Poetry Poems
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Continue readingWe Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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My Brothers
by Robert William Service
While I make rhymes my brother John
Makes shiny shoes which dames try on,
And finding to their fit and stance
They buy and wear with elegance;
But mine is quite another tale,--
For song there is no sale.
My brother Tom a tailor shop
Is owner of, and ladies stop
To try the models he has planned,
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Dis Poetry
by Benjamin Zephaniah
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
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Alligator Transportation
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Alligator transportation...
Go in style crocodile...
In da swamps of New Orleans...
Or on da river called da Nile...
When your gettin’s stopped a goin’...
When you’re late for your date...
When your bees stopped a buzzin’...
She’s sick and tired you’re always late...
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My metaphor - Sanja Atanasovska, North Macedonia
by Sanja Atanasovska
My metaphor – a robber who takes hostages,
a free picnic in nature,
a tent that can be placed
between two encyclopedia covers,
a rainforest with giant lungs,
my metaphor – a pharmacy with medicines
for all possible diseases,
a simultaneous translation booth,
a noblewoman who waltzes
with even and odd numbers,
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the endless thread
by Rikske Kessner
There is always a poem waiting—
an understudy, breathless in the wings,
shadowed by today’s centre stage,
its lines trembling, yearning to be heard.
This poem, however, holds its ground.
It stands, distinct as a fingerprint,
etched with the soul of its unwritten forbears—
the lived and the whispered, but never fully spoken.
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Where poetry is
by Peter Dr Lim
Where poetry is
Where poetry is and smiles
there's vibrant life
the best of the heart
is expressed despite whatever strife
every moment we'll celebrate
all sorrows and regrets we'll set aside
embraced by beauty, love and truth
in such endless bliss we'll all abide
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The Birth of Comedy (aft. Irving Layton)
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I maybe funny to you
But I can tell you that I am a serious poet
And a good one
I joke you not
cure-alls
by Rikske Kessner
naught save the peddlers of art
where entertainment’s a la carte
and the menu card’s kind a faulty
yet here we’re reasonably comfy
so show us the justice of poetry
lost in the valley of minutes and years
it’s audience so glad to have been found
consumers shall ever-consume and
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