#america poems on Hello Poetry

mae 1d

cities

i slept in the arms of cities
with no names,
listened to taxis like lullabies
while the moon
pushed its hips against my window.

#america #depression #dreams

Rhiannon Clayton 2d

Believe

I'm trying so hard to be gentle with myself.
I offer endless compassion and grace to everyone else.
Why is it so hard to show myself the same?
I wish to know the answer to the question,
to call it by name.
I know that the trauma I've endured plays a large role.
Too many years of feeling that my voice my silenced.
What was the price of my compliance?
Too much exploitation in corporate America.
Too much has been taken without being repaid, all in effort to make another dollar,
to survive another day.
Too many words were lost in the pursuit of it all, and now I struggle to save those words on paper, a portrait of words.
Still, little by little, I am climbing out of myself, reaching a metamorphosis with a pen.
Slowly but surely,
I am starting to believe again.

-Rhia Clay

This poem explores the themes of trauma and the journey of overcoming it, alongside the challenges of navigating the current economy. Both aspects are tough to handle, and many individuals are striving to juggle these issues along with various other obligations. Nevertheless, we persist and find ways to cling to hope and self-acceptance.

#metamorphosis #believe #again #pen #grace #selflove #corporate #america #trauma #gentle

tilly Jul 7

the tradition, pt. 2

what is a tradition to the youth?
to the land as old as
when we found it,

we have stated the establishment
just as old as
when we signed it,

what is a structure to the wild ones?
what is this deception, this diversion
of what was always there to us?

why do they say they
were always there, how can they say
we were always them?

what is containment
to the persistent rebellion
of the non traditional existence?

more thoughts

#america

tilly Jul 7

the tradition, pt. 1

In tradition, a home unsheltered
a house, not homely,
we only embrace
what we had before

Conserve the ideas of
those allowed to be louder,
those who led us to the articles
of glorious landmines

Every day, we don’t think about it
we just want them to go
every day, hundreds a day
face the foundational guilt.

first letter of every stanza

#america

Abbott J Hardison Jul 4

We Built Freedom

Some years echo,
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.

Soon, we may have to light the fire again, but today, we celebrate what we've won.

#freedom #america #building

Abbott J Hardison Jul 4

Good Morning USA

Good morning USA,
How joyous am I,
To be waking in this country,
Of all the days,
The 4th of July.

As the red winged Robins pass me by,
I stare out at a spot of sunshine,
Across the hall.
Sumer time seems to fall,
With no care for my voice at all.

Soon I know these times will go,
Like our young country,
We grow out of touch.
It becomes hard to reach,
A point of sound sanity.

These late nights are all we've got,
Carnival games, shirt stains,
Twelve dollar fries!
Staring deep into your eyes,
We find silence in their cries.

Clouds of smoke wander around the house,
We keep the grill out of the way,
But peckish little hands happen to stray,
Such delicious food, so many trays!

Happy freedom day.

Happy fourth! To freedom, equality, justice, and bravery, let's celebrate America's birthday!

#america #holiday #freedom

mae Jul 4

Fourth of July, my ***

i saw the flag hang limp in the sweat-burned air
the president mumbled through a teleprompter
while the rich ******* clinked their rosé glasses
and the homeless guy outside CVS whispered “revolution.”

i walked through a walmart cathedral of neon death
fluorescent lights buzzed like dying bees.
a woman cried in the diaper aisle,
not enough left on the EBT
and the checkout kid had eyes like war.

everyone’s got a gun now or wants one.
fear is sold in bulk, 2-for-1.
but joy?
joy costs everything you got
plus shipping.

billboards scream GOD LOVES YOU
but only if you vote the right way
& keep your ****** polite
& don’t kneel too long
unless it’s in church or to capitalism.

trump’s face still floats like a blimp in the sky
bloated with lies, smiling like rot
and no one’s coming to save us.
they’re too busy selling hats,
too busy building walls out of fear

america, you jazz-blasted ghost,
you cigarette-burned lover of a dream.
i still drive your highways like rosary beads
but now they lead to nowhere;
just strip malls, gun shops, & graves.

#politics #depression #america #trump #anger #republican #democrat

Sabrina Shapiro Jul 4

4th of July

We were promised the golden age of America by a bronze man with a lead stare

So is it any surprise that the only gold I've seen lately has been from bombs bursting in air over Tel Aviv or from the reflection of the sun setting on our empty ports.

Today is July 4th and we're supposed to wave the red, white, and blue
But how can I when the white people who voted red back the ice cold blue that freezes our economy and expands our divide
We're sending men in tan fatigues to tear apart brown families

I wore those tan fatigues once too
I had a sense of pride in knowing that Uncle Sam wanted me
But now all I see is Uncle Sam's white *** as he turns his back on me and those I served with
He doesn't want us
Us few who found solace under the rainbow
Don't you know there's no honor in a blue soldier turning pink
There's only honor in turning our enemies red
There's only greatness in turning our counties red
There's only masculinity in turning our hats red
So, if you're a young man feeling blue, just turn red
But not well read of course, this is America
We love the uneducated

#america #4th #colors

Shofi Ahmed Jun 25

Palestine – Innocent Rose

You can nuke,
or you can spare
a red, red rose.

How grand—
to rule by choice,
to roar with the claim
your vision is pure,
as clear
as morning dew.
Yet you harbour genocide
in Palestine - the innocent rose.

Have you forgotten?
The last titan’s
Rise and Fall?
It will repeat.
That’s no lie.

The nightingale’s ode
to the rose
isn’t always whole.

It knows—
some places
bear more thorns
than eyes can hold.

But like yesterday,
tomorrow again,
it will hum
for the rose.

#palestine #innocent #rose #us #america #rise #fall

Phenomenological Jun 23

The American Empire

Controls the world
With soft power.
But like a limp ****
'Soft power' is only
There when it
Can become hard.

#america #soft #power #politics #geopolitics #empire