Poems about Culture
#culture
Poems about culture, here you'll find poetry about the cultural behaviour, ideas and customs of human societies. Anthropology poems about phenomena transmitted through social learning in human societies. Poems about culture; the beliefs, language and values of particular social, ethnic or age groups.
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 1:37am
18th Jun 2019 1:37am
Fernweh
We have not forgotten"
Our promised return—
eternal recurrence: fernweh
this longed-for place;
gravitational deliverance
within each Soul's desire
Spiritual evolution spiraling
through lifetimes, emerging
true colors arising
from an infinite storm of beauty—
Empathy, Compassion, Joy
worldly respect, elemental care:
Earth, Water, Fire, Air—
transcendent interconnectedness
attaining balance:
sacrosanct reverence
helixed homing device ...
Our promised return—
eternal recurrence: fernweh
this longed-for place;
gravitational deliverance
within each Soul's desire
Spiritual evolution spiraling
through lifetimes, emerging
true colors arising
from an infinite storm of beauty—
Empathy, Compassion, Joy
worldly respect, elemental care:
Earth, Water, Fire, Air—
transcendent interconnectedness
attaining balance:
sacrosanct reverence
helixed homing device ...
#universe
#rainbow
#spiritual
#culture
#wisdom
86 reads
8 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 4:57pm
13th Jun 2019 4:57pm
Incredible Me
Incredible admirable intellectual me
Read my incomprehensible poetry
A narcissistic masturbation creation
My poems beg analysis and interpretation
Product of my superior intellectual brain
'Guess what I'm thinking,' is my game
Never mind that my harangue
Is depressing, boring and bland
You Philistines are so lucky to read
Something from someone as special as me
Read my incomprehensible poetry
A narcissistic masturbation creation
My poems beg analysis and interpretation
Product of my superior intellectual brain
'Guess what I'm thinking,' is my game
Never mind that my harangue
Is depressing, boring and bland
You Philistines are so lucky to read
Something from someone as special as me
#LifeAsAWriter
#culture
59 reads
12 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
happy family stories
Happy family stories
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
#depression
#narrative
#LifeCycle #culture
#LifeCycle #culture
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3 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 11:46am
2nd Jun 2019 11:46am
Martyr
I've watched you
tear yourself in pieces
A Peace of mind
is always out of reach
But if you had just a...
A piece of mine
It would exterminate hate
Upon yourself,
lift you up,
And carry the weight a smarter way
You wanted to outsmart the class
But GPA is a measure of obidence
not intellect
All you did...
was set yourself on fire
to keep others warm.
And avoid building yourself a stronger foundation.
You tried to argue with statues
So poised and ready to attack
Preaching to hate...
tear yourself in pieces
A Peace of mind
is always out of reach
But if you had just a...
A piece of mine
It would exterminate hate
Upon yourself,
lift you up,
And carry the weight a smarter way
You wanted to outsmart the class
But GPA is a measure of obidence
not intellect
All you did...
was set yourself on fire
to keep others warm.
And avoid building yourself a stronger foundation.
You tried to argue with statues
So poised and ready to attack
Preaching to hate...
#identity
#politics
#culture
#responsibility
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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1 Comment
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 10:54am
2nd Jun 2019 10:54am
Societal (In)Justice - (V) Moving On
The alleged crime, now confessed
apologized for, begrudgingly forgiven
in dual courts of public opinion and private blogs
You are free to go, you are declared irrelevant
Gather your trampled reputation and leave
It is impossible to erase the indelible stain
seemingly forever attached to your name
Yet the need to move on doesn’t change
apologized for, begrudgingly forgiven
in dual courts of public opinion and private blogs
You are free to go, you are declared irrelevant
Gather your trampled reputation and leave
It is impossible to erase the indelible stain
seemingly forever attached to your name
Yet the need to move on doesn’t change
#humankind
#culture
#morality
53 reads
3 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 2:21am
2nd Jun 2019 2:21am
Societal (In)Justice - (I) Rumor
It’s just idle chat between pals
Meaningless words, no big deal
A lighthearted moment
Silly, harmless fun, right?
Action etched in time
Impossible to unsay what was said
Can’t undo what was done
Spoken words do murder on repeat
The victim remains in agony, alive
Face corpse white, then asphyxiated red
You have no clue what you’ve done,
But you would soon enough, I fear
Meaningless words, no big deal
A lighthearted moment
Silly, harmless fun, right?
Action etched in time
Impossible to unsay what was said
Can’t undo what was done
Spoken words do murder on repeat
The victim remains in agony, alive
Face corpse white, then asphyxiated red
You have no clue what you’ve done,
But you would soon enough, I fear
#PopCulture
#culture
#morality
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3 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 00:46am
1st Jun 2019 00:46am
Societal (In)Justice - (II) Outrage
How dare you? You’ve no right!
So triggered right now, need safe space!
The virtual crowds cry for cancellation
Such a precious 2019 concept
One single moment, one tiny mistake
All who worshiped and adored you
Their love songs are now funeral dirges
We demand our apology - we are owed
There is no chance of return
So triggered right now, need safe space!
The virtual crowds cry for cancellation
Such a precious 2019 concept
One single moment, one tiny mistake
All who worshiped and adored you
Their love songs are now funeral dirges
We demand our apology - we are owed
There is no chance of return
#humankind
#culture
#morality
62 reads
3 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
28th May 2019 11:31pm
28th May 2019 11:31pm
Banana Skin
I’ve missed out on half my
identity. By the time
I grew up; the past turned, angels left land to fly high
Too late to meet the branches
of the tree that made me
I pray, God only knows the fate of my paternity
I suppose at some time
I’m gonna have to learn
That I’m more than just a girl you call up to burn.
When I’ve grown up in a
shell to protect me from yelling;
who am I once I shed that, is there anything left?
Chorus//
And we’re going down and we’re going down
Memory lane to find clues
You...
identity. By the time
I grew up; the past turned, angels left land to fly high
Too late to meet the branches
of the tree that made me
I pray, God only knows the fate of my paternity
I suppose at some time
I’m gonna have to learn
That I’m more than just a girl you call up to burn.
When I’ve grown up in a
shell to protect me from yelling;
who am I once I shed that, is there anything left?
Chorus//
And we’re going down and we’re going down
Memory lane to find clues
You...
#childhood
#identity
#confusion
#acceptance
#culture
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
27th May 2019 8:40am
27th May 2019 8:40am
poetry critic
Critical of a poem
I never express a critic of a poem, because I don’t know
what the poet was thinking of when he/she wrote it.
No one, to my knowledge, sets out to write a bad poem.
Therefore a poem written and published is a good one
even if the penmanship might be a bit shaky.
I do not care so much about spelling I can correct it
in my head, the only thing that angers me is if
the poem is dishonest in its intention, but I let this
pass, since I might be mistaken and it may be something
unresolved in me I have reacted to,
I never express a critic of a poem, because I don’t know
what the poet was thinking of when he/she wrote it.
No one, to my knowledge, sets out to write a bad poem.
Therefore a poem written and published is a good one
even if the penmanship might be a bit shaky.
I do not care so much about spelling I can correct it
in my head, the only thing that angers me is if
the poem is dishonest in its intention, but I let this
pass, since I might be mistaken and it may be something
unresolved in me I have reacted to,
#identity
#art
#culture #morality
#culture #morality
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2 Comments
inechoingsilence
Bumped 21st May 2019 4:23am
25th Apr 2019 3:12am
25th Apr 2019 3:12am
More than DNA
Where I come from is no easy question
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry
I was born in the land of the free
Yet my soul is old, from foreign lands
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet
My bluntness borders on breathtaking
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka
I come from generations of stiff-necked people
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death
My race is my religion, I bow before no man
Poets, painters,...
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry
I was born in the land of the free
Yet my soul is old, from foreign lands
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet
My bluntness borders on breathtaking
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka
I come from generations of stiff-necked people
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death
My race is my religion, I bow before no man
Poets, painters,...
#family
#culture
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0 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
17th May 2019 6:12pm
17th May 2019 6:12pm
Storm in a teacup
The soothsayer has his runes
Cast them at the darkest moon
The fortune teller has the orb, its secrets cloud
Coins of silver for fortunes coming good and bad
The stars that will fortell our lives
Astrology its truth our birthday dates and times
But all that granny had was tea
In porcelain and earthenware repositeries
Cups and scaucers chipped and worn
The brew would steep till it was poured
A steaming brew with strenght to stain the teeth
When drunk, just left a reminance of leaves
To devine and see what lies
The...
Cast them at the darkest moon
The fortune teller has the orb, its secrets cloud
Coins of silver for fortunes coming good and bad
The stars that will fortell our lives
Astrology its truth our birthday dates and times
But all that granny had was tea
In porcelain and earthenware repositeries
Cups and scaucers chipped and worn
The brew would steep till it was poured
A steaming brew with strenght to stain the teeth
When drunk, just left a reminance of leaves
To devine and see what lies
The...
#astrology
#culture
#tradition
45 reads
2 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
15th May 2019 10:49pm
15th May 2019 10:49pm
The World is Full of Hipsters
The world is full of hipsters,
And I’m becoming one of them,
So self-aware that I’m aware
Of how I’m self-aware;
Using the same word twice ain’t rhyming,
But I am too hipster to care.
As the upper middle class expands,
So does Am. Apparel in square feet.
I’m only comfortable in Hipsterville,
That one café-lined street.
I often mention the bad neighborhood
That ups my cred by being beside
When I meet my friends at Starbucks,
Setting my Macbook Pro aside.
I even know that I am using
Some examples which are stale; ...
And I’m becoming one of them,
So self-aware that I’m aware
Of how I’m self-aware;
Using the same word twice ain’t rhyming,
But I am too hipster to care.
As the upper middle class expands,
So does Am. Apparel in square feet.
I’m only comfortable in Hipsterville,
That one café-lined street.
I often mention the bad neighborhood
That ups my cred by being beside
When I meet my friends at Starbucks,
Setting my Macbook Pro aside.
I even know that I am using
Some examples which are stale; ...
#PopCulture
#consumerism
#culture
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6 Comments
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