Here is a list of Political / Social Poems. Read poetry, post your own poems or comments. Poems on these pages are copyrighted © by the authors who entered them. Click here to post a poem.
This narrative poem is a retrospective view of the policeman, as seen through the eyes of most people.
Passionate Love ~ are you the one?
Unfortunately I get so busy that I have very little time to be on here ...
I just got done watching 2016. I also read the book about Barack Obama. It reminds me of the George Carlin quote, "All the evil in the world, all the evil in the world is the result of what fathers do to their sons."
just my stuff .......ha ha
how you interpret anothers write............
Commitment....
Just having more fun with the election and what fun it would be to be in charge and actually have some power to do good, or at least do what I feel is good.
how the effects of childhood can affect the way as adults look react respond ........good bad or indifferent
Why do we claim we are perfectly sane while feeling the madness of feeling no pain killing each other and killing for gain we're destroying ourselves and dying in shame
With the election coming up and his infamous answer to what he would cut to trim the national debt, I thought it would be fun to do a parody of Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith.
Home is sweet, not bitter, Home is fun, not a drag, Home is full of meaning, not a perplex, Home is perfect, not an angst, Home is right, not wrong, Home is easy, not difficult... Home is an anchor, Home is where you hear laughter, Ho
To the Hero's who gave their lives that day...
My Son coming from leave from the Army for the first time. His Step Mom got the video surprise on Utube, I found out he was home on facebook like everybody else... I cried for days...
Written after 9/11
I think you will get my point
We are being played for suckers in this country to think that your vote makes a difference if you vote for democrat or republican. I only voted third party twice, I'm thinking I need to do it again.
Watching the Republican Convention last night, I thought about Ronald Reagan who was our president from 1981-1989. I thought what he would say if he was still alive, or at least what I would make him say. I still have no idea who I am voting for, mabe Ron Paul will run on a third party.
For all around i hear the voices of the young asking for peace to be supported by every end. They want war to stop and peace to begin. They can not believe how long the war has gone on for. I wait patiently to see if this will happen
Acrostic poetry style to hopefully list a few universal ideals for "Peace" which I believe really starts with 'respect' and 'equality' for everyone else in the world.
What's my role in this if i'm not making it? Never ending battle to win it. but win what? Mainstream is what i duck and avoid, is that what keeps my mind played like a toy? Rulers are blind to what they rule, while society needs another new.
So many familiar personalities come, stay, then go in this reality Watched as backstabbers escape but just know they will be denied at heavens gate. So appealed at peoples rat race, pulling others down to climb up the corporate ladder to b
What you admire to me is expired, It's sad to see what you looked up to retired. You set yourself in a set path it seems I can't touch, Well, have you been all the way to the bottom to embrace and clutch?? Are your eyes set on me like I think
To the bottom onlt to find my advantages, I've found my calling now to peel off these bandages. When that certain feeling that no one hears you arrives, find that certain outlet to channel, never deprive. Kept focused but lost tack now
Who are you to give advice? When you're also skating on thin ice, Maybe a lot of times I don't make sense, but at the end of the day I try my hardest to repent. Contridicters play their harp, disapointment in my heart. Liars somehow to ga
the history of peoples lives that make them who they are........never judge a book by its cover i spose .......
Modern toys for you and me are dreams for others to visualize but never see. They have, but only food, morsels for themselves and their family. Clothes are there nothing special for not a one for no money there for eccentricities. Each da
This whole election has me troubled. Last time I was all happy to vote for Barack Hussain Obama. Now it's like in 1992, but no Ross Perot to be found.
A Challange
In this sonnet reflects a commentary of our times when society sows seeds for destruction by a collective failure of its leadership to allow ways for "all its members" to climb up the social-economic ladder.
What is it that you write here on this page How do you manage these words so scrambled And sometimes people think that they make sense These words so carelessly flung hither and tither And yet, when ever so closer we shall look Perhaps these wor
the greed of man
One meter for two spaces quarters inserted into slot, yet no time gained upon the clock. Arrows pointing left and right delayed awareness came, Coins offered for whose gain? Meter’s memory held, though button pushed out of turn cre
A million people are said to have died of hunger in Ireland in the late 1840s, on the doorstep of the world's richest nation Britain. And around 2 million emigrated in a period of a little more than a decade.
Red Light Districts.....Gangs..Violence....everywhere !!!
I wrote it one day when I was angry at the tourist who come here and may or may not be blind to want is happening around them.
This is reflective of my really 'corny' mood tonight...
it dosent realy matter , if they want to connect with another just to prove life dose exist at some other place , apart from in their mind , just so they can justify their own existance..... yes we are human
I had a vision the other day I saw the future and it looked grey It doesnt matter which direction we steer All I know is that the end is near I saw the terror in the darkness that waits I saw destruction in the future we'll make Controlled by
spare a minute for someone you will be a better person for it
Being female, not black how can I possibly know what it’s like to walk in dark male skin, where in a white-dominated society being young and loved is not enough to keep one safe to walk about free-born. Skittles, iced tea from store co
People, who can be trusted are very important, It’s so difficult – being reliable person in life. Always those who are kind have to go through discomfort, But without them world wouldn’t be light and bright.
Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
Have you written poetry that you'd like to share with other members? Posting your poetry shows your skill and creativity and helps members get to know you better. Your poem will appear on the Connecting Singles Poetry page and also in a link on your profile page. Click here to post a poem »