicked monarch of England, who, for the proclamation of

Wager

Wager ballad

She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath

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Daze

Daze short poem

Running scared, Look behind, A crazy man, That look in his eyes. He seems so driven, Is he from the past, Can’t stop to think, Gaining ground fast. Over a fence, Around hidden corners, Pursuing with madness, In the night

Let’s Be Positive

Lets Be Positive long poem

so, like always, morning comes and brings with it news none browses but the pages sit still on the table, irate indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline we spied, out of the corner of our eye on

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat short poem

Eyes of jade and hair like the golden sunshine a body like a work of art and a smile so sweet and kind… Well MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT every time we come face to face, it’s erogenous in Ephraim

Things Unsaid

Things Unsaid short poem

Words bubbling up, spouting and rushing Lips pursed to hold back the deluge gushing Desperately trying to stem the cascade Threatening to spew and sputter and invade Squirming and squinting with the effort Trying in vain to silence the springing

The White Rose

The White Rose ballad

The shepherd stood on the field, frail, He knew not what to do when and why, As the wrathful sun did steep down, The confused chap followed his humble sheep. Then one man neared and asked his name, He gasped

Rip Tide

Rip Tide short poem

Big fluffy clouds, Like cotton wool shrouds. Floating silent and free, Way up high, above me. A dog or a lion, A bear or a bird. A young child’s imagery, A floating menagerie. All too soon, they are gone, Never

Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

A parallel universe

A parallel universe long poem

In the silence of my void I hear a voice When, The world has slept The human babble is quiet What is that I wonder? A sudden mystic thunder Keeps me awake Day or night I sit back with my

My Father, My World!

My Father, My World! prose poem

Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,

A Day That Starts Grey

A Day That Starts Grey long poem

She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows

What Am I?

What Am I? short poem

Standing in the calm after the chaos, I could still hear the echo, And I knew not what to do with myself, Starring at a loss, Of what I did not know, I thought- How deep should I delve? I

Roses From Holland

Roses From Holland long poem

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The wind chime’s ceramic pings Announces her arrival Sunlight streaming through her window Breathes life into her dormant room My heart is coming home again! I will not cling I will not cry I will not let sadness Tinge our

Well-Wishers

Well Wishers short poem

There was a time When well-wishers Were really Well-wishers! I used to feel happy When people told me That they were my Well-wishers! But, no more— The world has changed In all these years! Today, When I hear the same

Chemistry Anytime

Chemistry Anytime short poem

In the city of avatars uncharitable names were cropping up for wet and wild awards scripted on lips of unreliable nights. I wanted to quit archives of headless soldiers and standing back wanted to watch a river of corpses flowing

Something Happened

Something Happened short poem

Something happened I was just looking in your eyes Then a tear-drop fell to my surprise My heart ached watching your lonely cries I knew then I could not say something that replies My angel fell out of the heavenly

Heaven Of The Dark Age

Heaven Of The Dark Age short poem

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

Chompin At The Bit

Chompin At The Bit short poem

A myriad of treasure wealth and pleasure Snagged by the Achille’s tendon Rounded up and Slaughtered for The Golden Apple of his eye Not the divine fruits of Her labor Trust the toss of bones Fall down ashes fall down

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts that run on my mind Millions and millions, at light speeds of time The anger and pain The love and the smiles The horrors and fears A future that’s so close but never near A past that’s far behind

Vanishing Man

Vanishing Man short poem

hand the colour of sand tries to bury itself into the concrete as if it were sand the grey slab lumped is not going to lie though, tonight, he will lie on it under corrugated pre-creased sheets the bumps a