"oppresive" poems
In these darkened rooms, where I spend
oppresive days, I pace to and fro
to find the windows. -- When a window
opens, it will be a consolation. --
But the windows cannot be found, or I cannot
find them. And maybe it is best that I do not find them.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will reveal.
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A rock and a hard place
A choice to be made
2 evils to choose from
Im sorry
Be brave
A rock and a hard place...
Oppresive and Dark,
All on my own
Cast out on my mark
A rock and a hard place...
She says i love not
And it hurts me inside
Cuz Love is all i got
A rock and a hard place...
I cant please them both
My mother says no
But she begs me "dont go"...
"Dont go"...
As though i had a choice
To leave my true love now
Or to go without my voice
A rock and a hard place...
Im sorry i must...
To go without you is to go without love...
Why dont you see
How cruel this rock is to me
And how cruel this hard place
Is to be
A rock and a hard place
A choice to be made
2 evils to choose from
Im sorry
be brave
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
There are glory and victory in every battles
Yet there are more bleeding and suffering
Glory doesn’t bring back the dead to the living
Victory heals neither scars nor wound, let alone fixing the broken ribs
There are villains and heroines in every war
Yet there are more desolation and devastation
Villains are written in history by the side who wins
Heroines are what they call themselves after slaughtering the innocent
There are rebellion and revolution in every regime
Yet there are more poverty and misery
Rebellion is done by fewer people against jeopardy
Revolution is an act of people power against oppresive authority
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
The heat had been Oppresive
Hung like a Curtain of Mist
Waiting for a Breeze to list
The Stillness that hung in the air
Should have been a warning of
What to beware, as Dark Clouds
Moving in from the west.....
Carrying the Cool air mass
As the rising heat fought
For control of the Cold
The wind speed Sheared
To levels well feared as
The Rumble of thunder
Shook the ground as
The branches of trees
Came crashing down
And a Lightening Strike
The Brightest of all Struck
To Turn night into Day
The way it rattled your Bones
And howling wind Moans
Gave rise to the feeling
That some one will die
With Lightening in the Valley
Thunder on the mountain
And Fire in the Sky
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
As the transient day slips by,
We work for our food and shelter.
We busy ourselves with toil
In a sultry, oppresive swelter.
This is the way of things, of course,
As we seek to survive the world’s hardships.
But we must not lose hope, so we keep words
Of encouragement on our lips.
But the day wanders late,
And we must prepare for
The perilous darkness…
Looking up, we saw the day’s diadem
Dropping and dwindling
Into an expanding distance.
A widening waste spreads,
Swallowing our hope and
Threatening our existence.
We kneeled to pray for protection
During this cold gloom of catharsis.
It seemed a ghostly mist approached,
As if from ancient Tarsus.
Suddenly, the warming orb shatters
Against the horizon,
Exploding with resplendent rubies,
Flying out from the surface!
Before this crystalline spectacle we are transfixed,
As our hearts discover a renewed purpose.
This shimmering treasure
Was then drawn up,
As the night’s shade descended,
To stand as a symbol
Of an eternal hope,
Just as God Intended.
To fill the sky with wonderful lights,
Creating a crown Of destiny.
We beheld its glory,
Within and without,
As our fears were transformed
Into ecstasy!
In that moment, we cried out,
“Come, O' Night! We reflect your beauty!
In this darkened aura,
We feel the embrace of an Arcadian love!
Night! Portent of our death and
Harbinger of our illumination,
We are kin with the stars!
We are citizens of the heavens above!”
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
Today I worry even mo so..
Son I worry even more when you go out that door.
Mistaken identity.
Victim of false accused identity.
The Armed who carry behaving like assasions.
with Armed badges.. Ganged up armed trained men with fear.
Claiming fear makes them killers of our unarmed souls.
Be it against petty theives.. or mistaken innocent individuals.
Community left to weep uncosolable tears and fears.
God bring my son/daughter home safe today.
I fear letting my children out to play.
I fear being in my home where even cops bullets fly astray.
God is it gonna be a safe day.
I protested in the streets today.
I wept in my neighborhood.
I wept.. I weep. I wail.
uncontrollable.
The burden goes beyond my inner soul.
I'm not unbreakable till you console.
I fear who will be next to be tragically slain.
Only a moment a day in time fearing the pain.
Will I see my sister, my brother, my mother my loved one again.
Even though today I'm able to hold their hand.
Lord bring them home safe again.
I just don't knew when.
Mercilous killings will strike again.
By seriel killers..murderers, or armed men with badges.
We march we pray we protest we bury our youngs ashes.
Let us anoit our heads with oil we have much to bear.
No matter our race, creed or culture.
We have to unite against these tragic things.
Be tired of hearing our community screams.
S..T..O..P. with the
slaying- tragedies -oppressive- power
stop slaying us by tragedies of oppresive power.
S-suffocating, Slaying, slandering.
T-tyranny-cruel and oppressive government or rule.
tragic events cause for tormoil.
O-Oppressive-unjustly inflicting hardship and constraint.
especially on a minority or other subordinate groups.
oppressive laws.
P-people under abuse of authority. Of unfair punishments.
The people are perishing. The people are being punished
with persecution and unjust prison terms.
S.T.O.P
this madness.
P.O.T.S.
we are
Protesting Over Tragic Slaying.
Of all forms.
Son on Today!
We Must Pray!
Even the more So..
Lets go!
by selinaSharday S.A.M 2018
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
High in the sky moon shines,
Far away on a tree owl whines,
Oppresive and uneasy is the night ,
The sadness has returned with all its might,
Dark shadows, shrill screams,
Haunted and cursed my life seems,
Terrible memories of distant past,
For the lifetime will last,
The scars on the flesh may heal,
But the pain of your parting i will forever feel,
I seek joy on majestic green mountains,
I seek bliss around finely decorated fountains,
Everywhere i search for this elusive happiness,
But slowly and painfully, i am sinking into loneliness,
Because unknown and forbidden are the shores,
Which your soul now explores,
I wish i could fall into cold endless sleep,
Because the **** in my soul is too deep,
But i have promise and wishes to fulfil,
before i can allow this despair and sadness to ****
So With broken heart, teary eyes,
I wearily live this life full of lies,
Wearing deceitful and sham mask on my face,
I have grudgingly joined this mad rat race,
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
What if all we are is just machines?
I mean, we're all labeled with a name, ID Card, personal numbers.. we are being judged by the oppresive because of age.
We are supposed to work to earn money and get somewhere.. nowadays it's more about your diploma's and certificates.. what happened to personal and communication skills?
What if we lived in a world where your personal talents make the person you are?
I mean look at us, the so called "superior" human race. we are all just pins and pawns in a major game of politics and oppression.
So I ask you this, Let's become a miracle, and break free from these chains. And show the world we are dreamers and want this dream to come true..
-R
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
I want to go to sleep
I don't want to feel you right now
Not by will, not awake
Your asbsence is too real this time
I know you're not coming back
But I don't want to know
I don't want to know anything
I don't want to know
What this life is like
Without you
It should be raining
It should be midnight
It should be Winter
My skin feels too warm
The clouds look too soft
There's too much sound
There's too much movement
Cars keep passing, people keep pacing,
Specks of light stream incessantly
Everything is as it's meant to be
Nothing is as it should be
Your eyes should be open
Reflecting like shadows into mine
Your hands should be gesturing figures
As your lips bring words to life
You should be awake right now
This sentence should not be here
I should not feel such demanding heaviness when
The tsunami of your blood
That once streamed through my veins
Has left me desperate, hollow, and empty
You will never feel as I feel in this moment
I think that's for the best
Yet I pray if love is as they say it is
Wherever you may find yourself
You can still feel my heart
The way it beats for you
The way it longs for you
The way it swells up at the mention of
Your name
I want to be asleep
I need to feel you now more than ever
I will survive this oppresive melancholy
If only through temporary intervals
Only if in dreams
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
Looking at this infernal reality
From within this corpse prison
I forsake the oppresive traditions
Of longevity and long distances
"Here for a good time, not a long time"
What's the point of the 'scenic' route?
To watch the decay and downfall helplessly?
No, if they will not legalise a direct flight
I shall have to numb myself with my own shortcut.
Pass me the sugars and fats and carbs please.
Aug 2, 2022
Aug 2, 2022 at 5:09 AM UTC