Current Events Poems - Page 3
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41. We Are One
Poem About Coming Together As One NationFloating blue planet
someday
we will
learn
to be together
when we come
above
ideas of nation
we will move
to the rhythm of eternity
if we look out
To the
delicious colors
of the earth
the water
becomes clearer
invisible blue
the ground cleaner
pale and dry
the sun brighter
the light echoes
in every heart
Every heart
becomes
one nation
we
become
one nation
despite
the differences
in the world
We are
together
as one
in the
nation
the trees
parks
benches
and people
deep inside
the people
there
is
kindness
that develops
into a nation
we will
learn
to be together
as a nation
without borders -
42. One Day
Giving Hope During COVID-19One day I will be back,
And we'll be smiling face to face.
The worries of the last few weeks
Will be gone and all erased.
See, I've been dreaming of this moment
For quite a while now,
Thinking what we will get up to
Without a frown upon our brow.
I may be a little older,
Gained some wrinkles and some pounds,
But I'm still the same old me
That you liked to have around.
We'll maybe take this moment
To appreciate what we have.
Give light to all the darker moments
Yet to cross our path.
For now, we must all toe the line
And do as we are asked
So we can meet again some day
And all enjoy a laugh.
I promise there will be sunshine
And brighter days to come,
But for now, all I ask of you
Is for you to stay home. -
43. Goodbye Stars
Losing Famous People In 2016We loved you all.
Now you've had your call.
We saw you smile,
And all the while
You were living a dream.
Life in the movies, on the telly,
Is not what it seems.
We loved you all.
Now you've had your call.
You gave us music, laughter,
A story on the screen.
It was all worthwhile.
We loved you all.
Now you've had your call.
May you dance and sing and tell
A story up there,
And we will share
All you gave,
So here's a wave.
We loved you all.
Goodbye to all the actors, singers, and musicians who passed away this year.
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44. 9/11/2001
Looking Back On 9/11When foreign people search the world
to find a place to live,
so many choose America.
We have so much to give.
Then terrorism viewed the world
and sadly they would choose
our own beloved America.
We have so much to lose.
When terror struck, our world stood still.
We watched our comrades fall.
With heavy hearts and steadfast thoughts,
our servants took the call.
We watched in helpless horror
while terrorism slept.
With swollen eyes and broken dreams,
we went to bed and wept.
Our eagle flies above us now.
His talons are unfurled.
His wrath has been both swift and just
and felt throughout the world.
The "Giant" is awake once more
and once again we see,
in light of all that we've been through,
our freedom is not free!
God Bless America! -
45. Our Queen
70-Year Reign Of Queen ElizabethOur wonderful Queen gave up her life
To serve her country whilst a mother and wife.
A 70-year reign of love and dedication.
Steadfast to the end, serving her nation,
Followed and adored from near and afar.
A beacon of light and a bright shining star,
With her family around her and grandchildren too.
Rest in peace, your Majesty.
We will miss you! -
46. Coronavirus
The Deadly Virus Of 2020Coughs, colds, viruses and flu,
Bugs everywhere for me and you.
To catch us out in wind and rain,
Illness is here once again.
Sniffin' and sneezin', hankies at hand,
But then Coronavirus came to our land.
It infected the old, young, woman and man.
Its centre was a place called Wuhan.
It came from animals it was said.
By early February 2020, 700 were dead.
"Try not to panic, it's not a pandemic,"
But other countries got it,
Whilst others were quarantined on a cruise ship.
Brits left China in great haste
And were tested for the virus before making their way,
To the ends of the earth, mankind has been won,
Still we don't know how far it has gone...?
We've conquered space travel, built vast cities,
Internet and missiles, yet it's a pity
That we cannot cure the common cold
And the Coronavirus that's invaded our world.
We cannot cure the dying and sick
With pills or a needle's sharp prick.
We can only isolate victims and hope it will go.
Just another problem, another cruel blow. -
47. Icon
Poem About Michael JacksonYou taught me the ABC's and my 123's. Your musical genius will go down in history.
Your nickname was the King of Pop. You Never Stopped Until You Got Enough.
People of all ages learned to Rock With You, Billie Jean wasn't your lover and you Beat It too.
Your music was Black or White, Thrilling was your game. Now that you're not here the world will never be the same.
No matter when life had me down and I'd run away not wanting to be found I took your advice and always looked at The Man In The Mirror and then I'd be alright. I knew I was Not Alone. I held my head high and remained to be strong.
Your words stressed peace and you sang We Are the World with your lyrics you tried to Heal the World.
I Remember the Time I first fell in love, and I wanted to Be Starting Something with the Lady In My Life. Through it all I made sure the Girl Was Mine.
In my dreams I would Scream and I'd do the moonwalk across my kitchen floor, all the way to the hallway corridor.
Other acts will try to imitate you and their performances aren't that Bad but they don't have the charisma you had.
Michael Jackson will go down in history as a musical trend setter and in my opinion no one will ever be better.
Thank You MichaelLatest Shared StoryMichael Jackson saved my life when things starting falling apart for me. I believed in him and his music. His words of love and peace in each song he wrote and performed. When things got ugly...
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48. Pandemic
Anxiety Poem Over The Covid CrisisCovid-nineteen
spreading like wildfire.
No more public gatherings,
close the borders,
fiscal stimulus packages,
stock market panic,
the media frenzy,
emotions running high --
we should have acted sooner.
Frivolous jokes
in the shadow
of a looming catastrophe:
Toilet Roll Man will save the day.
The daily figures:
Overall cases
Active cases
Mild cases
Serious cases
Critical cases
Deaths.
The mortality rate
has risen to
three point nine percent.
No end in sight.
This is the first wave
of the pandemic.
Will there be
a deadlier second wave?
A third?
Will my family
and loved ones survive?
The contagion
is our enemy,
invisible, insidious.
Quarantine,
ghost cities,
social distancing,
isolation rooms.
Where will we be
by the end
of twenty twenty?Latest Shared StoryI was touched by the poem as we helplessly watch thousands of the world inhabitants being sent to early graves by the deadly COVID-19. In spite of the movement restrictions and quarantine...
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49. Never Ending Fight
Poem About The Conflict In GazaPlanes coming in at night.
Tanks coming in at dawn.
Dreams attacking us in our sleep.
You can see that shadow creep.
Everywhere you go you are forced to find cover.
You just hear those rockets hover.
Everywhere you look you see pieces of bodies on the floor.
The sad thing is that we don't even get a chance to open that new door.
You see kids watching their parents die.
It's so sad that we are left with dry tears.
Tears are not the thing to show how sad we are.
The hearts are deeply crying of this deep sadness.
The problem is that this was our territory first.
Only Allah can feel how badly we're hurt.
All Gaza could do is just wait.
For in the end our message will be sent. -
50. Daddy Broke Her
There she lay in a room so low
Only in that room, little did she know
She saw no sunlight, she saw no snow
No place to explore no place to go
Never seen the beautiful Sandela
Nowhere could she try to escape
Hands tied, and mouth closed with tape
She faces abuse she faces rape
The beautiful Gabriella
It's no way kind, it's no way lovely
Dose he do it shameful, or proudly?
Assume being cursed by your family
Its all wrong, it can't be done rightly
She wants to see Sandela
Four grey walls, she had seen no other
He must be evil, he is her father
Never had a friend or a lover
Always the same Gabriella
In no means did she feel content
She could not try to win an argument
Getting caught he tried to prevent
While her life was out for rent
Stuck under the Sandela
Wishing that one-day this torture would end
And that in this dump no more time she would spend
She would love to experience having a friend
Not the lonely Gabriella
How could she be gone for such a long time?
Her room her body, dirt and grime
The police did not search, this is a crime
Surrounded everywhere with filth and slime
Waiting for Sir Acapella
He was so dashing he was so fit
If she called to the policeman, she would get hit
As she heard his voice she did not worry a bit
Dreams were coming true for Gabriella
She really had no other choice
But to call someone save me at the top of her voice
Knees knocking and forehead moist
Finally, at last, it is her time to rejoice
She saw Sir Acapella
He looked at her surprised, up and down
Turned to her father and gave him a frown
Said: Maim you are now able to explore the town
The individual Gabriella
She thought is this all that happens to me?
This is not really being free
She still lived her life in misery
She lived feeling nothing but envy
Of the people in Sandela
That girl had no reason to live
She could never be joyful or festive
After her past she will never forgive
Daddy broke Gabriella
The Josef Fritzl thing was absolutely horrible. -
51. Darfur
The colors of their faces,
The tears that they shed.
The writing on the walls,
Their parents nearly dead.
They sleep with their eyes open,
They cry with their eyes closed.
They pray without god's presence,
And without a soul to hold.
Who will cover their wounded faces, so that their young-ones won't be afraid?
Who will notice the children's' shattering faces, when they stand near their parent's unmarked grave?
God's presence is nowhere, so the children don't believe.
THEY LISTEN TO EACH OTHER'S STORIES OF WOUNDED SOULS AND GREAVE.
They speak, in a low voice, as though their spirit was drained away.
A piece of their heart is missing,
It's rotting out there to decay.
They step out into the light,
To see the tyranny of their acts.
They notice each other's fright,
Now their just a fact.
[400,000 dead.]
[2 million forced to leave their homes.]
They are left with no words, only the horrors of their past.
The slaughter, the rape, the torture.
That the Sudanese government had cast.
It is written upon their faces,
Through scars and through tears.
Now all the genocide cases,
Won't compare to this modern year's.
They walk upon the Darfur ground.
To visit their once-upon- a-time homes.
To search for a quiver, to search for a sound.
To look upon the distance.
To search for the bodies never found...
They will never forget.
They can forgive.
But the people who have died.
Will never relive.
So that questions their motives.
And what they want to do,
To try and be peaceful.
Or to become one of the few...
To rise against the many.
And to do the same.
To take the life of any.
To start a new game.
But they don't need to kill.
They only want to be free.
To make life still.
To make them want to see.
But {they} are just tyrants of war and of politics.
That set people apart.
Just by their statistics.
The little girl can't find her mother.
And the young boy has no brother.
But now they can unite.
To join
And to fight.
To rise.
So that they can fall.
Once again.
Once and for all.
Latest Shared StoryWhen ever I think of such crisis that covers Africa I couldn't save my face from getting choked, my eyes from precipitating, my shirt from getting wetted. All I do is pray to God to restore...
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52. Reflections Of A Third World Child
Child Living In AfricaIt's so hard living in a third world country
That even if I somehow happened to win a lottery,
I'll still be living in a poverty that assaults my country.
It's an irony that a land filled with milk and honey,
Still cries "no money",
With it's leaders becoming millionaires every second,
And the people, poorer every minute,
Thus making the leaders billionaires every hour,
And the people paupers every day.
A nation that sighs and cries for debt relief,
Deceiving the world to believe in it's grief,
But in reality, the leaders are living in luxury,
Embezzling without thinking of me -,
A poor, poor child with no hopes of being who I want to be.
It's so hard living in a third world country
That even if I somehow happened to win a lottery,
I'll still be living in a poverty that assaults my country -
53. Columbine In Fear
Poem About Columbine School ShootingPlease don't slip away,
Please don't die this way,
Just hold my hand,
And breathe in deep,
Today is the day to weep.
Their eyes are bloodshot,
The pain isn't going away,
Gunshots and screams,
Are coming down this way.
Fear is in their eyes,
Something they can't hide,
Crying while they hide,
Hoping to spare their lives.
As bullets are flying,
Parents are crying,
People are dying
While running for their lives.Latest Shared StoryHi. I liked it. I just recently wrote a poem on Columbine as well. I found this site from your poem and decided to join thanks to you.
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54. Portrait Of A Politician
A canker
Who cankers the very wood
Wherein he stays.
A climber
Who sucks
The marrow of those
Who nursed and nourished him
With pills and potions of power.
A snake
Who stings and bites
Those
Who managed milk for him.
Makes promises
Which
Never means to fulfill
Wears smiles
Which
Emerge not from the heart
Preaches precepts
Which
Flouts with impunity
Propounds principles
Which
Violates with a vengeance.
Swears by poverty
But shuns the poor
Castigates riches
But sheathes the rich
Declares war on corruption
But shields the corrupt
Loudly advises frugality
But rolls in regality.
A living and licentious example
Not
Of service-above-self
But
Service-unto-self. -
55. First Lady Michelle
She is a mother
She is a scholar
She has the style that made Barack want to holla'
She is the full package
Complete with poise, class
She carries no extra baggage
Like Africa, she is the mother of our future
Malia and Sasha
Beautiful children with names that suit you.
You see,
Mrs. Obama is not just a name
It's a way of life
She has to run her home, her state and be the President's wife.
Madame Michelle, to you I give honor
And I look forward to the day that we can sit, I ponder
The thought of being in your presence,
Amongst such greatness.
I look forward to meeting
The First African-American
President, Mrs.
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56. Our World Today
Help Save The WorldThe world is losing it's trees today,
Do you think that's OK?
Fights, Arguments and civil wars.
Pollution caused by our own cars.
A hundred trees are cut in one day,
Just to make paper which is wasted away,
Although it's a government job
We couldn't bear to hear a child's sob.
We could donate money to the needy,
Plant seed so the world would be less weedy.
Stand up for them and not just sit
It shows that even we can do our bit.
So my message to everyone,
Be as helpful as the sun.
Show people that you too,
Can help people who need you!!!! -
57. Dead Zones
Oil Spill in The Gulf of MexicoHere we go again with another severed vein
You keep cutting them again and again
Where in the world does this cut lead
Like any fluid that pours - it lets the earth bleed
Call the experts in and try to stop the flow
Just how to stop it, you don't know
This is what comes from your greed
Generations to suffer - yes indeed
Contamination - minus oxygenation
Equal dead zones with no explanation
To future generations -
Need to let the earth's veins alone today
Your greed isn't worth the price we all pay -
58. America the Beautiful
Poem About AmericaAmerica the Beautiful is that what we say?
America the Beautiful of 2008, we have shamed our country with war and hate. Loss of life from war to guns how can we be number one?
We say we love but we truly hate. Colors of skin are what keep us apart, but its wrong it's troubling it upsetting our hearts.
We should love one another stick together like a brother that is what Americans do that represent our grand old flag of the red white and blue.
Many people have died for the sake of the cost. What will it take for Americans to see that we live and die to set men free?
The American Flag symbolizes freedom. It is symbolic of all things true. That flag that we love represents me and you.
We are americans the brave the proud and the free! So why in the name of God do we hate our liberty? The stripes, the stars the colors so true we are America the red white and blue.
April 24, 2008
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