America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Must Be Something Better On TV
To Many Americans, Family Matters For many we treat our neighbors as FRIENDS This economy is like portraying a Survivor
Make America
Make America have respect again or for once Make America have equality one day Make America take responsibility Make America understand those that have been left behind
American History
American history is the bomb Is the jet Is the aeroplane Like a feeling you get From a hurricane By the bayou And near a river of love.
Linda AubertPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Amanda Gorman
"The hill we climb" is a poem that will be forever etched in history. Amanda Gorman is the author of this historic poem. A beautiful, poised , graceful, and brave young black woman with a hearing disorder, who overcame a speech impediment and became the first person to become the National Youth Poet Laureate... took to the stage at Joseph. R .Biden Jnrs. presidental inauguration in 2021, and announced to the world that she too , aspires to also be President of the united states.
Donna BolchPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Red, White, and Blue
Today is a brand new day, maybe today I'll pave a way, Or maybe I wont and I'll just think, we'll, what the heck is wrong
orangepeachapplesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsUnited
We’re born into this world Knowing no difference. Were taught that dogs are dogs Cats are cats So to some, why are people not
“Political Plays”
“Political Plays” Unconditional! It is right! We’ve heard. Both sides acting asinine and absurd! Evidence possibly doctored and forged.
Charleen RicheyPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Old Glory
Red Blood spilled through history Under skin the color of misery For all that has been seen Clouded judgement still obscures our dreams
Sean McCannPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWake Up America
Why are Americans so blindly loyal to the flag? No one really understands why and nor do I Some say the military, others say because I’m a Patriot
Justin HigginsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAmerica, Noun
America A-M-E-R-I-C-A, America Noun From the Italian Amerigo which itself is from the German Amalric or Heimrich
Jay WalkerPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Crimson
Crimson Crimson is the color that sounds the alarm for spirits cast off into a cycle of what's known and broken. Peace is the heart of lives that matter
The American Blues
I just can't seem to sleep tonight. There's too much trouble, too much strife. I'm too busy trying to save my own life. I feel like I'm marching to a drum and fife.
Fred BobbittPublished 4 years ago in Poets
