Socialism Poems

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

Meaning

Meaning short poem

Since all it began and people learnt; Since man got his name And gained all those earthly fame- The same history has been repeated again and again- Both good and bad; both hard and rapt; The blood, the blood- sometimes

Poems containing references to : Socialism

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx

A Belated Cc Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box Event For Karl Marx long poem

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

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Simply Love

Simply Love short poem

Do I need a Special Day, To tell you what my eyes always say. With you I laugh,with you I beam, In harmony we weave beautiful dreams. The bitter sweet squabbles,the illogical fights, Discussing the rights and wrongs till wee

Dawn

Dawn short poem

Dawn is here end of night. Depends on you to make things right. In my mind, but out of sight. The time is now to start the fight. Dawn is here behold the light.

Blind Swings

Blind Swings short poem

gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself reading anatomy of animality spawning the hidden eggs flecks of echos scarring: reconnecting to starry night I could not hold my enraged otherself and the homely smell of gunshots orchestrated

Between And With

Between And With prose poem

Between the creeping sounds of creeks seeping into the sea from silent woods and the morning’s laconic cry; I look for you; I look for you under the warmth of the sunshine as it goes through me spreading vitality and

Perfectly Imperfect!

Perfectly Imperfect! short poem

I am not perfect and nor are you, I have fallen and so have you, I have made my mistakes and so have you. I have my weaknesses and so do you. You may not have had the same experiences

Love

Love short poem

Love is not just exchanging sweet nothings and roses on special days Love is not just holding hands and exchanging coy glances. Love is not judging a book by its cover Love is accepting the warts and celebrating companionship Watching

Anger

Anger short poem

Anger turns you away Holding that poison within your mind Your body and soul consumes you It diminishes your aura like acid And you allow this person to always be a factor To be the bigger person you have to

Moon

Moon short poem

another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,

Love

Love short poem

When her emptiness was lost in the silence of his absence, she demanded he’d fill her womb. He panicked. Turned to work. She to another man.

I Am A Traveller, A Wanderer As A Soul

I Am A Traveller, A Wanderer As A Soul short poem

I am a Traveler, a Wanderer as a Soul “Life” – a great journey I am gonna discover and explore. Routes are dicey, paths are hardly smooth and are always wild, Every corner of the road holds a New unexpected

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Taking Flight

Taking Flight long poem

When the weight of her everyday became too much her knees buckled and she fell towards the floor. The pain became so intense it seared her from the inside out and she begged for relief. The pain swept down her

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Eyes Are Better Than Heart – Bream Zaza

Eyes Are Better Than Heart   Bream Zaza short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

Drought

Drought ballad

Our love came in the absence of rain. The avocado growers struggled while we grew with the rising temperature. 92, 97, 113 degrees fahrenheit… Not hot enough. We hid in dried out pools. We showered together to save water. We

Serenity

Serenity short poem

[VERSE I – Desperation] With the eyes that cannot see, Behind a mind that always dreams. Came the world shaped in black, Torn apart at the seams. With the ears that cannot hear, All the lies and darkest fears. Came

A Crack In The Self

A Crack In The Self short poem

A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright

Garbage

Garbage short poem

It’s the shitty line he used Making you feel like garbage Like the trash you leave Wrapped tightly in a black bag On the side of the road Waiting to be picked up by someone else Recycled and recycled While

The River

The River short poem

A river runs through us the river of life With its twists and its turns, and its banks out of sight (early morning misty light scatters these dregs of the day – O! the unbidden tears) The flotsam and jetsam

Uncelebrated Valentines

Uncelebrated Valentines prose poem

(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the

The Seafarer

The Seafarer long poem

The Seafarer I’ll tell you tales of times long past Of my long days before the mast With white clouds that flee by fast Sails billowing as huge winds blast Scrubbing the decks with pumice stone Thinking of my wife

Back To The Start

Back To The Start short poem

Sometimes we’re Adam and Eve again Sharing guileless our delight Sometimes our hearts collide unchecked Drinking in each other’s sight Sometimes the Earth feels very old And we in it deserve our place Sometimes our mingled breaths unite To form

Old Year’s Eve

Old Years Eve short poem

The ghosts of winters past plague my mind with a blissful memory of the first coquettish look and the first breath of her omniscient essence The failure of one’s duty by thine own hand is the blade that cuts the

Myth Of Ocean Blue Eyes

Myth Of Ocean Blue Eyes long poem

Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to

Pendulum

Pendulum short poem

between my guts and stars, somewhere in the middle when the heavens stands apart my mortal excellence create an exemplar focused on the divine idea the clock spins indicate the hours, pendulum swings can it be eternal? I’m closer to

Prayer

Prayer short poem

I may be infant, baby, teenager, grown up, adult Do not give me any name I want to be nameless. Do not make me a loving pet to get your work done. I am not aware when you throw a

What Asylum!

What Asylum! short poem

Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of

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

Snakes

Snakes short poem

I’m sorry, terrified, I truly fear snakes. To kill one, I don’t have what it takes, Its bite I’ve never had through my veins, But my fragile thoughts with horror it stains. Its hiss, more louder in my ear than

Thieves In Suits

Thieves In Suits prose poem

Morning by morning, They plough the road From east to west Knowing not where they head They take not a cue From the words of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, “We move neither to the east nor west but we move forward”

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

Saturday Night At The Movies

Saturday Night At The Movies short poem

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

The Muse

The Muse short poem

The Muse Who is the Muse that stalks my Mind? Who is the Muse this poem, propels? Or does the poem, Muse impel? Who is the Muse in Meditation For attention protests? Answers I seek from my gentle sage. “Your

Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Brightest Of The Sun

Brightest Of The Sun short poem

let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of

Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Words

Words short poem

The glory of this world may live on may live on the tales of valour may there be recitals of history may the greatness be talked of this is the land where I belong this is the land I was

New Master Magician

New Master Magician long poem

From out of a blue mist comes magic the voice of a meadow lark, a song straight from the heart… well it is magic beyond belief like something out of a dream like nothing you’ve ever heard or seen and