Politicalpoetry mga kuwento

I was thinking about America the way it lives in my head. Not as a country on a map but as a feeling that used to feel lighter. I kept thinking about the flag and what it stood for before everything felt so loud and decided for us. This is about growing up and realizing power does not always mean care. It is about watching culture shift and feeling confused and sad and still wanting to believe in something anyway. I am not trying to explain politics. I am just trying to say what it feels like to love something that keeps changing in ways that hurt. This is me looking for the version of America that felt human and honest and still possible.

Where oaths rot, prayers excuse cruelty, and lives are reduced to "necessary sacrifice."

A poem I wanted to share

This piece is a chaotic sermon dressed in satire, stitched with absurdity, and delivered by a narrator who can't quite decide whether they're joking-or warning you. Figures of Speech was born from watching the distortion of language in real-time-how words meant to unite often divide, how truth bends until it breaks, and how the loudest voices often say the least. The poem is a venting valve. A fever dream with punchlines. It tackles everything from political hypocrisy and media theatrics to the decay of discourse itself. The "slips" in the poem-those ironic stumbles and word-swaps-aren't mistakes; they're masks peeling off. The more the narrator fumbles, the more they reveal. At its heart, this poem is about power: who holds it, who manipulates it, and who suffers beneath it. But it's also about complicity-ours. We laugh, we scroll, we nod, and then we play our roles again. The circus restarts. The machine keeps running. This is not a call to action. It's not even a protest. It's just a figure of speech. Unless, of course, it isn't.

A Poem

She opened her mouth, surprised, as words burst forth. Completed

a political poetry collection consisting of 20 poems touching on topics of feminism, capitalism, global warming, queerness, and human rights.

man my yume lore leave me alone

In a world split red and blue, some of us don't fit either color. Loader World follows a nonbinary, bisexual Latina teen navigating high school bullying, political division, immigration fear, and the weight of being "too visible." When leaders talk about removing identities and erasing letters, the consequences echo in classrooms and quiet bedrooms. This book is a slam poem in motion. A protest wrapped in vulnerability. A reminder that survival is resistance. If you've ever hidden your flag. If you've ever felt like your skin was a statement. This story is for you.

> "For the Sheep Clothing" is a raw, fearless poem by hybrid poet Jemar Ocon (Lonewolfbejie), exposing the dirty truth behind corrupted systems. Through a blend of street realism and metaphor, this poem attacks vote-buying, fake leadership, and those who wear the mask of goodness while feeding off the silence of the poor. This isn't just poetry - it's protest. It's philosophy for the streets. Real wolves don't hide in sheep clothing - they write about it.

A collection of poems about the world politics because I need a way to cope and this way I feel like I am actually doing something about the situation. Be on the right side of History my friends❤️ Silence never stopped violence📢

the angry poems.

Hello, I'm Chloe, with words in my veins, Dancing through sunshine, dreaming in rains. From pages and poems, my heart found its beat, From Seuss's sweet rhymes to the soul of John Keats. It started in childhood, bright books on my shelf, Where rhymes ran in circles and played with themselves. Green Eggs and Ham, a whimsical ride- Oh, how the Cat in the Hat made me glide! But soon I grew deeper, with ink-stained delight, Finding new meaning in verses at night. "Ode to a Nightingale" stirred something inside, A longing, a stillness, I couldn't quite hide. Poetry calls me-a whisper, a flame, It gives life to silence and meaning to name. I write not for glory, but simply to feel, To capture the moments that time tries to steal. So here I am, Chloe-heart open wide, With a pen in my hand and the stars as my guide. From playful beginnings to lyrical grace, I follow the lines, wherever they trace.

A collection of raw, unfiltered poetry from the mind of a young American girl trying to survive a world that wants her silent. These are poems of protest and survival, against fascism, against erasure, against the cruelty disguised as "freedom." For every girl who felt like she didn't belong in her own country, this is for you. These poems explore queer guilt and liberation, giving voice to resistance in a country that tried to silence us. They speak out against the Trump administration and stand proudly pro-immigrant, pro-LGBTQ+, pro-Black, pro-Muslim, pro-Mexican, and pro-everyone this country has tried to erase. Pro-human. ///// Heighest Tags: 1 in #politicalpoetry 1 in #queerwriter 364 in #poems

Old poetry from Grammar school.

This is a collection of poetry I have written during the troubling times of 2020. Coming to the last week of 2020, I had tested positive for Coronavirus so this was written during self isolation reflecting on this chaotic year and the incompetent handling of this pandemic by the UK Government.