Poems about Consumerism
#consumerism
Poems about consumerism, the desire for individuals, and society as a whole, to consume products and services in ever-increasing quantities. Poems about consumerism includes poetry about brands and marketing, throw-away culture, packaging waste and the over-consumption and excessive production of goods.
buddhakitty
Poem Published
12th Jan 2022 12:52pm
12th Jan 2022 12:52pm
for amber waves of pain
blood in the mouths of
our cities
blood in the thoughts
of our
polictians
blood stains the hands
of lady liberty
crystal meth street
lights
8 bucks for a pack
of smokes
America has a
hard on for self
destruction and
Wall St. while
there are over a
half-a-million
homeless
across the land
Christ climbs down
from the cross
to bless capitalism
and orders take out
chop suey
the left has left us
behind
the right...
our cities
blood in the thoughts
of our
polictians
blood stains the hands
of lady liberty
crystal meth street
lights
8 bucks for a pack
of smokes
America has a
hard on for self
destruction and
Wall St. while
there are over a
half-a-million
homeless
across the land
Christ climbs down
from the cross
to bless capitalism
and orders take out
chop suey
the left has left us
behind
the right...
#politics
#freedom
#consumerism #morality
#consumerism #morality
83 reads
14 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
11th Jan 2022 8:35pm
11th Jan 2022 8:35pm
Cheap Labour
We're bringing in some cheaper labour,
You may not see it but we're doing a favour!
Please don't think we're doing you wrong,
We'll see how it goes, try keeping you on.
We need to make cuts,
Cos they're squeezing our nuts...
Margins, rather.
We're forced into this trend,
To keep our heads above water.
Like lambs to the slaughter -
We'll TRY and support ya!
We'll keep you right here,
Under our thumb,
Feeling glum,
With the prospect of none!
With less in your pocket,
You can always do docket.
It...
You may not see it but we're doing a favour!
Please don't think we're doing you wrong,
We'll see how it goes, try keeping you on.
We need to make cuts,
Cos they're squeezing our nuts...
Margins, rather.
We're forced into this trend,
To keep our heads above water.
Like lambs to the slaughter -
We'll TRY and support ya!
We'll keep you right here,
Under our thumb,
Feeling glum,
With the prospect of none!
With less in your pocket,
You can always do docket.
It...
#money
#consumerism
90 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 2:38am
31st Dec 2021 2:38am
Radford Reserve
I’m obsessing over a
terrible person
I’m in Studio Center looking
for moral support
I’m at the mall buying
something that will
make me happy
I’ll always wish I didn’t
let you slip through
my greedy fingers
eclipses in the heart
epileptic shock
things talked about in
the dark
soothing words weren’t
needed now
there was something
growing somewhere
else
as I massage your
tattooed hand
you caress my cheek and
I feel nothing ...
terrible person
I’m in Studio Center looking
for moral support
I’m at the mall buying
something that will
make me happy
I’ll always wish I didn’t
let you slip through
my greedy fingers
eclipses in the heart
epileptic shock
things talked about in
the dark
soothing words weren’t
needed now
there was something
growing somewhere
else
as I massage your
tattooed hand
you caress my cheek and
I feel nothing ...
#aging
#consumerism
#greed
#pandemic
#horror
107 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 11:20am
22nd Dec 2021 11:20am
the visit
The visit
My mother and went to visit her uncle and his family
they lived in the outskirt of the town what we thought of as posh
we took the bus.
Mother’s uncle was a foreman at an abattoir, therefore middle-class
in his wife’s eye.
When he came home from work his family, had two children
They had dinner in the kitchen, we sat in the living room
mother was given a cup of coffee I got a glass of milk.
When dinner was over her uncle came into the living room
I thought his hands were dripping with blood,
I think he gave her some money...
My mother and went to visit her uncle and his family
they lived in the outskirt of the town what we thought of as posh
we took the bus.
Mother’s uncle was a foreman at an abattoir, therefore middle-class
in his wife’s eye.
When he came home from work his family, had two children
They had dinner in the kitchen, we sat in the living room
mother was given a cup of coffee I got a glass of milk.
When dinner was over her uncle came into the living room
I thought his hands were dripping with blood,
I think he gave her some money...
#identity
#freedom
#consumerism #culture
#consumerism #culture
37 reads
1 Comment
badmalthus
Harry Rout
Harry Rout
Poem Published
15th Dec 2021 2:30am
15th Dec 2021 2:30am
Holy Night
credit cards
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel
‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel
‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone
#Christmas
#consumerism
177 reads
Wired6
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 11:10pm
25th Nov 2021 11:10pm
P.L.A.T.E
One day I ate a porcelain plate.
I endeavoured 2 eat it all.
Within a matter of minutes.
The porcelain plate swallowed me whole.
©Wired6. 6/09/2021
I endeavoured 2 eat it all.
Within a matter of minutes.
The porcelain plate swallowed me whole.
©Wired6. 6/09/2021
#oppression
#power
#evolution
#consumerism
#inequality
90 reads
1 Comment
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2021 9:59am
22nd Nov 2021 9:59am
They Said Sobriety Would Fix Me
My shallow vanity has collapsed
Under the weight of all I've done.
I lie awake at night still
Reminiscing until the rising sun.
I wish to revisit my innocence
Just feel some things twice,
But the hole in my heart reminds me
With a tone cold as ice.
My body aches with longing,
And his scent no longer lingers.
I'm floating in a dissociative state
Making shadows with my fingers.
I feel blank and empty
So alone when I clock out for the day.
A work week full of grab and go smiles
Before I go my...
Under the weight of all I've done.
I lie awake at night still
Reminiscing until the rising sun.
I wish to revisit my innocence
Just feel some things twice,
But the hole in my heart reminds me
With a tone cold as ice.
My body aches with longing,
And his scent no longer lingers.
I'm floating in a dissociative state
Making shadows with my fingers.
I feel blank and empty
So alone when I clock out for the day.
A work week full of grab and go smiles
Before I go my...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#addiction
#consumerism
165 reads
5 Comments
BlackBoxPublicatio
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 4:49am
21st Nov 2021 4:49am
Climate Crisis
How did we get to climate crisis?
Were we the accomplices of policies that fueled greenhouse gasses?
In classes past they called it global warming.
Al Gore gave the warning but they said he was just too boring.
Global warming didn’t exist.
Major CEOs wanted profit so they saw fit to ignore the signs.
Now the working class has to has to pick up the dime that others cash in on.
Gone are the ones who made their millions on polluting the ocean.
My footprint is present, but it’s a drop in the bucket of guilty emissions.
Those who were in the position to...
Were we the accomplices of policies that fueled greenhouse gasses?
In classes past they called it global warming.
Al Gore gave the warning but they said he was just too boring.
Global warming didn’t exist.
Major CEOs wanted profit so they saw fit to ignore the signs.
Now the working class has to has to pick up the dime that others cash in on.
Gone are the ones who made their millions on polluting the ocean.
My footprint is present, but it’s a drop in the bucket of guilty emissions.
Those who were in the position to...
#identity
#CallToAction
#consumerism
#morality
#responsibility
80 reads
0 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 5:37pm
16th Oct 2021 5:37pm
Credit cards need love too
does it ever bother you that I'm insane
like there's something wrong inside my brain
it's just gotta be a drain
one moment I'm frozen tundra
the next, we're burning in fun-duh
how amazing you've lasted a week
first I'm meek
then I'm sleek
all the while I freak
maybe you just like my cheeks
have you ever just loved my cranium
I have more in my head than geraniums
there's deeper meaning than the gymnasium
let me show you with my uranium
but first take me shopping to the emporium
like there's something wrong inside my brain
it's just gotta be a drain
one moment I'm frozen tundra
the next, we're burning in fun-duh
how amazing you've lasted a week
first I'm meek
then I'm sleek
all the while I freak
maybe you just like my cheeks
have you ever just loved my cranium
I have more in my head than geraniums
there's deeper meaning than the gymnasium
let me show you with my uranium
but first take me shopping to the emporium
#love
#funny
#MentalHealth #consumerism
#MentalHealth #consumerism
88 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 10:28pm
15th Oct 2021 10:28pm
fun at the house
The fun at a house of ill repute
I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers
love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers
and that is apt as it is
not a place for romance, red roses and chrysanthemums.
I have had much fun at these places, not only the sex part
but also, the laughter and dancing.
The women liked a sailor and the possibility of further romance.
I know of seamen who married former prostitutes and
their marriages have normally been happy ones.
Time has changed, the women are victims of...
I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers
love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers
and that is apt as it is
not a place for romance, red roses and chrysanthemums.
I have had much fun at these places, not only the sex part
but also, the laughter and dancing.
The women liked a sailor and the possibility of further romance.
I know of seamen who married former prostitutes and
their marriages have normally been happy ones.
Time has changed, the women are victims of...
#beauty
#politics
#music
#consumerism
#morality
43 reads
0 Comments
A_Conduit
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 11:06am
14th Oct 2021 11:06am
Everyone's the same
Just a bunch of vacuous nonces
Lacking in any substance or meaning
Merely looking for the next hit
Cum here, cum there
Cum to fucking anything
No worth beyond lust
Just meat to be consumed
Exactly as you were supposed to be
Brain dead and twitching
Little more than stain
Aborting your humanity daily
Anything for your liberation
Forever held in your vices
Fucking disgusting
Lacking in any substance or meaning
Merely looking for the next hit
Cum here, cum there
Cum to fucking anything
No worth beyond lust
Just meat to be consumed
Exactly as you were supposed to be
Brain dead and twitching
Little more than stain
Aborting your humanity daily
Anything for your liberation
Forever held in your vices
Fucking disgusting
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#consumerism
#disappointment
91 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 2:24am
30th Sep 2021 2:24am
Mon Sep 27 7:42 PM
Breast foundation
big titty supremacy
market watch
save somewhere
trying not to belch in
the face of laughter
I was a saint
lude juggernauts
bellowing freely
in the year of our
overlords
and the time of eager
compliance
and the cherry rotting over
the molding chocolate
milkshake in the middle of
the food court of an
abandoned mall
I’ve been here for the
duration, and I’ll be
here after that
and someone in time...
big titty supremacy
market watch
save somewhere
trying not to belch in
the face of laughter
I was a saint
lude juggernauts
bellowing freely
in the year of our
overlords
and the time of eager
compliance
and the cherry rotting over
the molding chocolate
milkshake in the middle of
the food court of an
abandoned mall
I’ve been here for the
duration, and I’ll be
here after that
and someone in time...
#lust
#corruption
#funny
#freedom
#consumerism
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1 Comment
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