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.
Myanus
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 7:35am
22nd Nov 2020 7:35am
Introducing “Myanus” Alternatively, Titled, “How to Find Out The Political Correctness of The Censors”
You think your stink ass is
an orbiting celestial planet?
You want to appear heavenly—
be all up in the ass of Jesus?
Good luck with that: He
is as dead as he ever was—
if he ever existed at all
the way he’s described
in a book written and re-
written by ignorant Jews
who did not even know
America existed—North
or South of an imaginary
border, to be colored in crayon
by psychopaths, after killing
millions of authentic Native
Americans and Mexicans—
not to mention African slaves.
...
an orbiting celestial planet?
You want to appear heavenly—
be all up in the ass of Jesus?
Good luck with that: He
is as dead as he ever was—
if he ever existed at all
the way he’s described
in a book written and re-
written by ignorant Jews
who did not even know
America existed—North
or South of an imaginary
border, to be colored in crayon
by psychopaths, after killing
millions of authentic Native
Americans and Mexicans—
not to mention African slaves.
...
#politics
#religion
#redemption
#culture
#morality
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Grae
Bryan Gray
Bryan Gray
Poem Published
13th Nov 2020 5:33am
13th Nov 2020 5:33am
a dumbing
sky ever expanding,
world ever closing in.
the meat turns.
sirius burns out.
not a wick long enough.
scales down the house lights.
eyes to dim
and the apples to rot.
'generation expiration'.
no more sunrises.
without color,
glow,
understandings.
meat putrifies
if it is all
that it can do.
world ever closing in.
the meat turns.
sirius burns out.
not a wick long enough.
scales down the house lights.
eyes to dim
and the apples to rot.
'generation expiration'.
no more sunrises.
without color,
glow,
understandings.
meat putrifies
if it is all
that it can do.
#culture
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Nov 2020 12:03pm
6th Nov 2020 12:03pm
the election
Thunder and lightning last night
I got up stood on the terrace I like the streaks of light
across the dark sky the noise of Thor´s hammer
sounds like Portland a restless night.
I love the spectacles of lightning on the sky it is dangerous
truthfully, to be hit by one flaming arrow
and made into a melting rainbow, not a bad way to go.
Then came the rain.
We have been waiting for the final result of the election
it drags on and on, much ado, but the puzzles have to fit before
order descend like drizzle upon a parched land.
I got up stood on the terrace I like the streaks of light
across the dark sky the noise of Thor´s hammer
sounds like Portland a restless night.
I love the spectacles of lightning on the sky it is dangerous
truthfully, to be hit by one flaming arrow
and made into a melting rainbow, not a bad way to go.
Then came the rain.
We have been waiting for the final result of the election
it drags on and on, much ado, but the puzzles have to fit before
order descend like drizzle upon a parched land.
#beauty
#freedom
#art #culture
#art #culture
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 2:00pm
1st Nov 2020 2:00pm
Vice Free Mostly
No sex
No alcohol
No drugs
No chocolate
Less Sugar
Some porn
Boring as fuck
Best time I can remember
No alcohol
No drugs
No chocolate
Less Sugar
Some porn
Boring as fuck
Best time I can remember
#culture
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Kementic1
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 10:27pm
25th Oct 2020 10:27pm
KAMALA
Her name is not Pamela or Cam-a-la
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#freedom
#culture
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 4:53am
21st Oct 2020 4:53am
Fringes
alone
adrift at sea
stranded in the desert
on the summit
below the surface
afloat in space
imprisoned
death lives in isolation
diversity exists
at the fringes
life lives on the edge
where dissimilars
meet that’s
where the action is
where desert merges with
grassland forest mountains canyons
sand becomes soil
where houses schools
walls fences meet nature
microclimates emerge
where springs wells streams
caves geysers...
adrift at sea
stranded in the desert
on the summit
below the surface
afloat in space
imprisoned
death lives in isolation
diversity exists
at the fringes
life lives on the edge
where dissimilars
meet that’s
where the action is
where desert merges with
grassland forest mountains canyons
sand becomes soil
where houses schools
walls fences meet nature
microclimates emerge
where springs wells streams
caves geysers...
#conflict
#death
#LifeStruggles #culture
#LifeStruggles #culture
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 7:21am
19th Oct 2020 7:21am
“Cancel Culture” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 8/7/2020
So This ... “ Cancel Culture “ ...
Now Seems To Be Structured ...
To ... RESTRICT Numbers ...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR ... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played ...
Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid ...
As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class ...
Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go ... !?!
But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE ... !!!
Where EXACTLY Were They When The ... KKK ...
Used To Murder Slaves Just Because of Their Race ... !!!
Oh, Because These Days,
Things Have REALLY Changed ...
...
Now Seems To Be Structured ...
To ... RESTRICT Numbers ...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR ... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played ...
Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid ...
As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class ...
Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go ... !?!
But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE ... !!!
Where EXACTLY Were They When The ... KKK ...
Used To Murder Slaves Just Because of Their Race ... !!!
Oh, Because These Days,
Things Have REALLY Changed ...
...
#anger
#humankind
#PowerOfWords
#culture
#manipulation
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Oct 2020 00:36am
16th Oct 2020 00:36am
merely players ..
in shakespeare's time they
would often leave the city during the plague years to perform in countryside villages further spreading the virus
would often leave the city during the plague years to perform in countryside villages further spreading the virus
#culture
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Taurek
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 4:32am
13th Oct 2020 4:32am
Cheri Grey Heirs
Clearance doesn’t
adhere to the
current
circumstances
pink with gray
jeans?
is that what’s
good right
now?
I’m speechless when
you always tell
me this
I can do these all
day into infinity
and as always, you’ll
agree with this
standard
outcome
where were you when
all this could have
mattered?
counterculture answers
in the new millennia
you want understanding
when I don’t know the
meaning of
that
the...
adhere to the
current
circumstances
pink with gray
jeans?
is that what’s
good right
now?
I’m speechless when
you always tell
me this
I can do these all
day into infinity
and as always, you’ll
agree with this
standard
outcome
where were you when
all this could have
mattered?
counterculture answers
in the new millennia
you want understanding
when I don’t know the
meaning of
that
the...
#honesty
#TimeHeals
#dialogue
#freedom
#culture
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 7:41pm
3rd Oct 2020 7:41pm
Motorcycle Journey to Coffee Collective collab by John and Dan
Motorcycle Journey to Coffee Collective
Going There by John:
The windblown scent of agave
reminds me of the half-drunk tequila bottle.
As the stars gather in the New Mexican sky, I say,
“Dan, Pegasus is high in the bowl of night.
This bodes well for a fortunate venture.
What do you say we skip town
and head south of the border?”
Our Harleys have gathered dust
for many a moon
but with some tuning are ready
for our bat out of hell ride
under the black hat night. ...
Going There by John:
The windblown scent of agave
reminds me of the half-drunk tequila bottle.
As the stars gather in the New Mexican sky, I say,
“Dan, Pegasus is high in the bowl of night.
This bodes well for a fortunate venture.
What do you say we skip town
and head south of the border?”
Our Harleys have gathered dust
for many a moon
but with some tuning are ready
for our bat out of hell ride
under the black hat night. ...
#BestFriend
#coffee
#travel #culture
#travel #culture
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Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 7:28pm
27th Sep 2020 7:28pm
Dark Hearts and Cold Eyes
Dark is the heart that beats for truth
Sometimes I buy a second hand suit, with a bit of life in it, I wander down the rich streets of London, and pretend I made it. I order an expensive pizza and a ten pound glass of wine. I go along with the great conjuring act. I'm laughing on the inside. I'm laughing at the world, for now. There will come a time when I take it too seriously again. I will forget to laugh. The world abandons those who forget to laugh.
Cold are the eyes of the Yuppie
I looked into the cold eyes of the middle class, they turned their backs on...
Sometimes I buy a second hand suit, with a bit of life in it, I wander down the rich streets of London, and pretend I made it. I order an expensive pizza and a ten pound glass of wine. I go along with the great conjuring act. I'm laughing on the inside. I'm laughing at the world, for now. There will come a time when I take it too seriously again. I will forget to laugh. The world abandons those who forget to laugh.
Cold are the eyes of the Yuppie
I looked into the cold eyes of the middle class, they turned their backs on...
#homelessness
#greed
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 11:09am
26th Sep 2020 11:09am
poetry reading in Paris
Poetry reading in Paris
Paris, six or seven years ago
I was invited to read my poems in front of an audience
At the time I wrote many pro-Palestinians poems
and I had nothing good to say about Israel.
I read my poems for a packed audience, but when I looked up,
must of them had left.
In the room there about five none Jewish people left.
The man who had invited me was a Moroccan Jew we got on well, but he had not asked me what poems I was reading.
He had disappeared with the others, and someone came to switch off the light.
Paris didn´t...
Paris, six or seven years ago
I was invited to read my poems in front of an audience
At the time I wrote many pro-Palestinians poems
and I had nothing good to say about Israel.
I read my poems for a packed audience, but when I looked up,
must of them had left.
In the room there about five none Jewish people left.
The man who had invited me was a Moroccan Jew we got on well, but he had not asked me what poems I was reading.
He had disappeared with the others, and someone came to switch off the light.
Paris didn´t...
#beauty
#consumerism
#art
#dance
#culture
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