Poems about Culture
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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.
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Poem Published
Today 7:01am
Today 7:01am
Anything But Spring
seasons blur
mingled together
by the scattering of islands adrift
in providence
"providence, he spat the word like some curse"
life has shown you get what you get
all that karma shit is malarkey,
wonder what all the children getting bashed and raped
did wrong to the universe heh"
we all need a little perspective sometimes
blunt perspective
in the shape of a jug cord
or steel toed boot
he makes sense
or was it just rationalization of whiskey
beer and brutality......
...
mingled together
by the scattering of islands adrift
in providence
"providence, he spat the word like some curse"
life has shown you get what you get
all that karma shit is malarkey,
wonder what all the children getting bashed and raped
did wrong to the universe heh"
we all need a little perspective sometimes
blunt perspective
in the shape of a jug cord
or steel toed boot
he makes sense
or was it just rationalization of whiskey
beer and brutality......
...
#anger
#alcohol
#culture
19 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:53pm
Yesterday 11:53pm
possibly an old russian émigré ..
bloke in the café
asks for caviar.
he hasn't been here before
to be fair ..
asks for caviar.
he hasn't been here before
to be fair ..
#food
#culture
20 reads
11 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 1:43pm
29th Sep 2019 1:43pm
Vanishing
( a Sonnet )
A life, with its veneer of tears and pain
That shimmer from a season’s sun and rain,
No vicar with a St. James Bible verse
Will honor you a free ride in a hearse.
When by volition taking of one’s breath,
Thus causes bringing on of one’s own death.
The vantage point of this is fading fast
From cultures tightly clinging to the past.
A vacancy that’s vying to be filled,
A burial for every one that’s spilled,
Will come to pass with every desperate vow,
For nothing’s...
A life, with its veneer of tears and pain
That shimmer from a season’s sun and rain,
No vicar with a St. James Bible verse
Will honor you a free ride in a hearse.
When by volition taking of one’s breath,
Thus causes bringing on of one’s own death.
The vantage point of this is fading fast
From cultures tightly clinging to the past.
A vacancy that’s vying to be filled,
A burial for every one that’s spilled,
Will come to pass with every desperate vow,
For nothing’s...
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#religion
#humankind
#culture
119 reads
17 Comments
Jiminex
Poem Published
28th Sep 2019 10:35pm
28th Sep 2019 10:35pm
Trip as is
Colombia is a beautiful country.
You get a chance i suggest you go.
Wish it would have been better circumstances.
I seen some of the most beautiful women. Seen sites that would take your breath away. Serena asked me to dance but i had to decline. I dont take away from her but i have one woman in mind.
I look around so much to see. I sat with some old men grabbed an instrument they joined in and played with me. Oh the food is amazing but Serena my guide and translator had to order for me.
The menu at KFC here was interesting. Lots of local dishes. Oh...
You get a chance i suggest you go.
Wish it would have been better circumstances.
I seen some of the most beautiful women. Seen sites that would take your breath away. Serena asked me to dance but i had to decline. I dont take away from her but i have one woman in mind.
I look around so much to see. I sat with some old men grabbed an instrument they joined in and played with me. Oh the food is amazing but Serena my guide and translator had to order for me.
The menu at KFC here was interesting. Lots of local dishes. Oh...
#sadness
#beauty
#memories
#TimeHeals
#culture
43 reads
2 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 2:03am
24th Sep 2019 2:03am
The Gap
the crack continues to
split us into seperate worlds,
the gap between
suicidal fights for existence,
little Regal islands of
self-absorption and indulgence,
we've got our Laws!
our morals
and make nuanced hypocrisies of them all
called Philosophy.
(the spirit longs for the
body to die,
set free,
all wanting to be
more than just an
I.
).
WHAT? is
the meaning of your sobriety?
does love keep you sober?
or does love keep you drunk?
Chi-Town, the...
split us into seperate worlds,
the gap between
suicidal fights for existence,
little Regal islands of
self-absorption and indulgence,
we've got our Laws!
our morals
and make nuanced hypocrisies of them all
called Philosophy.
(the spirit longs for the
body to die,
set free,
all wanting to be
more than just an
I.
).
WHAT? is
the meaning of your sobriety?
does love keep you sober?
or does love keep you drunk?
Chi-Town, the...
#HumanRights
#culture
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
44 reads
2 Comments
AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 2:59am
23rd Sep 2019 2:59am
My Lover
The morning comes
and a new day begins
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
Welcome to the slaughter
Orders to follow
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
The evening news
brings the television blues
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
Lay your body
next to mine
and say it all with your tears
My lover
Don’t...
and a new day begins
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
Welcome to the slaughter
Orders to follow
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
The evening news
brings the television blues
You say it all with your tears
my lover
Don’t drown in the tears
my lover
Lay your body
next to mine
and say it all with your tears
My lover
Don’t...
#violence
#oppression
#politics
#pollution
#culture
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0 Comments
Tunde_e
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2019 10:46pm
22nd Sep 2019 10:46pm
Twinkle
The minute house of thatch then topples off the surface of the desk to continue its demise. Residents therein of red noses, varicose veins and tissue paper skin look worried and shrink further in.
Could they grow any smaller?
Once textile crafters, no words come tumbling out to transgress the typeset of fresh scripts.
Their beautiful children twinkle amazingly and are flung far away to work in taverns, cafés and tourist shops selling the old talismans.
Could they grow any smaller?
Once textile crafters, no words come tumbling out to transgress the typeset of fresh scripts.
Their beautiful children twinkle amazingly and are flung far away to work in taverns, cafés and tourist shops selling the old talismans.
#heartbroken
#culture
#tradition
22 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
21st Sep 2019 4:25pm
21st Sep 2019 4:25pm
The Orangery
in this echoing chamber
where previously i had sung submissions requested by a daughter
renditions barely recognisable
abusing the acoustics
we are graced with
you read while kinetic energy waltzes across an aged stone floor
with doors pegged wide
to entice a public foreign to the communal sound
an exchange of brain waves
staves in my confidence curling in the pit of my belly
undressing and redressing
within the pages of my notebook
looks across the room swollen with a familiarity ...
where previously i had sung submissions requested by a daughter
renditions barely recognisable
abusing the acoustics
we are graced with
you read while kinetic energy waltzes across an aged stone floor
with doors pegged wide
to entice a public foreign to the communal sound
an exchange of brain waves
staves in my confidence curling in the pit of my belly
undressing and redressing
within the pages of my notebook
looks across the room swollen with a familiarity ...
#anxiety
#WritingPoetry
#culture #SelfWorth
#culture #SelfWorth
54 reads
5 Comments
knowthyself
know thyself
know thyself
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:45pm
18th Sep 2019 7:45pm
destruction
(a projective poem, partly inspired by “green frontier”)
the eyes of a crowned dull mask
change into the ears of an angry rat
the foreign that brings a colorful threat
a wasteful death to replace
myths and idols – to wipe out their trace
and from that ears, like two greedy snakes
it blindly starves for the forbidden fruit
that patiently ambivalent drug
a potentially destructive and estranging plague
a strangely looped trap – partly fake
shining redly from the tree
the blind greed is deaf enough to see
to find...
the eyes of a crowned dull mask
change into the ears of an angry rat
the foreign that brings a colorful threat
a wasteful death to replace
myths and idols – to wipe out their trace
and from that ears, like two greedy snakes
it blindly starves for the forbidden fruit
that patiently ambivalent drug
a potentially destructive and estranging plague
a strangely looped trap – partly fake
shining redly from the tree
the blind greed is deaf enough to see
to find...
#spiritual
#drugs
#culture
102 reads
2 Comments
Yojimbo
Huntrocity
Huntrocity
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 9:36am
16th Sep 2019 9:36am
Poetry
Words can be crafted into a theme or thought.
Why are we a here? To teach or be taught?
No. It is something that is within.
The hardest part is to know where to begin.
If you are ever down, out, and maybe unclear.
Underground Poetry is always here.
To all that connects us and shows us of all that is true.
Just know that Poetry, and what it means, always starts with YOU.
Why are we a here? To teach or be taught?
No. It is something that is within.
The hardest part is to know where to begin.
If you are ever down, out, and maybe unclear.
Underground Poetry is always here.
To all that connects us and shows us of all that is true.
Just know that Poetry, and what it means, always starts with YOU.
#universe
#faith
#rhyming
#art
#culture
49 reads
2 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 8:58pm
15th Sep 2019 8:58pm
Sanitation
I wasn't always sane.
Watching tv
And listening to "adults" turned me this way.
How childish I used to be,
Playing with creativity.
But those ideas only belie
The futility of asking why
When conformity
Is the strongest way
To build my CV and resume.
Watching tv
And listening to "adults" turned me this way.
How childish I used to be,
Playing with creativity.
But those ideas only belie
The futility of asking why
When conformity
Is the strongest way
To build my CV and resume.
#culture
#tradition
52 reads
3 Comments
SexyInkMaster
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:15am
12th Sep 2019 2:15am
The Good Ole Days
Ye olden days have gone astray
Much to our dismay
No more remoteless TV
Farewell to Channel 3
Limited selections viewed
Color screen subdued
Ne'er a recording by the hour
Or phone with wall power
'Tis memories of yester year
When there was nothing to fear
No locks needed on doors
No chimes needed for chores
The stove was well worn in
And everyone was thin
Neighbors knew you well
Many stories to tell
Tis' easy, simple time then
Yet all good things end
Much to our dismay
No more remoteless TV
Farewell to Channel 3
Limited selections viewed
Color screen subdued
Ne'er a recording by the hour
Or phone with wall power
'Tis memories of yester year
When there was nothing to fear
No locks needed on doors
No chimes needed for chores
The stove was well worn in
And everyone was thin
Neighbors knew you well
Many stories to tell
Tis' easy, simple time then
Yet all good things end
#technology
#culture
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
69 reads
7 Comments
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