America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
What Defines You
Hispanic, Asian, White, Black, or Native American. Post- Office worker, Journalist, Saint, Doctor, or Fast- food worker.
Victoria WardPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPenny Poems: Cents
I think an economy makes ¢s. We want money. Money makes ¢s Economies work all around the idea of ¢s. Economies, themselves, just make ¢s
The Devil's Deadly Deal
Born, raised, fed, and dressed on DuPont’s dime. Walk the line. Wild and Wonderful. Montani semper lerberi. Montani semper fi
Rachel PropstPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTriggered
When did we stop paying attention to the character of someones heart, and instead place more value on the words they choose…
Roleby ColvinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsConsumer Confidence
Consumer life, we got what you need Consumer mind, all you need is greed Consumer clock, there's no time for sleep Consumer highs, now you're six feet deep
Time For Change
I know this election woke me up to the people in this world. All I can truly grasp onto is how most are NEGATIVE or LAZY. Including me.
Christine LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBibles and Guns
Put down your bible Put down your gun Look around Veterans in streets Starving children Young girls Pregnant With the baby of a stranger
Society
You know what sucks about society is that it's a bitch, it tells you thing and then does another definitely a definition of a hypocrite,
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWe Are America
we are America Where are you, America? Where is the dream that brought the endless, teeming masses to your shore? Where is the lamp you lit and held beside the golden door?
Bill DavidsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Blue Oxymoron
You wear blue you carry a gun and a badge only goes to show how little struggle you've had you uphold our laws decide what's right and what's wrong
Ailyna RedbirdPublished 7 years ago in Poets21st Century Reverance
I understand the media is best when at their worst Up from John P. Zenger down to William Randolph Hearst. The ratings climb, the story's good- whatever it may be.
Paul ForshtayPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSlough
The foundations under the house are three feet tall. A cobbled path leads into a chain link fence, crawling with blackberry vines.
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in Poets