Poetry about Donald Trump
Donald Trump, yes our 45th presidentComing down here at FIU to speak his peaceLike no editor-in chiefOh, I can’t believe itThis can’t be
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.
The world watches as numbers trickle in. Each state lights up in hues of red or blue.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
Bullied, hurting. It's part of a lifetime phase. Pain, suffering. We all hurt on the inside but never express it. Love, joy.
I search for the truth, meaning and a higher power, but I get lost in time, the seconds, minutes and the hours, this is life, it’s bitter
I am the suffragette who told Black women to march at the back Even though their cause was mine
I'm a Republican and what I'm saying is true; Voting for Donald Trump to be the U.S. President was what I would do.
Actress and liberal activist, Alyssa Milano, sucks and I'll tell you why;
Us mexican will always find a way and we are not the ones that need america