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.
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:04pm
Yesterday 3:04pm
the young are the future
the young are the future.
What worries me although I will not live in the future
is the young people those with little education no prospect
beginning their life as losers.
We and the police of money are to blame they were not
in our mind forgotten in the miasma of big-city poverty.
The young form bands it gives them a sense of belonging
defending their turf and knives sit loosely in the sheath.
I believe we need a political party free of class, an abomination
race and creed, a society that is all-inclusive and open for all
in short...
What worries me although I will not live in the future
is the young people those with little education no prospect
beginning their life as losers.
We and the police of money are to blame they were not
in our mind forgotten in the miasma of big-city poverty.
The young form bands it gives them a sense of belonging
defending their turf and knives sit loosely in the sheath.
I believe we need a political party free of class, an abomination
race and creed, a society that is all-inclusive and open for all
in short...
#culture
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3 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:21am
Yesterday 3:21am
Transfer
Save your breath
just stay calm,
let the day
have it's conversation,
another bow
for consideration.
Can the world
be happy and serene
with it's view
of humanity?
Abandon what influences
you, cast aside
any contentment,
let the tears fall.
Gone, are those soft
days, young, full
of life, the evening
with it's great smile,
transferred to memory.
just stay calm,
let the day
have it's conversation,
another bow
for consideration.
Can the world
be happy and serene
with it's view
of humanity?
Abandon what influences
you, cast aside
any contentment,
let the tears fall.
Gone, are those soft
days, young, full
of life, the evening
with it's great smile,
transferred to memory.
#politics
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
#risk
24 reads
4 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 9:12am
30th Jul 2020 9:12am
Sculpture
The stone shaped
by gifted hands,
formed with divine
touch,
breathing life
into the cold marble,
her form seducing
at a glance
with crafted lips
that almost smiled.
by gifted hands,
formed with divine
touch,
breathing life
into the cold marble,
her form seducing
at a glance
with crafted lips
that almost smiled.
#beauty
#art
#culture
33 reads
11 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 3:09am
30th Jul 2020 3:09am
Migrant Workers
Pain etched
on each face,
heavy loads
carried,
constant strain.
Gathering crops
in blistering sun,
weathered skin
shaded hats.
Bone, muscle,
and souls,
all tired,
back and forth
finishing.
Overwhelmed,
underpaid,
rich have more
poor become
nourished
on strong wills
and determination.
on each face,
heavy loads
carried,
constant strain.
Gathering crops
in blistering sun,
weathered skin
shaded hats.
Bone, muscle,
and souls,
all tired,
back and forth
finishing.
Overwhelmed,
underpaid,
rich have more
poor become
nourished
on strong wills
and determination.
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#inequality
#culture
#poverty
37 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 11:32pm
28th Jul 2020 11:32pm
Hibiscus Tea or Bourbon Babe
She likes Hibiscus tea
They sometimes call it sour tea
I like bourbon and too much of it
I don't need any tea to sour my disposition
Can handle that easily on my own
They say Hibiscus tea has all kinds of healing properties
High blood pressure, Cholesterol and upset stomachs
Just to name a few
I say give 4 fingers of 90 proof Four Rose's barrel strength
That will cure most of my ills and start a few others
She can keep that sour juice
Just remember
There's bourbon and trouble for me
Watercress sandwiches and that sour shit...
They sometimes call it sour tea
I like bourbon and too much of it
I don't need any tea to sour my disposition
Can handle that easily on my own
They say Hibiscus tea has all kinds of healing properties
High blood pressure, Cholesterol and upset stomachs
Just to name a few
I say give 4 fingers of 90 proof Four Rose's barrel strength
That will cure most of my ills and start a few others
She can keep that sour juice
Just remember
There's bourbon and trouble for me
Watercress sandwiches and that sour shit...
#alcohol
#culture
#tea
34 reads
6 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
28th Jul 2020 6:38pm
28th Jul 2020 6:38pm
This is the Third Bank War (Bank War III)
The first one
kicked off around
1910
Soon enough
they had to
distract and
assemble men
The second one
got them more gold
and extra stuff
I’m told
Now here we are
after all the pump
and dump philosophy
We knew we’d
eventually
have to bury
a LOT of bodies
China has theirs
blindfolded
...marching
kicked off around
1910
Soon enough
they had to
distract and
assemble men
The second one
got them more gold
and extra stuff
I’m told
Now here we are
after all the pump
and dump philosophy
We knew we’d
eventually
have to bury
a LOT of bodies
China has theirs
blindfolded
...marching
#war
#culture
31 reads
5 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
27th Jul 2020 9:15pm
Kensho in Still Life
In my experience, a painting is not made with colours and paint at all. I don’t know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere, a trifle, some detail observed, wondered about, and.. the painting itself is not on a surface, but on a plane which is imagined. It moves in a mind. It is not there physically at all. It is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.. It’s a long, long preparation for a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#freedom
#consumerism
#art
#culture
88 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 7:43pm
27th Jul 2020 7:43pm
Temporary Living
A life a'part from the burdens
of self
A ilfe a'part from burdens
of who ?
a life a'part from burdens
of death
a life a'part from the faux
relation
a life a'part weary demons
a life a'part from demon gods
a life a'part from partners
(of love)
a life a'part from lovers in
love
a life a'part from havin yr chylde
...
of self
A ilfe a'part from burdens
of who ?
a life a'part from burdens
of death
a life a'part from the faux
relation
a life a'part weary demons
a life a'part from demon gods
a life a'part from partners
(of love)
a life a'part from lovers in
love
a life a'part from havin yr chylde
...
#death
#racism
#tragedy
#culture
#tradition
29 reads
2 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2020 10:37am
22nd Jul 2020 10:37am
We came from the other side
Rugged rubies
Tundra peaks
with rustic greens
chalked images
vaporized
figures
rising
Hart has not yet come
Infinite like Yggdrasil
Sleeping tongues
speaking
at raven skies
croaked cloak
falls in riddles
Celestial
allorgies
of how
the ancients
personified each star
and how instuments
mimicking acoustics
of herds
How knowledge travels
through antlers
deerhides
hooves
Speaking
sleeping tongues
Infinite
Like...
Tundra peaks
with rustic greens
chalked images
vaporized
figures
rising
Hart has not yet come
Infinite like Yggdrasil
Sleeping tongues
speaking
at raven skies
croaked cloak
falls in riddles
Celestial
allorgies
of how
the ancients
personified each star
and how instuments
mimicking acoustics
of herds
How knowledge travels
through antlers
deerhides
hooves
Speaking
sleeping tongues
Infinite
Like...
#identity
#universe
#HumanRights #culture
#HumanRights #culture
37 reads
5 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 3:15pm
18th Jul 2020 3:15pm
COLOR LINES
it stuck in her craw,
that shit --
them actin'
as though white skin
was a ticket
to some
fancy banquet
where the livin'
was easy
and the money
flowed
and nobody
struggled
or was singled out
or shot
or arrested
and, shit,
she'd never owned
a slave,
never lynched
a soul,
didn't owe
nobody nothin'
and maybe if
they weren't so arrogant,
so goddamned demanding
'cause wasn't any
tearing up
or tearing down
going to change
anybody's
mind
that shit --
them actin'
as though white skin
was a ticket
to some
fancy banquet
where the livin'
was easy
and the money
flowed
and nobody
struggled
or was singled out
or shot
or arrested
and, shit,
she'd never owned
a slave,
never lynched
a soul,
didn't owe
nobody nothin'
and maybe if
they weren't so arrogant,
so goddamned demanding
'cause wasn't any
tearing up
or tearing down
going to change
anybody's
mind
#identity
#culture
46 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 10:58pm
7th Jul 2020 10:58pm
Antisocial Distance
Today sucked
Out of gas
It's only Tuesday
Heading over to Yoko's
Sushi is good
Little corner table
Away from everyone
Antisocial Distance
Wanna join me ?
Dirty martinis
Extra olives
Sweet whispers
Flirty fun
Wear that short skirt I love
Yeah that one
You know me
Core values
Out of gas
It's only Tuesday
Heading over to Yoko's
Sushi is good
Little corner table
Away from everyone
Antisocial Distance
Wanna join me ?
Dirty martinis
Extra olives
Sweet whispers
Flirty fun
Wear that short skirt I love
Yeah that one
You know me
Core values
#culture
94 reads
20 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 12:19pm
25th Jun 2020 12:19pm
Books, Not Vaccines Bill!
Imagine if those Indian girls and boys had been injected with knowledge, and not your filthy pharmacide
I saw my father grow up in the shadow of polio. A withered leg and childhood. Nine years in a hospital, exiled from his seven brothers and sisters, who kept his mother busy and him in isolation. I saw it made him fight, and read, and educate himself, and now we know the government programme was to https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK545991/
and here we are, back at the point of creating a demand for their well thought out supply.
Create a problem, well...
I saw my father grow up in the shadow of polio. A withered leg and childhood. Nine years in a hospital, exiled from his seven brothers and sisters, who kept his mother busy and him in isolation. I saw it made him fight, and read, and educate himself, and now we know the government programme was to https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK545991/
and here we are, back at the point of creating a demand for their well thought out supply.
Create a problem, well...
#evil
#learning
#culture
#morality
#wisdom
93 reads
13 Comments
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