America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Made It Out
I was born in this hell They gave me this shyt to sell Then trada put me in jail They want a niguh to fail. OH well I shall prevail
Stephon FoxworthPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAbilene
It's a lonely feeling going thru a place that you don't know but knowing you're going further from the place where you belong w/
Color of Our Pain
People of color have known pain for a long time For some, the pain pushes them in a forward motion Taking no compromise for freedom
STACEY PATTERSONPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIt's the Journey
I've raced a storm into a beautiful sunset in the mountains outside El Paso. Watched the moon glisten on ponds on the edge of Seattle. Seen the beginning and the end of the great Mississippi. Trudged through lingering snow in Winona, Minnesota. Sunrises are gorgeous in Montana at 5 a.m. Watched wild ponies graze in marshland of Virginia. Climbed to the top of a peak called Seneca. Roamed caves in northeastern Pennsylvania. Became one with a crowd in Columbus, Ohio. Chased a dream to Tennessee. Got lost in Kentucky. Found gold in North Carolina. Faced my past in Arkansas. Wore cheese on my head in Wisconsin. Counted the singular trees in North Dakota. I've sped down mountains in Idaho on an off schedule bus. Watched lightning rip the sky in windmill fields in Illinois. Saw a miniature Statue of Liberty in Gary, Indiana. Remember the skyline with the Twin Towers. Did scavenger hunts on Maryland roads. Drove pecan groves on a mild day in New Mexico. Woke up chilly in Pelham, Alabama. Ate catfish on Bourbon Street. Gazed at falling fake snow in Orlando. Stood under palm trees in South Carolina. Bought peaches in Georgia. Had a three hour tour off the coast of Delaware. Roamed corn fields in New Jersey. I've seen every star in clear skies. Seen fog destroy. Experienced the end of a rainbow. Driven straight roads and ones that twist. My eyes have only scratched the surface. Next stop unknown.
Eslieann LeflerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMagik Herb
They say weed is a drug, But it makes me feel better. They say it shouldn’t be allowed, So I must suffer. They say it destroys your health,
Karen CommanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsVisions of Buffalo
To be awakened By the sound of thundering hooves And to see them coming over the hill At first, it strikes fear in your heart
Bobby DeesePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Good Red Road
The Good Red Road has been Handed down through generations We all know white man is Trying to extinct the Natives I hate to give a crash lesson
American Dictatorship
You have the right to remain silent, Yeah right it's time to be violent. It's time to fight against the silence with random acts of violence.
Matthew AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWeez Here
Weez Here We shook the southern dust from our feet for the last time, By foot, mule, train or truck, Dixie is at our back and a new day is ahead,
Terri LyonsPublished 7 years ago in Poets- Top Story - August 2017
Blood, Sweat, and Fire
Blood, Sweat, and Fire The Wonderful World of Disney gave us a Sunday evening rest, We anticipated Ed Sullivan’s line up of guests
Terri LyonsPublished 7 years ago in Poets Black Lives Matter
All. Lives. Matter. Really? Because you’re genuinely scared of the police Because you can do everything right, and still get shot
Edens FleurizardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Be
You a damn fool If you don't comprehend That you are a rash Attached to my last nerve Asking me to use the to be verb Are
Duece ConfuciusPublished 7 years ago in Poets