#oppression poems on Hello Poetry

Matthew Thomason Dec 2018

Beauty

If beauty becomes me, it is this room.

No ideas of thought, object by force.

We are that dream,born of favor.

Lords of maternity and fortunes lost.

We are.

I love you

#loss #lost #strength #epiphany #oppression #neglect #ignore #life #death #wealth

ghalya Dec 2018

at war with my head

help fill the void in my heart,
clinging to the little hope i have left.
you started a riot, of intrusive thoughts molded in my head.
vivid dreams is the only thing that make me feel closer to death.
so now i close my eyes, exposing the revelation thats waiting to be said.

#trapped #oppression

Red Nov 2018

the lonely flesh

I force my feelings into my stomach
belly swelling and skin stretching
my body bursts open violently
guts, blood and emotion looking for a home
s p r e a d i n g

so basically I've been trying to communicate my emotions in a way that shows it's effect and damage, the gory imagery I'm presenting is created to rub you the wrong way, for me my feelings often feel detrimental to me physically and so that terrifying sinking feeling is what i am trying to portray

#depression #oppression #obsession

AE Nov 2018

Horses

When the moon shines on the factory walls
We still see your pain in your quarter stalls
You stumble your way through the grey graveled ground
As your grunts and groans to your masters make no sound

And while the bricks of a future world lay on your back
How long until they collapse on a red linoleum track
You can't see beyond the endless drag of the whips
As the money-coated Pigs command from fat lips

The suffering is infinite inside your cold hardened lung
And everybody knows horses have no message to be sung
And it isn't your fault that you don't know what's true
Because the Dogs have stolen away everything that belonged to you
But one of these days
You must rise and take back the steel-tipped maze
But how could the dumb light in your eyes
Begin to take the Pigs by surprise?

So when do you gallop away from the chain?
So when do you race away in the oil rain?
So when do you open up your heart?
So when do you wake up and revolt and start?
So when do you neigh out your hidden mind?
So when do you free the rest of your kind?
So when do you realize you've worked inside the sun?
So when do you realize this was never any fun?

Got inspiration from the Pink Floyd album, "Animals". Pigs=Ruling class, Dogs=The enforcers of the law. Thought horses might represent the actual working class that do the Pigs' ***** work. There's enough of them out there to rebel against the Pigs and win, but they aren't educated enough to know how to succeed.

#animals #oppression #society #horses

Onwubuariri Jachinma Nov 2018

Message to the oppressors

Everyone is in a battle field ,the course depends on which you wrestle against
Beings with baremouth filled with uncouth language surrounds us
A frail and feeble cotton mind buried in lies they pollute our lives with
Staining my hope for living
The stage gave me strength
I too am a fighter
Multiple eyes plants on my skin, focused on my lips as words made way
Whilst I rendered their world silent ,with truth flooding my eyes a disposition that raises brows
Gender suppression
Color oppression
Body shaming
Cultural and religious diversities
They are nothing but challenges to live better
Creating a world outside the beliefs and customs we're taught to live by
Besides there's no blind thought in the room of wisdom
Today the sun rose earlier than it did same day last year
A beautiful reminder to the oppressors
An eccentric spirit I have
Who have wandered through the years of judgement fighting the course that had me in bed during dinner
Past tags there's more to be felt in human society
Representing the downtrodden with vain and Lain hearts
Transformation is found in each of their belief
A hope of arrival
Alongside an end to the death stakes littered in our hearts

Freedom is never granted until it is demanded for.

#tags #suppression #oppression #racism

plat Nov 2018

Hey you

Hey you
Mr. Beelzebub
Only the buzzing keeping you company
Don't give up
Because no one understands you
But come along with me
And show them whats wrong with me
Hey you
Mr. Yahweh
Your cries will not be heard tonight
For today
The fallen have given up their plight

Look inside you
No one understands you
But I do
Today is the day that mountains fall
Forever in the history books we will be
Pick up the phone and answer your call
So come along and show them whats wrong with me

This is not anti-God, or pro-Satan, but quite the opposite really, it's about the ones who are oppressed and fallen, and made to be fake demons, going against the ones who in arrogance and ignorance make themselves think they're a god in the world. Thank you for sharing you time with me I hope you enjoyed and got something from this poem.

#rise #up #depression #oppression #god #satan #devil

Nicole Oct 2018

Refusing to Pass (Trans-Formation Series #8)

As I picture myself in the future
Through years of HRT
Small glimmers of excitement
Reflect off the walls of my heart
I rarely feel excitement these days
So this instance is important
I picture ****** hair and muscles
A deepened voice ands flat chest
The physical changes excite me
It's the social ones that scare me
I cannot imagine having male privilege
I cannot imagine not feeling objectified
I cannot imagine being read as a man
I was raised in a position of oppression
I am constantly stared at and made into
Nothing more than the prospect of my genitals
And yet,
One day,
It will no longer be that way
I'll just look like a basic white boy
And they'll have no idea
Except that I will not stay silent
I will not hide in the shadows
I am transmasculine and nonbinary
And I refuse to remain invisible

#trans #transgender #passing #gender #queer #lgbt #appearance #privilege #oppression #changes

True Follower of the Scatman Oct 2018

Space Jam

Slam dunk crash
Loud sound, a thunder dome
Intense clapping; it's time
Michael Jordan, save us.

Janus, my ****
In my pants oopsies
Micheal Jordan, slams and dunks.

#alone #faith #god #basketball #sports #movies #feminism #latinx #oppression #love

Salix Thelema Rausmend Sep 2018

Back to Work in the Mine

Rude-awakened, bare, I plunged
the mine for errors—yelled revisions
up the shaft, felt echoes drift.
Stifled gold-myths for anchors: pig-iron
chained to answers. Asked "which way?"
and felt novel paths fade to gray,
gut-checked at gates Now Boarding,
urgency-alive, departure day.

For-Shame walks hard his two-block beat:
the love against his feet, the bleach
behind his eyes. The toll is lucid blood:
much thinner, quick-twitch coded,
primed to run. Canaries, fathoms down,
sing longing to the mask
that votes for trade—sweeps laurel off
the heads of state, befouls the learners'
****-grounds. What truth might Satan

still confound? Denounced and parceled,
grifters spend our last resort
up paper-trails that track too short—
force every sense through that
accursed mask.
To breathe, perchance, to ask.

#oppression #inquiry #duty #truth