#rebellion poems on Hello Poetry

Maimoona Tahir Apr 20

Bitter

Time carries your scent away,
in tiny rebellions,
in sheer mock.

Do you have someone you lost?

#rebellion

Sunamin Tamang Apr 5

Me:
Doing cigarettes?

Bro:
Yeah bro, that makes you cool & drippy!
It’s like, the smoke shapes your aura.
Grey & mysterious. Girls love that.

Me:
Haha, are you serious?

Bro:
Bro wade through the river of non-smokers.
They’re dry. Dull.
Sipping smoothies in silence.
None of the women from this generation
like non-smokers, you know?
We are born to attract em !
Follow the trend !

Me:
Bro, but listen to me—
Bro but ..
I don't follow the trend
I make my own and..

Bro:
Nah, you listen!
This is your age!
This age is never gonna return.
We're never gonna hang out like this again, dude.
Look around…
The chiya is hot, the sky is pink,
& your lungs? Empty—
what a waste.

Me:
Broooo…

Bro:
Smoking & tea is the only ecstasy!!
The puff is the prophet
the cigarette—our staff of rebellion!

Me:
Bro, but I wanna do drugs.

Bro: (pauses)
What?

Me:
Yeah, seriously. A whole lotta drugs.
Not just smoke—
I want the sun to melt.
I want me and my shadow to be 5th dimensional.
I wanna get crazy !
I want my soul to tap dance on Saturn.

Bro:
Dude… what?

Me:
I’m tired of these mild rebellions.
You’re out here glorifying smoke
like it’s a divine sacrament.
But I want the real f~ckin chaos.
Jim Morrison, Osborne Ozzy ,
All these ****** Rock stars

I want to argue with gravity.
Argue with non-humans!
Gods

Bro: (stunned)
…You okay, bro?

Me:
I think I’m becoming art.

#sarcasm #rebellion #hilarious #genz

Damocles Apr 1

Hunter is Hunting

Following the tracks,
I pick up the scent of everything that attracts hate.
The smell is pungent and bitter, like a rotten apple.
But I’m going hunting; I’m the hunter.

It’s a watershed moment when the villains rouse their cheers.
A paradigm is built from the ruins of fallen heroes.

They sing their songs,
Praising the things they’ve razed with their iron shackles,
Honed with a need to peck the bone.
They scavenge off the sick and mad.

But I’m the hunter, and I’m going hunting.
I follow in shadows,
Watching with purpose.
Should the city cry out,
I’ll bring the game.

Feed a future—
Full of the fruit of the garden.
Wearing snake skin,
I’m alive in the light of enlightenment.
And I’m a hunter, and I’m going hunting.

#society #thoughts #urban #vigilance #resistance #rebellion

Ahmed Gamel Mar 28

THE POWER THEY FEAR

Who is right—us or them?
None stand pure, all condemn.
Same mistakes, the same old tricks,
a world that bends to the strongest sticks.

They want what they want—flawless, bright,
a hollow dream wrapped up in light.
A lie that grips, that shapes the mind,
none escape, none unwind.

Broken thoughts, blind beliefs,
like flies drawn close to tainted grief.
They circle, they feed, they take their share,
but none ask why, none even dare.

All fear when new thoughts rise,
the steps of change beneath closed eyes.
A world still wears the same old gloves,
different hands, but still it shoves.

Never bow to a stick, break free,
step ahead, seek, question, see.
Rise before they bring decay,
before they mold minds into clay.

No stick will feed the hungry mind,
no chains can hold the ones who find—
the truth, the cracks, the space between,
where freedom waits, unheard, unseen.

"Sticks and Fish" explores the conflict between control and freedom, questioning societal norms that demand submission. It reflects on the flawed nature of both the world and the people within it, highlighting the struggle between blind obedience and the hunger for deeper understanding. The poem challenges authority, urging minds to break free from imposed limitations and seek their own truths.

#poetry #philosophy #freedom #society #control #rebellion #truth #deepthoughts #newworld #mindset

Viktoriia Mar 23

adhere

i don't want to adhere to a faith that's unkind,
all this pain i've been holding, i know it's not mine,
but i can't give it back, it made me who i am,
one who lives as a saint will still die as a man.

there's a door that can take me wherever i want,
but i need to obey, to abstain and withhold
my own truth, as it is, for it stains the divine,
but i'll never adhere to a faith that's unkind.

#faith #god #religion #rebellion #soul #self #life #death #people

fizbett Feb 22

The Anarchy of Art

Embrace the fact that it's never good enough,
let it rip you apart trying.
Let conformity 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 out
till there's nothing left
but raw bone
and the 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, jagged hum
of contrariness.

Be the wildflower no one picks,
the **** splitting concrete,
and the waves that swallow cities whole;
be the needle in the haystack
and bite the hand that finds you.

Bleed out your soul
from broken pens,
let your ink riot across the page.
With the spirit of rebellion
even the unlearned discover
the language of the gods.

#rebellion #expression #creativity

Abbott J Hardison Feb 18

Don’t Dare

Don’t reconcile with a rebel,
If you’re scared to run with rebellion.

Don’t you try and cook,
If you’re scared of being burnt.

The trampling feet of warriors,
And the licking flames of devotion,
Will cast your foolish soul to the ocean.

If you’re not ready to run with life don’t put on running shoes

#running #rebellion #ocean #advice #fire #cooking

Saman Badam Feb 6

The Queen and the Madman

Queen
"Are not lashes, lashes still, the blood spill,
One in single tyrant's name, other more?
Those ten thousand's tyrants still, men or not."

Madman
"No," said madman, "one's justice, other's whim,
Either all are free or none really is,
In People's name, We all are Free By Laws."

Queen
"That's just another name of all hope lost."

Madman
"Still as People decreed, by People's Will"

Queen
"If ten thousand rule, you are despots all."

Madman
"No, If each one have say, then We're Slaves Not."

Queen
"Will you raise gallows till all are headless"

Madman
"Only till all of their hearts are spotless"

Queen
"To me that rings like howls of a mad crowd"

Madman
"They're sounds of chains ripped, crowns melted, bones ground"

Queen
"If ruled that way, city will surely rot.
You'll leave only graveyards" queen marked.

Madman
"Then, Rot shall be Tried under People's Laws,
What wonderful graveyards those will be"

Queen
"You are a pack of wet cats" Queen sighed.

Madman
"Watered by you, drawstrings drawn" he agreed.

Queen
"Your truth's so exact, they're means of unjust.
Yours sure are not laws, they are merely dust."

Madman
"If so They are For Us, By Us, To Us."

Queen
"Gods, you will devour us, till the last one."

Madman
"Like the oncoming storm, we'll quarter them.
Give me the right, you say, the laws and swords.
I will keep you safe till the storm has passed.
Then service becomes rule, rule tyranny,
Till lovingly yoke's fastened to our necks"

Queen
"What is this I hear, what's this horrid song?"

Madman
"A song of revolt, of rebellion!
Harsh, unforgiving, oh so glorious.
Just like the warm wine running through my veins.
You think us outnumbered? How many there,
of us and how many yours? Oh tyrants!
And for the lashes struck at our back,
Every last one will be called to account
if gallows must be raised for cobblers
and kings and devils and angels alike,"
With voice like flint, madman said "so be it."

As always, open for critic. This is tribute written for a great web serial 'A Practical Guide to Evil.' Do try it out, it is available for free and is wonderful.

#extreme #democracy #monarchy #rebellion

Sharon Talbot Jan 5

In the Shadows

We were born in the forest,
Living in the shadows,
Clinging to our loved ones
In the dark, under the trees.
Life was good then,
We had picked fruit from branches
And swung on them for joy.
And there was no greed
Or jealousy.
Over millions of years,
We lived in harmony,
Until the forest changed;
The garden shriveled and
Faded away as we watched.
Our lives were rearranged.
Some among us ventured out.
Giving in to our sin: curiosity.
We turned the grasslands
into pavement and stone
And we endured pain to walk
Down in the street, surrounded
by canyons of concrete and steel.
The powerful gather now
and hoard what was once shared.
Hors d’oeuvres are served,
Placating the hunger of the omnipotent,
that is never stated;
They will keep taking from us
As long as we allow it.
Even as they wallow in wealth,
They plot to plunder riches
and destroy the world,
scraping the land
and scouring the sea.
But one day, some loner, a rebel
May emerge from the shadows,
Dark-clad, filled with inchoate rage.
He will find like-minded souls
Who use the new machinations
To topple the oligarchs,
Empty their accounts
And give them to the world.
Chaos may follow,
But out of it a new humanity
Might arise.

A memory of what humans used to be, what horrible things they became and the hope that humans might decide to live as they once had, using progress to help each other.

#shadows #humans #forest #paradise #change #greed #inequality #destruction #rebellion #equality

Saman Badam Dec 2024

Rebellion March Song

Us, we free from sordid lays,
Shift foot wayed, the ambush laid,
In kernel’s sight, rain death raid,
The thunders sung, as days rung,
In storm swung, those corpses hung,
Ruby tiefed, in fire haze,
Red the ruin, red the rage.

#rebellion #septet