Racism Poems

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

Racism

Racism long poem

Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in

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The Whitworths

The Whitworths prose poem

It was both a complicated and a simpler place and time A very noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime A place though legally dry, yet filled with moonshine and wine Where peace and freedom were purchased by

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

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

Skin

Skin short poem

I Wish Racism Would Die. I Wish It Would Go Away, Because Racism Is Like A Disease, And People Make It Stronger Everyday. Why Are People Hating Each Other, Because Of The Color Of Their Skin? To Me, Color Ain’t

Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

Poems containing references to : Racism

The Liberty Dreamer

The Liberty Dreamer long poem

Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will Mesmerized by the seemingly limitless opportunities that beckon Within each degree a fountainhead

I have a dream!

I have a dream! prose poem

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

Shiny Nickels

Shiny Nickels prose poem

Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork neckbones lay naked of meat. The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies, while dishes await scrapes of

Black Tears

Black Tears short poem

Her father got killed by hands of police Now they’re screaming little one have peace Don’t show emotion, forgive, don’t speak Trying to convince her that there’s strength in being weak Unsympathetic to her suffering they don’t care She just

One Day

One Day short poem

The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day come soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t define

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

One Day

One Day short poem

The day will come,   When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day comes soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

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Oh Kashmir (revised)

Oh Kashmir (revised) long poem

Paradise on Earth they say is Kashmir Nature’s Gift to mankind they say is Kashmir Abode of God they say is Kashmir That there is existence of God , all believe universally That worshipping of God in different names is

The Wind Is Rising!

The Wind Is Rising! short poem

The wind is rising! We must try to live. I know them now, In fragments that disavow. The clouds that move As strands of massive deception. Ships without destination! The lantern still shines! Light before darkness. And to me it

When In Love

When In Love short poem

When in love every moment is worth more than rubies & diamonds, Moments converged to memories, those that never easily fades nor ends. When in love every smile is sweet, sweeter than cherries & chocolates, Smiles lasting miles, those that

Arranged Marriage

Arranged Marriage long poem

I was on a lookout for a dame, to be as bright as sunshine, for tying a knot and to enjoy the life to the brim Alliance for the marriage came in plenty Her first appearance made me so happy

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a

Tomorrow, Tonight

Tomorrow, Tonight short poem

Tomorrow will the sun shine bright Its warm finger-like breath streaming through my windows Awakening into song birds nestled ‘neath the rafters Tonight will the moon glow as before Sharing its beauty and radiance A shy princess amidst starry glittering

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

The Goddess Of Love

The Goddess Of Love long poem

The exuberant fire that burns within my soul, In that first embrace of a lover’s smile; Shall forever be held, in equality to the power of love. Her servant shall forever wish for her luminous, infallible, tongue. Which speaks of

Breaking News: “There Is Rainfall In My Mind.”

Breaking News: There Is Rainfall In My Mind. short poem

Breaking news: There is rainfall in my mind, bringing all memories of the past down to my feet! My paper boats had reached the far oceans, in my childhood, never to come back. They took away my childhood with them

If Only…

If Only... short poem

If Only….. is a term that many use… If Only…… is a feeling that might give you the blues.. If Only ……is a meaning many will confess for a chance to live the way they think was the best We

Ironical

Ironical short poem

Sky drank the moon when night was cool. A lone tree on roadside waits for the prowling wolf to steal the electric skin like the veins on the breast. River was flowing nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy. Still the thirst

For Him

For Him short poem

Through my struggles, I see, He cuts off every branch every offshoot, every seed He prunes, in my withering He endures me, for my blossom In my cries, He listens to me In my sorrows, He comforts me In my

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

Muse And Sorrow

Muse And Sorrow short poem

An uneasy blood cascades in the slender arteries when you, that I wanted to touch disappear into twilight of memory. Always a sense of bereavement. why do I care for you? Time drops like an old coin in the hands

Unburdening

Unburdening short poem

The baggage that each of us carry around We keep quiet making no sound With laden eyes and tethered souls Who likes a blanket full of holes What’s there to prove to this world anyway Just enjoy it all till

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

Wandering Thoughts Of A Poet

Wandering Thoughts Of A Poet short poem

Always you are mine like a hallowed shrine love season is so fine as you are my sunshine My longing is to fly with you very high in the steamy blue sky what an astounding try Your eyes are blue

Lips Of Moon Were Hot

Lips Of Moon Were Hot short poem

Eggs went freezing in the sap. Lips of moon were hot. In the flare up, the rebel had cast doubt on cartridge. Missiles were unique but, hands trembled – concept of sky was a lie. Saturn and moon were coming

Broken Heart

Broken Heart long poem

Heart broken My heart was taken by you broken by you and now it is in pieces because of you Love is like falling down in the end I’m the one left hurt You’re the one who broke my heart…

Accepting Myself

Accepting Myself short poem

Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the

Bamboo Forest

Bamboo Forest short poem

First driblets of rain after long Flowing down through the bamboo Landed on my chin; For a change it was tears of glee. A sigh of freed up stress Emanating from deep within Up through the bamboo; For a change

To Disguise To Accept

To Disguise To Accept short poem

If it were the touch of his hands upon my shoulders, The guest was longing and serenity. If it were the whisper of his voice into my ears, It was the excitement of love that collided with my hopes. All

Truth

Truth short poem

Speech is silver but silence is gold, But I prefer to speak as I am bold, I am fed-up of lies, can’t speak any more, Where is the truth that I may adore? I want to speak the truth, I

Holi Festival

Holi Festival short poem

If you threw me in a pool with water colored red, When I got up I’d think “I’ll die, bloods running from my head.” If I fell into a pool with water colored brown, I would think that I was

Legacy

Legacy short poem

A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front.  Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved

Anonymous Depression

Anonymous Depression short poem

Devil’s blunt fingers icy slick palm every morning in my stomach waking to a cold tide no cell, no sentence just another day’s time to do head down avoid the warders visiting day comes familiar faces look ugly in a