"opressed" poems
I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.
Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.
I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.
Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
This modern world is just too much for me
Everywhere I look it's:
Fight or flight;
**** and flee
Pure and honest talent dehumanized by
Technology
Black and white;
Opressed and free
True and genuine love faked and flaunted and
Forgotten
Kiss and tell;
**** and flee
This modern world is just too much for me
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
Long live the men
battered and opressed
Long live the King
old, frail and dying.
Hail to the Queen
talked to by the keen
Bless all the women
whose knees both bent.
By my Royal decree
Of chaos and glee
Let all ye be free
From this broken dream.
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 9:15 PM UTC
What's a moment without the thread?
Every clock brakes and begins to slow
So long since a tears been shed
Hazy eyes don't look but low
Seeing higher than the status quo
Freely opressed like an opening window
Lies are true and pride is gay
Counting time from doe to doe
Pricy fees I don't care to pay
Menial lives of grass to hay
Withering the vastest shade to grey
Shaping paths into cracked Concrete
My face plastered on your dismay
Pulling me out to every heart beat
Fates revealed from simple body heat
Lying dead on a scorching sheet;
Beginnings lost just as they were found
Pictures taken as blind love meets
Creatings reality out of invisible sound
Judgement conceived with no one around
Walking with chains nailed to the ground
Fastened tightly to stop me from growing
Drifting from pace enslaved as a hound
Keeps me from where I need to be going
Holding back all that i've been showing
Planting emotions I shouldn't be sowing
Igniting proposals of fragile connectivity
Claim to be committed but I tend to do nothing
Isolated inside of a crawling relativity
With depleted self esteem disguised as complexity
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
Love me like you do when
Your tentacles attached around my neck
Tried to strangle me but
Got opressed by my femininity
Handed me your detachable *****
Just to say, **** yourself"
Sprayed your ink across my face
How did you know about my fetish
Stole my heart and now
All three of them drenched in your blue blood
Such irresponsibility
Leaving me with a duty of single parenting
I didn't want any of that
So i starved to death after the eggs had hatched
A takoyaki party
Cooking with the family
Everyone was happy.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
Oh why are we opressed?
By the propaganda machine in the news media.
And the polticians who lie to us constantly.
Why hasn't the American public realized that
We need to stand up and become smart
Once and for all
And stop being sheep to the machine
known as society.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:51 AM UTC
My deepest thoughts consist of a world filled with equality
walking down the street without a police man stopping me
As time goes by the worlds mind continues to be amputated
stripped of its freedom, something that has been tolerated
For many years, people shedding so many tears
the damage has been done and now we all fear
What we can't see but we know it exists
even tho this world is broken it can be fixed
Take our pride and lift it high
the opressors couldn't even wrap thier head around why we sit and cry
fight back, think ahead and speak up
keep composure but believe me i know your fed up
live your life doing the things you want to do
being happy sometimes it means just being you
Real people do what they want, opressed people do what they can
We are the people that make up this world so lets take a STAND!
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Ya I'm talking to the 50 year old guy at the bar
Telling him how growing up is nothing but a big fat *** scar
But **** it
Ya Im waking up at 6 am but Im still drinking like its the weekend
But **** it
Ya Im the one dancing on my own without anyone even playing a song
But **** it
Ya I cut everyone out of my life
But Im speaking to this drunk old guy and he seems fine
So **** it
Ya Im spending every penny Im making.
Even though I got to take care of who made me
They're growing old and its crazy
But **** it
Ya Im holding hands with the bartender
Ya I texted my crush on tender
Ya I sent a creepy fangirl essay to that singer
But **** it
Ya Im kinda depressed and Im creating such a mess
But **** it
Ya this system is making all of us opressed
And Im a slave working day and night
But still ******* my work up
Im trying to pull it together but they think Im not even tryin'
SO **** IT
Ya Im screaming my lungs out at you saying **** this world
And **** IT
So **** IT
Ya Im 22 and you think I'm being over dramaticly blue
But **** it
Ya my anxiety is kind of paralyzing me right now and I can't move
But **** it
Ya I seem weird cause I am weird
So **** IT
AND YA IM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SAYING **** IT
ya I might be damaging myself
But I dont know any other way yo exist
So **** ... it
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
*To feel opressed as
"Speech", the people's champion
Fights for someone else.*
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
The high notes
in your voice,
as you cry
during goodbyes
Those shrieks,
so muffled,
like prayers
of the opressed
Your grip
loses its tone
with age
But sometimes
you mustn't
let go
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
My heart feels heavy,
My head is cloudy,
My thoughts depressing.
I don’t walk anymore...I wonder the city lights
Not knowing where they lead me.
I don’t look at things anymore...
I try ti simplify what I see
So that my depressed mine doesn’t get filled with subjective thoughts.
My eyes are tired,
My mouth is shut,
My feelings are opressed.
I don’t live anymore...I simply exist
Because my taunted being
Is so sunk in this inert world of mine
That the joy of the little things
(The joy of being alive)
Is just a sad memory
Of the life I used to have.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC