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.
Hootwoots
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 4:27pm
10th Sep 2021 4:27pm
Flingolflam from Fatface Alley
A gritty grimy groper grabs with two hands,
Drags behind him a witch of the sands.
It’s big and bold, and full of zest.
Like the man, for he’s born of cest.
The man is Flingolflam and his friendless crew,
It’s just him,
A penny-stealin’ Jew.
Pinches your pocket flopping right out,
Twenty cents.
Enough for sauerkraut.
From the shade of a tree
And the bark of a bush;
He’ll smile at you, ask you for cush.
While he dwells in the shadow
Of Fatface Alley,
His very very smerry valley.
Eats his...
Drags behind him a witch of the sands.
It’s big and bold, and full of zest.
Like the man, for he’s born of cest.
The man is Flingolflam and his friendless crew,
It’s just him,
A penny-stealin’ Jew.
Pinches your pocket flopping right out,
Twenty cents.
Enough for sauerkraut.
From the shade of a tree
And the bark of a bush;
He’ll smile at you, ask you for cush.
While he dwells in the shadow
Of Fatface Alley,
His very very smerry valley.
Eats his...
#consumerism
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0 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 11:49am
23rd Aug 2021 11:49am
THE NEW HIVE
THE NEW HIVE
The workers spread the terrain around for about a week and a half.
Metal monsters with iron claws moved the earth. Pipes were set, pathways
made. Pieces of metal and wood were staved into the soul of the soil.
---And then the wasps came in
to form the foundation of the new hive---
Semitrucks with swirling bellies came to cum and pour their concrete
into the base of the nest. New workers would eventually arrive to complete
the next task, for the...
The workers spread the terrain around for about a week and a half.
Metal monsters with iron claws moved the earth. Pipes were set, pathways
made. Pieces of metal and wood were staved into the soul of the soil.
---And then the wasps came in
to form the foundation of the new hive---
Semitrucks with swirling bellies came to cum and pour their concrete
into the base of the nest. New workers would eventually arrive to complete
the next task, for the...
#money
#evolution
#consumerism #escape
#consumerism #escape
31 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
14th Aug 2021 9:34am
Forgettable
Fusillades of faces -
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
All the modern things.
Feet into prints – Leaving no traces.
Shred sessions, into ribbons,
Falling to the floor
and more,
Falling away -
in segments.
Quick uploads -
into dissolution
vacancies
in memory breaches.
Photographic nothing.
Like -
Cigarette burns
at the surface
of the eyes.
So unseen -
in an absence
of meaning,
meaningless.
On to the next -
thing to be forgotten,
Ill gotten
begotten
of
...
#love
#technology
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dystopian
64 reads
6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 7:16am
9th Aug 2021 7:16am
BACK INTO BLISS RETURN (9-27-2020, 8:15pm, yet another spontaneous, 420 Spa poem, Palm Springs, California)
blissful blessings
blessed bliss
submerged
soul deep
in all
this boundless
wonderment
set free
again
at blissful
last
away from
all
false sense
of blissless
life
of blissless
self
of blisslessness
away
from all
which
blinds and
masks
us all
away
from that
which much
too often
holds us
back
from ever
truly reaching
our full
potential
from ever
fulfilling
our truest
bliss
within
our
temporal...
blessed bliss
submerged
soul deep
in all
this boundless
wonderment
set free
again
at blissful
last
away from
all
false sense
of blissless
life
of blissless
self
of blisslessness
away
from all
which
blinds and
masks
us all
away
from that
which much
too often
holds us
back
from ever
truly reaching
our full
potential
from ever
fulfilling
our truest
bliss
within
our
temporal...
#politics
#consumerism
#culture
#responsibility
#risk
21 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Aug 2021 00:16am
4th Aug 2021 00:16am
Live Within Your Means
I won’t be trying to keep up with the Joneses
I don’t have that type of lusting or wanting
Nope, I won’t fall for that subliminal jonesing
That sort of spending can be very daunting
Every single day we’re bombarded with ads
Buy this, get that, it will make you feel better
Don’t have the cash for it? Then charge it!
Until you’re an insolvent near bankrupt debtor
In the meantime, those who are living the dream
Like to show how wonderful life can be
While the average mode lives beyond their means
Thinking if they have it they can...
I don’t have that type of lusting or wanting
Nope, I won’t fall for that subliminal jonesing
That sort of spending can be very daunting
Every single day we’re bombarded with ads
Buy this, get that, it will make you feel better
Don’t have the cash for it? Then charge it!
Until you’re an insolvent near bankrupt debtor
In the meantime, those who are living the dream
Like to show how wonderful life can be
While the average mode lives beyond their means
Thinking if they have it they can...
#happiness
#money
#TruthOfLife #consumerism
#TruthOfLife #consumerism
80 reads
8 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2021 9:56pm
3rd Aug 2021 9:56pm
Broken Crayons
We come into this world new and fresh out of the box
the majority of us free of disease like the chicken pox
Different colors but all the same
each with our own name
We wear down as we grow older
due to the fact that all of life's weight we have to shoulder
But, in our heart's we still color as brightly
regardless how much a broken crayon we maybe be
the majority of us free of disease like the chicken pox
Different colors but all the same
each with our own name
We wear down as we grow older
due to the fact that all of life's weight we have to shoulder
But, in our heart's we still color as brightly
regardless how much a broken crayon we maybe be
#identity
#beauty
#consumerism #culture
#consumerism #culture
167 reads
3 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
31st Jul 2021 6:46am
31st Jul 2021 6:46am
Mortgaging Paradise
Ignite the light in a sky of black
When the void surrounds us
Circumstantial disadvantages
Night lies when it speaks of hopelessness
Mercy at dawn, born a peace treaty
Life given to be laid down
From unseen riches partaking of a beggars crown
I've no words for glory but to behold
Ransom from the cradle to save my broken soul
Can I hear Your heart behind the words?
Sacred letters made to post card marketing
Timeless the cryptic writing of everlasting truth
Commercializing the consumer's Christ
Traditional conveyor...
When the void surrounds us
Circumstantial disadvantages
Night lies when it speaks of hopelessness
Mercy at dawn, born a peace treaty
Life given to be laid down
From unseen riches partaking of a beggars crown
I've no words for glory but to behold
Ransom from the cradle to save my broken soul
Can I hear Your heart behind the words?
Sacred letters made to post card marketing
Timeless the cryptic writing of everlasting truth
Commercializing the consumer's Christ
Traditional conveyor...
#Christmas
#holiday
#religion
#God
#consumerism
46 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 00:19am
27th Jul 2021 00:19am
When Profits Offset
When Profits Offset
That
aristocratically
condscending
smile
at the humiation
of those
who
ironically rely
on your humanity
says everything
they need
to know
about
their
eating
cake.
That
aristocratically
condscending
smile
at the humiation
of those
who
ironically rely
on your humanity
says everything
they need
to know
about
their
eating
cake.
#money
#consumerism
63 reads
1 Comment
GabyCamargoMiaw
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 3:00am
24th Jul 2021 3:00am
Gambling
Gamble with no fear,
It's time to embrace risk
'Cause you won't see the cash
If you don't roll the dice
Know when to call and when to fold
Be ready if you have to bluff
If you don't keep your poker face
You'll never play your ace of spades.
♠️
- Gabriela Camargo Miaw
07/21/2021
It's time to embrace risk
'Cause you won't see the cash
If you don't roll the dice
Know when to call and when to fold
Be ready if you have to bluff
If you don't keep your poker face
You'll never play your ace of spades.
♠️
- Gabriela Camargo Miaw
07/21/2021
#money
#consumerism
59 reads
4 Comments
down2dirt
Poem Published
9th Jul 2021 8:31pm
9th Jul 2021 8:31pm
Dominance
Is it Thursday? No, more like a Monday
garbage truck making it’s early rounds
laying in bed, black out curtain dark
eyes not open yet, making no sounds
world waiting for an opening
to invade my gated space
I feel it sitting, staring from the corner
waiting for a sign from my face
two days off sometimes isn’t enough
but it’s the nature of the beast
if you like a roof, walls, food
you’re gonna be the mans weekly feast
the world shifts, restless in the darkness
it senses the alarm is only minutes away
these...
garbage truck making it’s early rounds
laying in bed, black out curtain dark
eyes not open yet, making no sounds
world waiting for an opening
to invade my gated space
I feel it sitting, staring from the corner
waiting for a sign from my face
two days off sometimes isn’t enough
but it’s the nature of the beast
if you like a roof, walls, food
you’re gonna be the mans weekly feast
the world shifts, restless in the darkness
it senses the alarm is only minutes away
these...
#consumerism
40 reads
2 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 7:48pm
8th Jul 2021 7:48pm
Book Museum
Where are those square shaped short things with pages
that told stories in stages
They were made out of trees
and burned at 451 Fahrenheit degrees
In the beginning they were written by hand
until the invention of the printing press by that Gutenberg man
Now people pay money just to see um
because what they use to call a library-is now a Book Museum
that told stories in stages
They were made out of trees
and burned at 451 Fahrenheit degrees
In the beginning they were written by hand
until the invention of the printing press by that Gutenberg man
Now people pay money just to see um
because what they use to call a library-is now a Book Museum
#consumerism
#art
#culture
#responsibility
#risk
197 reads
7 Comments
The-dropout
Poem Published
25th Jun 2021 8:12pm
25th Jun 2021 8:12pm
The salesman
Someday
Someway
Somehow
Someone
Will surely find
You've been selling
Mirrors to the blind.
Someway
Somehow
Someone
Will surely find
You've been selling
Mirrors to the blind.
#mirror
#consumerism
43 reads
3 Comments
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