American Narrative Poem by richard poor
American Narrative
i grew up with the promises
sweet, golden, yet never fulfilled
i worked the meaneal jobs for livin wages, only there wasnt much to live on, merely exist
from sad ghetto windows
hollow, burned out
i watched snow fall like jesus
renewing the earth for us to dirty
felt no reform in prison but the solitude
held the flag high if no other reason
worshipped the neon gods of night
spilled into the ragged eyes
try, buy, something new
only nothing is new
only innocence that we dirty
i saw dreamers killed
no future but the one wanted
gorged myself on the banquets of glory
lived on the crumbs of remorse
danced in the street so violent as a matador
each step as if fate held
life, death
and death was the only certainty.
Sometimes we see the dark side because we have never been to the 'darkest side of the world' - the poor countries where people die in the streets for lack of water, and children die as soon as they are born because there is no doctor nor medicine. Americans are the most forutnate people in the world, if they only knew that. That fact that you can write this poem so well means you have been gifted by God, and you 'exist' because you can - there are people who want to exist longer on earth, but cannot. Cynthia
wow! quite a poem, strong emotions wrapped in equally strong images. My favorite lines are, 'gorged myself on the banquets of glory lived on the crumbs of remorse danced in the street so violent as a matador'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:15:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brave utterances set aside for honest reflection. A well conceived thought provoking poem with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing Richard.