I am new to the writers forum HI! I write a lot, mainly philosophy since that is my major, but also much poetry...good is relative, so it may or may not be good to you...either way here is one of my poems. The Regressive No more progress we need to regress in terms of material excess for which we opress whole nations and peoples just like us holding them as slaves to what we have ingrained in our childrens minds as the best the rest need to catch up to us because they are less lesser human beings then we you see we are not the same they are weak you and me infuse oil through our veins and die of complications produced by the fruits of human labour without a care for who they are or where
This Is America- The unknown street understood by the lowliest criminal and exploited by the most savvy business man. The rolling grain hills that beget our fiendish appetite. The fuel we give to our placated future. Our once had, but which soon left. Our forever towering structure waning in the wind. New elements infused delaying freefall. Understandable passing as understood. Revolts and reverts. Undertow in the calming tide. The shining lights being our North Star. Scorning of tradition in favor of revolution. Lashing tongues at encroaching evil while doing little to suppress our own. Ever-sinking growth. Torpedoes of faith and awestruck onlookers finding the path to the end. Weaving industrial into a merriment with what is natural. Our uncontrollable and unforgiving destiny in a Petri dish. A cataclysm of times. The ordaining of cubic-spheres and the whitewash of our fabrics. Honesty being moot and mundane. Realizations and visualizations. Twist the unkempt and corner the weary. Pacify the challengers and keep at bay the truth. Amass the ranks for they will soon be depleted. Scouring the bottom for the remnants of the strong. A puzzle of shambles set in melting adhesive. An alloy of the unidentified. The wants of hope slipping. Our vices becoming our victories, upstaging preemptive moral. Fate beckons to little resistance. Hesitation due to doubtfulness. Giving way to only phases of the moon. Rigor in the face of the unforeseen. Rectify chosen idols and silence the collective. Dog your values and howl.
Hey, metaphysica, I like your poem. Like Manifest Destiny revisited. It has a great rhythm, kind of rap.
Happy Daze Glowing Rain Pour the love All over me Listen to the sound Little laughter in the room We can smile Feel the joy Smell a worn tattered pillow bear Lugged around for years Breathe it in slow Every time carried from car to home Showered in sunshine Move your hips Sound of body and mind Let your bare feet Snuggle with cool grass Walk you to your dreams Take it in slow Smile in the morning Enjoy a fresh new day Wake in a new beginning Every single day
