Here is a list of Political / Social Poems ordered by Most Commented, posted by members. 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.
What's wrong with WOMEN?
I love women! but the selfishness I do not understand
Why are they dissing Men using a child cause they can
A tool against their Dad just to have their own say
Disturbing all others feelings so she can have her way
Women are smart, sensitive, caring and so very kind
Until they listen to there Mothers, this is what I find
What they are having against men I haven't got a clue
Ignoring everyone's feelings why is this that they do
If they knew true love! they'd give the child their right
Letting them have their Father without putting up a fight
Adults all know what's going on, the Parents are their host
Why don't she understand? it's the children that suffer most
The therapy for every man! is responsibilities with his child
Mom keeping Dad happy and tame, or he just might turn wild
Man's feeling are as deep and caring, Women just don't know
If She consistently gets in his mind the relationship will grow
Satan's favorites are she who's weak causing conflict and pain
Creating chaos within the couple, it's patience being your gain
When they're keeping secrets and leaving us in the dark
Men act out feelings are hurt! it definitely leaves it's mark
Men not knowing how to act what they feel! throughout our nation
If the Women would always just go to him and have a conversation
Things would work out just fine and women wouldn't have to pout
Standing by her Mans side and not taking off, is what it's all about
Why are they dissing Men using a child cause they can
A tool against their Dad just to have their own say
Disturbing all others feelings so she can have her way
Women are smart, sensitive, caring and so very kind
Until they listen to there Mothers, this is what I find
What they are having against men I haven't got a clue
Ignoring everyone's feelings why is this that they do
If they knew true love! they'd give the child their right
Letting them have their Father without putting up a fight
Adults all know what's going on, the Parents are their host
Why don't she understand? it's the children that suffer most
The therapy for every man! is responsibilities with his child
Mom keeping Dad happy and tame, or he just might turn wild
Man's feeling are as deep and caring, Women just don't know
If She consistently gets in his mind the relationship will grow
Satan's favorites are she who's weak causing conflict and pain
Creating chaos within the couple, it's patience being your gain
When they're keeping secrets and leaving us in the dark
Men act out feelings are hurt! it definitely leaves it's mark
Men not knowing how to act what they feel! throughout our nation
If the Women would always just go to him and have a conversation
Things would work out just fine and women wouldn't have to pout
Standing by her Mans side and not taking off, is what it's all about
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
It seemed to me that once the Woman got pregnant, they want little or nothing to do with the Man. Now I understand the roller coaster of emotions She goes through during the pregnancy, but why must She make it more miserable for Him? Then She uses the Child to control Him.....what's up with that? Judge NOT or be Judged!
politics
politics is the art of deception,
trained to outwit people,
through the art of words,
just like a salesman,
selling a product,
bought by many,
sold by few
politics
trained to outwit people,
through the art of words,
just like a salesman,
selling a product,
bought by many,
sold by few
politics
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
how i see it a bunch of liers
Letter to the world
Even in 2013 we play games to annihilate and incarcerate,
With no change to the order of society's ability to discriminate.
All of us have differences with not two of being the same,
Yet rather than learn from one another we continue to walk with shame.
For over centuries and decades we continue to destroy each other,
As opposed to us taking a seat next to someone to learn from another.
When do we wake up and realize that we aren't doing something right,
Why do we blindly pass on even as we approach the holy light.
We are all brothers and sisters no matter our religion or color,
Created in the image of a spirit to support ones who feel smaller.
Decide for yourself and ask why things are the way they are,
Be the voice of light and be the change with unity as the star.
#20faith13
With no change to the order of society's ability to discriminate.
All of us have differences with not two of being the same,
Yet rather than learn from one another we continue to walk with shame.
For over centuries and decades we continue to destroy each other,
As opposed to us taking a seat next to someone to learn from another.
When do we wake up and realize that we aren't doing something right,
Why do we blindly pass on even as we approach the holy light.
We are all brothers and sisters no matter our religion or color,
Created in the image of a spirit to support ones who feel smaller.
Decide for yourself and ask why things are the way they are,
Be the voice of light and be the change with unity as the star.
#20faith13
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
My resolution has been to keep the faith in 2013 because in a time in which all seems lost and our struggles are greatly increased we can be the change. We can ask ourselves why we continue to segregate ourselves just because we're different. Life is far to short to spend it hating on others for reasons out of your control. Look at others as brothers and sisters who are here to teach us view without bias and without judgement. For every life there is a soul in search of knowledge lets not walk with blinders.I love you all and hope through our differences we can learn to find ourselves in a truly United Space
OJ Simpson
He was a football player
He was an actor
He used to run in commercials for Hertz
He drove a Bronco
He was followed by a lot of cop cars
He was on tv for about a year
He was found not guilty of two murder in 1995
I was on his side in 1995
This man is a victim of a corrupt judicial system
I was happy when he was found not guilty
I loved him in Naked Gun
I still do
Then he was trying to get back some stolen trophy
He got put in jail in 2008 for trying to take back his property
I have had that similar situation
Do I take the stolen stuff back or just leave it
I left it because they can always claim it was theirs
Even if you have 100% proof that it is yours
They can still lie and call you a theif
So I left it and prayed for them
Too bad OJ didn't do the same
He was an actor
He used to run in commercials for Hertz
He drove a Bronco
He was followed by a lot of cop cars
He was on tv for about a year
He was found not guilty of two murder in 1995
I was on his side in 1995
This man is a victim of a corrupt judicial system
I was happy when he was found not guilty
I loved him in Naked Gun
I still do
Then he was trying to get back some stolen trophy
He got put in jail in 2008 for trying to take back his property
I have had that similar situation
Do I take the stolen stuff back or just leave it
I left it because they can always claim it was theirs
Even if you have 100% proof that it is yours
They can still lie and call you a theif
So I left it and prayed for them
Too bad OJ didn't do the same
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
I think of OJ from time to time. How he got off with murder, but got sent to jail for taking back his own stuff. This justice system we have doesn't seem to have much justice in it.
Silent
Woman......too silent
As a girl touched
In the wrong way
I was silent
A teenager touched
I was angry and silent
As a young woman touched
No respect was given
Still silent
As a woman too silent
To demand the respect now
On the street the young men "Pssst"
No respect I am given
Silent again
No
Not again....... Not ever again
I will shout.....I want to be heard
No more silence....I must be heard
Don't touch me....not in that way
Don't touch my daughter.....she isn't a plaything
I will not be
I will not be
Silent
No not silent
Anymore
As a girl touched
In the wrong way
I was silent
A teenager touched
I was angry and silent
As a young woman touched
No respect was given
Still silent
As a woman too silent
To demand the respect now
On the street the young men "Pssst"
No respect I am given
Silent again
No
Not again....... Not ever again
I will shout.....I want to be heard
No more silence....I must be heard
Don't touch me....not in that way
Don't touch my daughter.....she isn't a plaything
I will not be
I will not be
Silent
No not silent
Anymore
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I wrote this poem late one night around 11:50pm on the 17th may 1999.Plead for Relief
Fear
Led me
D
O
W
N
A long road
Filled with danger
Alone
I relied on the word
Of a
Stranger
Stupid is
What stupid does
Now I
“PLEAD”
So
I can just
Wake up
Nightmares
Fantasies
False hopes
Dreams
Our reality
Is seldom
What
We wish it to be
Punishment
They say
Should fit the crime
Even when innocent
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
Factory defects
Can be replaced
With new
Character flaws
Are sometimes
Overlooked
too
But
In this world
Where the strongest
Often thrive
Weakness
Can be exploited
So the status quo
Survives
Majority
vs.
Minority
All have stakes
In this game
On life
We bet all we have
Just to play
Knowing the risks
That it takes to win
If we lose at first
We ante up
And spin the wheel again
If fortune
Is meant to be ours
At last
Its security
Helps heal the wounds
Of the past
But
If at the end of the rainbow
There’s no gold in the pot
We do what we can
To make the best of our lot
We don’t depend
Only on
Wins
vs.
Loss
We pray for
“RELIEF”
And put our trust
In
GOD
For with Him
All things are possible
To achieve
And with faith
He’ll answer
If we believe
It may not be
What we want to hear
But His will
Will be done
And of this
We need not
Fear
June 26, 2013
Led me
D
O
W
N
A long road
Filled with danger
Alone
I relied on the word
Of a
Stranger
Stupid is
What stupid does
Now I
“PLEAD”
So
I can just
Wake up
Nightmares
Fantasies
False hopes
Dreams
Our reality
Is seldom
What
We wish it to be
Punishment
They say
Should fit the crime
Even when innocent
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
Factory defects
Can be replaced
With new
Character flaws
Are sometimes
Overlooked
too
But
In this world
Where the strongest
Often thrive
Weakness
Can be exploited
So the status quo
Survives
Majority
vs.
Minority
All have stakes
In this game
On life
We bet all we have
Just to play
Knowing the risks
That it takes to win
If we lose at first
We ante up
And spin the wheel again
If fortune
Is meant to be ours
At last
Its security
Helps heal the wounds
Of the past
But
If at the end of the rainbow
There’s no gold in the pot
We do what we can
To make the best of our lot
We don’t depend
Only on
Wins
vs.
Loss
We pray for
“RELIEF”
And put our trust
In
GOD
For with Him
All things are possible
To achieve
And with faith
He’ll answer
If we believe
It may not be
What we want to hear
But His will
Will be done
And of this
We need not
Fear
June 26, 2013
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
Post Comment
May in December Romance...
She is
the month
of May
I am
December...
We met
one day
she became
a flaming
ember...
She is
the morning
I am
the twilight
sky...
She is
flower given
in springtime
vastness swims
in her eyes...
I'm lucky
luck can be
so many
younger guys
she chose me...
the month
of May
I am
December...
We met
one day
she became
a flaming
ember...
She is
the morning
I am
the twilight
sky...
She is
flower given
in springtime
vastness swims
in her eyes...
I'm lucky
luck can be
so many
younger guys
she chose me...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
New love...
Not Just a Number
A baby's born into this world
It's fat and round and jolly
Eyes wide in wonderment
A whole world awaiting
Baby boy is soon a youth
A pride and joy for parents
Many plans for future made
He dreams of being a doctor
The youth a man to war must go
To fight a foreign battle
Face in sand life slips away
A casualty, a number
When will you see what we have lost
That these are not just numbers
Each a life so unique
There will never be another
It's fat and round and jolly
Eyes wide in wonderment
A whole world awaiting
Baby boy is soon a youth
A pride and joy for parents
Many plans for future made
He dreams of being a doctor
The youth a man to war must go
To fight a foreign battle
Face in sand life slips away
A casualty, a number
When will you see what we have lost
That these are not just numbers
Each a life so unique
There will never be another
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
It is not just a number to those who grieveYou Ask Me
You ask me why do I cry, these tears upon the ground I spill
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
Look around my friend, look, before your eyes what do you see
In the gutters children dying, stomachs bloated, starved for food
The rich get richer, tables laden, only the best will do for them
People dying of diseases, medicines there are that could easily help
No insurance, we will not treat you, if you die that’s not our problem
Families splitting, children broken, take the blame upon themselves
All this pain and insecurities, and so the cycle begins again
Crime is rising, home invasions, even the elderly not safe at home
Streets not safe to walk day or night, drunken teens ready to fight
Judges, lawyers, police and more, upholders of all that’s just
So many bent and crooked, manage to turn a blind eye
Children innocent and young, preyed on by those who should protect
Priests and teachers abuse them, managed to slip between the cracks
You ask me why do I cry, these tears upon the ground I spill
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
This is but a small portion, evilness that grips the world
Only one can make a difference, only one can make a change
I keep praying that it happens, before it is all too late
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
Look around my friend, look, before your eyes what do you see
In the gutters children dying, stomachs bloated, starved for food
The rich get richer, tables laden, only the best will do for them
People dying of diseases, medicines there are that could easily help
No insurance, we will not treat you, if you die that’s not our problem
Families splitting, children broken, take the blame upon themselves
All this pain and insecurities, and so the cycle begins again
Crime is rising, home invasions, even the elderly not safe at home
Streets not safe to walk day or night, drunken teens ready to fight
Judges, lawyers, police and more, upholders of all that’s just
So many bent and crooked, manage to turn a blind eye
Children innocent and young, preyed on by those who should protect
Priests and teachers abuse them, managed to slip between the cracks
You ask me why do I cry, these tears upon the ground I spill
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
This is but a small portion, evilness that grips the world
Only one can make a difference, only one can make a change
I keep praying that it happens, before it is all too late
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Just having a rant following a discussion with a friendThere's an Art to Every War
When you know your enemy
Is not your closest friend
The battle is halfway over
Before it ever begins
It’s the weight of the evidence
That determines who will win
And
If either can prove the other a fraud
Or expose some blatant deceit
Proceed with extra caution
Or you might very well get beat
Unless both sides are equally capable
Then the victory goes to the able
However
Never become smug
In the heat of a war
Or pride can make you fall on your face
Even in the middle of your encore
When you don’t really know
What your opponent has in store
Prepare yourself for anything
And be ready to balance the score!
Incase plan A
Is replaced with plan B
You better make damn sure
You’ve also got a plan C
AND
PLAN D!!!
If the position that you’ve taken
Can have an impact on a multitude
Then you have to really consider
What’s in their best interest too
Fighting for a cause
Can cost you all your support
Be it money, love, friends
Even family might abort
But
If you believe…
It’s your mission on this earth…
Standing your ground comes naturally
And you’ve probably been this way since birth
Because
Nobody knows who God calls to walk where
When the straight road is narrowly long
And our spirits are prone to desire what’s fair
So we may have to struggle to right the wrong
Sooner or later…
We all have to face our ultimate fate
And I don’t want to be found lacking
So, I’m determined to try and keep the faith
Or God will be obliged to send me packing
Always remember
There’s an art to every war
And don’t get impatient
Or be afraid to admit a mistake
This world is full of trials lost and won
So keep your head up
Your eyes open wide
And be very mindful
Of who is on your side
July 17, 2013
Is not your closest friend
The battle is halfway over
Before it ever begins
It’s the weight of the evidence
That determines who will win
And
If either can prove the other a fraud
Or expose some blatant deceit
Proceed with extra caution
Or you might very well get beat
Unless both sides are equally capable
Then the victory goes to the able
However
Never become smug
In the heat of a war
Or pride can make you fall on your face
Even in the middle of your encore
When you don’t really know
What your opponent has in store
Prepare yourself for anything
And be ready to balance the score!
Incase plan A
Is replaced with plan B
You better make damn sure
You’ve also got a plan C
AND
PLAN D!!!
If the position that you’ve taken
Can have an impact on a multitude
Then you have to really consider
What’s in their best interest too
Fighting for a cause
Can cost you all your support
Be it money, love, friends
Even family might abort
But
If you believe…
It’s your mission on this earth…
Standing your ground comes naturally
And you’ve probably been this way since birth
Because
Nobody knows who God calls to walk where
When the straight road is narrowly long
And our spirits are prone to desire what’s fair
So we may have to struggle to right the wrong
Sooner or later…
We all have to face our ultimate fate
And I don’t want to be found lacking
So, I’m determined to try and keep the faith
Or God will be obliged to send me packing
Always remember
There’s an art to every war
And don’t get impatient
Or be afraid to admit a mistake
This world is full of trials lost and won
So keep your head up
Your eyes open wide
And be very mindful
Of who is on your side
July 17, 2013
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Just a little artful advice about thinking twice...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.
This is a list of poems submitted by CS members. Click 'Details' tab to see all poems, or click on a poem title to view and comment on individual poems. Click headings to sort by comments or views.
Would YOU like to post a poem in the Poet's Corner? 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 publish your poetry »