"opression" poems
The Oppression of my people
can not be summed up in one word
A word that flies
Flies like a hummingbird
He eats soup
As I cry
he prays
As I sigh
You Do not KNOW ME
You only know my struggle
How Dare You come to me?
In your time of Need.
You need a fixin?
God Bless Juan Dixon.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Rue thy feeble fate.
Fear the day when thine own eyes
Fail to see beyond thy hand.
Requiem for the rest-easies such as Thyself shall not come as welcome
Praise, but as fire and brimstone,
Blood from the grimy grindstones of
The weary working, ready to rise
And crush all unworthy opposition
With their hilts of red-hot rage,
Raising swords of liberty to the heavens and cutting down the opression that has stilted their air.
Weep for this is thy fate:
Thy death means justice for those who Have been defeated countless times,
Under a blooming, burning sky defeats Pile up like stars, simmering, waiting to Become supernovas and take every puny Universe down in their own glorious Descent, like
Icarus to the sun, a sweeter fall could not Exist on this lonely planet,
Into the unforgiving waters of victory.
Justice for those angry folk who by merit Have earned their own place, not by Some system that hands it to them, but By grit and toil alone,
By the fierce madness that is
Existing and not completely
Giving in to the ruin of being human, Following the words that
A wiser man than I spoke, that life is Struggle, that the only constant in this Life is the pain that all of us try to ignore In the futile attempt to block out the Tragedies that haunt us daily.
Face thy fears, coward.
Thou miserable wretch can't look thyself In the mirror, but can claim that we as a Species have hope for peace on Earth and Goodwill for all.
What dost thou know of goodwill? When didst thou give a single moment of thought to the happiness of anyone but thyself and thine selfish avaricious interests?
Thou shan't claim to know what is holy and just, yet scourge the very pious people that thou imitates; thou shan't slaughter the devout on a temple whose bricks are molded from hypocrisy and deceit.
Rue thy feeble fate,
Because thou deserveth every blow, every cry of mockery, every disgusted eye and every hideous pitiful moan that thy gravestone will inspire, and even Dante himself could not have imagined the flaming of the hellish unredeeming pyre that will be thy afterlife;
rue thy fate for no morals, no intercessions, no pleas or entreaties to be spared from the filth and maggotry that thou hast built thy very house upon canst save thee now.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
so sometimes I'm just right,
cold, calculating and perceptive.
and sometimes I can't make it through the night,
policing my thoughts and perspective.
But tonight is a night of freedom and purity,
closing the doors to opression,
spilling inpure and conformist thoughts,
and avoiding resurrection.
smoking and snorting and popping and coughing,
breathing, decieving, and barely talking,
focused now.
never later.
still breathing this atmosphere of pure hatred.
can't see past my hands in this tomb,
alone i lay and quietly consume,
every last one of them.
I've let them all go.
the part time, doin time, ebb and flow of cold.
growing old.
when I finally outgrow this taste in my mouth,
i'll be able to breathe.
when she finally outgrows me maybe she'll leave.
never looking back, always forward,
never late.
she quietly escapes the debate of our fate.
never look back kid,
cause your soul might turn blue,
tied tight with saran wrap wrappers,
duct tape and glue.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
she was the definition of not quite there
yet there all the same
she wore frills and colors when her mind was set
on success
she was unconventional beauty
effortlessly wandering
through his brainwaves and
to his heartstrings
she kissed and told
him she loved him
they filled eachother with promises kept
forever and never did they
harbour a secret in their hearts
which were torn each in a unique way
and each readily sought to mend the other
she shook when she was nervous
yet tremors hadnt bothered her
like so many times before
before he was there
before she felt his arms around her
before her heart skipped a beat
when she felt his soul touch hers
light eminated
life luminated
she gave herself to him
mind and body
readiness and wonder
limited exploration
with all greedy eyes and hands and lips
touch proved fatal to the innocence
a stare held more than three thousand words
spoken with fluidity
or meaning ever could
a stare into eyes like stars
like amethyst
like rainfall
a stare that stroked the heart
that stormed the brain
they who walked on planets hand in hand
never blinded by opression
or ignorance
arrogance or falsehood
but by love and love alone
he who would give her infinity
and she who would embrace it
clarity can be found in the most tenebrous abyss
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
I was wondering if my pictures clear
in heaven I see stairs
visions impaired, living in fear
Dark halls cancels light.
Footsteps I wonder what might happened if they'll aproach me.
Silently moving swiftly through avenues of depression.
Maybe it wasn't heaven in disguise,
it was all lies, let me sleep so these dark hours can pass by.
As I sleep it follows me into a trans
seeing nocturnal images,
aggressively ******* my life away.
Resiting things,
not even of tongues but of possession
my opression is my basic fear
a player and contestant.
Gravity Falls,
Gravity Falls
Paintings of disasters
Maid Dolls, following eyes, Creepiness,
Gravity Falls.
A war within myself is like mental intoxication
I can't think right can someone fly apon me,
So I can even contest with such a spiritual fight
but let me not say things because insight
another demon might just take away what I think is righteous,
Gravity Falls.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
Feel like i have fallen under the devil's trap,
Under opression,
And my soul is chained up in manacles.
Trying my best to reach to the world,
But that concrete wall bounces my words back,
the louder i become its like my voice is being lowered.
They say they want the best,
But they never assist me in achieving it,
Just like that novel Animal Farm,
they are Squealer and Napoleon.
Only caring much about the result but not me.
It feels like i am back in the Aparthied era,
And like Nelson Mandela,
My 12 years of learning have just become a 27 years imprisonment.
I feel like i am a murdurer being questioned in the court of law,
I dont know anything about being a lawer nor a police,
But am forced to write reports of why i failed.
Looking at their barbaric faces,
i know how much they will never suport me.
They call a school a place of learning,
but today i saw another story in the system.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Moses o mighty moses,
Shoes of god are naked,
Holy is the ground,
And holy is his chambers.
Unholy are the sons of horace
Who must pay up in death.
And by the staff freedom
Is sweet like milk & honey.
God of prophets
Tell the family Abraham loved
Opression never goes unanswered.
The waiting finally has ended.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
I miss you
I miss the heart aches
I miss the stomach aches
I miss your absence
I miss the way you'd dance
Surely I miss you
I miss the sickening dew
I miss the crying on the bathroom floor
I miss me hiding behind the doors
I miss the anxiety
I miss my text left unread
I miss the "love" in my head
The pain in your bed
The empty throbbing afterwards
The touched but not too far
The left unsatisfied and scarred
I loved the smiles you brought me
I loved the child you saw me as
I loved the women you'd rather pass
I loved the tears that made you laugh
I loved ever single unspoken desire
Never brought me higher
I deserved every manipulation
I deserved every tear
I deserved every touch
I deserved you so much
I deserved the confusion
I deserved your advantages
I deserved every bandage
I apologize for my obsession
I apologize for my opression
I apologize for my misbehavior
Obviously I knew better
It's my fault it went too far
It's my fault I'm forever scarred
It's my fault I wanted you so bad
It's my fault I ever made you sad
It's my fault I told my dad
It's my fault I got mad
It's my fault
It's my fault
It's always my fault
Thank you for using me
Thank you for abusing me
Thank you for accusing me
Thank you so much
for not leaving me untouched
You gave me what I wanted
You gave me everything I needed
You gave me attention
You gave me suppression
You gave me pain
You gave me deep stains
I can never ******* clean
I'm so sorry I spoke up
I'm so sorry I woke up
I'm so sorry I broke it up
I'm so sorry I exist
I'm so sorry I can't reminisce
About anytime before today
I'm sorry I'm this way
I'm sorry I misbehave
I'm sorry I tried to be brave
I'm sorry I got in everyone way
I miss before you
I miss before I knew
I miss my life
Before you stabbed me
And I apologized to you
I miss you
When I was close enough
To be able to ****** you
The way you murdered me
I missed you.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
broken hopes and broken hearts
shudder in the shells of broken men.
songs they sang of freedom
are but whispers belonging to the wind
cruelly gnawing at their ears
and rattling the shackles that clutch
their silent throats and defeated fists
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Love, trust the heart completely. So like hippies we drove a van into the sunset, sweet grass, aviator haze, straw hat chins to the sky, singing from our hearts, barefoot desert land, oncoming moon on the western horizen, crisp of an orange glow left on the desert mountains in the east, moon and stars, dream catcher dangling, quietly breathing, sleep calling me like a child, sorrow and love sinking in, warm cool air, sighs of release, goodbye. Life, simplified, always pursue the heart, surrender and release, deal with you{re stuff, cry, release, yoga, it becomes easier the more pain we release, tension is built up pain. Western medicine isn{t very neccasary, trust, visit death, lose attachment, the soul will never die. Lose fear, fear is opression, surrender to the luminous love light of the one. freedom.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
My city's streets are in flames
Because injustice and opression
Are far more common in america
Than libery and justice for all.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Can the wind bring it back as it took it away?
Nothing's floating around,the water's calm at the bay
Then the moment it comes as a scream is overheard
Flailing arms, desperation and heads start to turn
All the patrons around follow him with their eyes
Mistified, frowning foreheads, watching his demise
As the emperor falls, darker clouds fill the sky
Those who watched didn't act, those who fought didn't cry
In the aftermath glory or tragedy as seen on theirs heads
The quiet returned, nothing's been learned, they lay sleepless on their beds.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
Sitting at home writing writing WRITING and the words dont flow
I sit while this muse doesn’t show.
I want to be unique I want to be original.
make this poem biblical.
I think in iambic.
And still the sirens in my skull stay silent of their sweet symphonies.
Trying to use figurative language,
Like a new born baby trying to use its new legs.
Putting my brain under an incubater,
Trying to force hatch ideas like eggs
Sitting in my room listening to slam
about to slam my head on the ground
bam bam bam!
Maybe write about corrupt uncle sam?
Try to be a shooting star and break the mold
But mold is gross
So I stay inside and remain quiet
And pretend that one day my slam might start a riot
Could I start a rebellion
And while fighting deppresion,
Could fight this opression,
of not being able to write this poem.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
How sad is it when a writer cannot write,
a singer cannot sing,
a dancer cannot dance.
words, melodies, rythms, are all in my head,
then it comes along
BAM! the music is dead,
all of a sudden the fiercest dread,
the strongest depression,
weigh on my worn out chest; opression.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
The tears he shed are crawling out the eye,
Make his planet seem as if the heart will somehow die.
Smiling abroad for the hapiness that sits unreal,
Each tear drop filled with dissapointment and disspair,
How can he now live without his love in the air?
The past he is reminded of with every step taken,
Her smile he longs, her touch he desires, for she will never be forgotten.
One more step and closer he becomes to the newest eternal bed she sleeps in.
Eyes shut, she lays, with pale cold skin. He glimpses at her lips, which were once his, the flashback begins.
Staring with eyes closed while re-living with remorse.
Ice cold her skin lays, the sun's warmth from his light hand touched her.
So close it seemed to be a nightmare. More than reality an attrocity.
The heart stops, his soul falls.
The room of opression, he's parished reviewong the obituary of his own, and the note left under her pillow the night she was taken.
The words unspoken, the chances wasted. Her sweet sixteen never seen.
Crouched on the ground heart in the basement, smiles taken hopelessly.
Now gone, "Glory," her name remains,
And "Defeat" his nickname.
Suffering the depressive stage of knowing he'll remain a lonesome soul.
Her smile only alive in his mind, dies with the knife's touch to the heart.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Wisedom is to know the difference between your faith and religion.
Stupidity is to not know either.
They say war isn't an action but an emotion fueled by rage and anger..
I say war isn't part of what we do but who we are,
Its in our nature.
People now days have confused strength with confidence and how far one is willing to go...
#Unwise
We judge the people around us before we meet one another.
We pick and choose people to hate an people to love without making choices.
#NoLoyalty
They say YOU can change but you have to change yourself...
Better said than,
The world is gonna change and your status will be determind by your wealth.
Saying "money over everything" is like saying **** everyone else",
But to put that in action is like admitting you'd rather live by yourself.
#TheWholeπ
Surrounded by galaxies and a forever reaching domain
#Space
We have a problem admitting we are all one in the same.
#humans
Weighted down by opression and smashed by our fears,
We're doomed to work for an eternity beyond your childs years.
#Government
Shed tears for our future,
Held back by the weak,
We've been chasing dreams and against reality, dreams will never compete..
Its hardly a race when your starting in last but we look forward to the future, never questioning the past.
#ClosedMinded
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
life has its loves and its sadnesses. What is known to others, other than what is shared is up to us.
Love has its hopes so that we may dream and leave this moment unto one where we aspire to new happiness.
Life has its laments, then they remember the found of such a deep love in a soul is a point of progression,
to deny such an honour is a madness. I am not cold nor emotionless, nor am I seperate. I merely have a great sadness,
that comes with a great love, its all micro and macrocosm. Like that ectasy pill of youth the moments of liberating
freedom and flashing lights, the weightlessness the chains of opression leave as the kiss to their burn comsumes you for that
time and makes you a new whole.
So much greater is a large time in our lives, It grabs us, with the story of the past, the building of a character worthy
of play wright, a love worthy of enternite life and a soul worthy of the purification of the realm from the desire of such
a thing. All of a sudden desire is lost, the transient 'I' misplaced and a new place in which we are not just residing, but
being awakens. We are in the whirlpool of all that this is and although may catch upon the rocks of fear, there is a
knowing of the sacredness of this time. Yet just like that comedown, the depression and need to be help that accompany the
sunday morning on that cold sofa of a warm stranger, the buzz ends, its part of the game, it will resurface in greater form
with a greater name as all things do, but that moment for what it was taught us the golden rule. Nothing we could gain from
it surpassed the moment its self. That all gifts are immediate and have to be seized with the immediacy of the instincual
reaction that saves a man from falling. The moment that is and always was is our one true love, she wears decieving clothes
so that we may to recognise her in a new way, but it is always her.
Life has all of these things and none of them, the answer of this is dependant on what you choose to see as now and not later.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
I've got weeds
They slipped through!
My thick skin.
****
I feel seeds
And they're growing
Sprouting
Words of hate
Growing
In my chest
Beating, screaming
Ba da ba da ba da
I've gotta tend to
This garden of mine
Your opression
Will not
Leave hate
In my Sanctuary
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Deep inside I am crying
Everything around me is dieing
Please excuse this mess I'm in
Ripping myself to shreads again
Eternity in this emptiness
Sinking in this black abyss
Shaking till I fall apart
Isolation grips my heart
Opression of my every joy
Nothing left to destroy
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC