Poems About Culture Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about culture seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:54pm
Yesterday 3:54pm
Blind
A closed mind
can see
no better
than
closed eyes.
can see
no better
than
closed eyes.
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
23 reads
11 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 12:18pm
4th Jan 2021 12:18pm
Wooden Vessels -
now cold and empty,
those once filled
branches
of silhouetted leaves,
falling away
in twilight hours,
mourning in their
suffering
with a mocked destination,
immigrants exiled
from a caring harvest,
like lost embers
from the last songbird,
each wintry breath
rustling in their graves,
while the system's tears
whisper over
an unmovable corpse,
starved and decaying.
those once filled
branches
of silhouetted leaves,
falling away
in twilight hours,
mourning in their
suffering
with a mocked destination,
immigrants exiled
from a caring harvest,
like lost embers
from the last songbird,
each wintry breath
rustling in their graves,
while the system's tears
whisper over
an unmovable corpse,
starved and decaying.
#identity
#freedom
#consumerism
#culture
#morality
37 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Dec 2020 11:03pm
25th Dec 2020 11:03pm
No Emojis Redux
Stopped using them
I admit
It’s hard
Dialing back our fast food world
What’s the harm you think
No harm
Just one more useless caveman expression
Doing my best not to
Take the challenge
Try it for one day
I admit
It’s hard
Dialing back our fast food world
What’s the harm you think
No harm
Just one more useless caveman expression
Doing my best not to
Take the challenge
Try it for one day
#culture
56 reads
12 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2020 6:37am
20th Dec 2020 6:37am
Vanity’s Reprisal
Falsehood joviality stolen birthrights unbeknownst of humility documented by scrolls written of ancient time
Fourscore the crown falsify echoes of bloodied birthright disparity as it once flowed like sands of time
Give me liberty, you gave me death
Stolen heritage unto every mankind worn proudly of a soulless heart given less
Burdensome history, not rooted of melanin creed
The first shall be last, shall be first again, beautifully seeps of Moorish DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed
To the mountaintop I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale...
Fourscore the crown falsify echoes of bloodied birthright disparity as it once flowed like sands of time
Give me liberty, you gave me death
Stolen heritage unto every mankind worn proudly of a soulless heart given less
Burdensome history, not rooted of melanin creed
The first shall be last, shall be first again, beautifully seeps of Moorish DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed
To the mountaintop I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale...
#spiritual
#vanity
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
72 reads
5 Comments
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
65 reads
1 Comment
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
98 reads
12 Comments
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
66 reads
6 Comments
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
50 reads
0 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 7:17pm
23rd Sep 2020 7:17pm
Truth Uncouth
Sixty Six And No Tricks
No Games No Clique Sick
If We Had Not Made Our Sound
None Of You Would Be Around
No Games No Clique Sick
If We Had Not Made Our Sound
None Of You Would Be Around
#strength
#freedom
#culture
#wisdom
#determination
92 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 00:32am
18th Sep 2020 00:32am
Faery Rage Due To Legal Page
How Sod ;
I Heard In Ireland You Can No Longer Re - Peat ;
Well May They Nurse A Pig's Teat !
That Soils The Situation !
( * Dirty Minded Swamp Suckers * )
I Heard In Ireland You Can No Longer Re - Peat ;
Well May They Nurse A Pig's Teat !
That Soils The Situation !
( * Dirty Minded Swamp Suckers * )
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal
#culture
#tradition
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 8:51am
16th Sep 2020 8:51am
across the seas
across the seas
the Pacific Ocean was like an undulating mirror
that day the ship was on its way to Nagasaki
which for the young crew onboard meant nothing
it is incredible how quickly a war is forgotten.
Under the ocean, there were hundreds of sunken ships
there must have been much suffering and deaths
and many books were written on how successful America
had been beating the enemy into submission.
Nagasaki was like building site the Phoenix was rising
up from the ashes shinier than before.
I came across a neglected...
the Pacific Ocean was like an undulating mirror
that day the ship was on its way to Nagasaki
which for the young crew onboard meant nothing
it is incredible how quickly a war is forgotten.
Under the ocean, there were hundreds of sunken ships
there must have been much suffering and deaths
and many books were written on how successful America
had been beating the enemy into submission.
Nagasaki was like building site the Phoenix was rising
up from the ashes shinier than before.
I came across a neglected...
#identity
#politics
#freedom
#culture
#morality
82 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
11th Sep 2020 1:09am
11th Sep 2020 1:09am
Elite Poets Eat ( Glimmer With Dinner )
Rose Tinted Glasses And Fine Asses In An Art Deco Room
Worn Smiles And Thin Guilles In The Depth Of Rep Gloom
Black Tiles Click As Heels Nick Stairs With Flowers In Bloom
To Rise To Half Light To Those Of Blind Sight Under The Moon
Worn Smiles And Thin Guilles In The Depth Of Rep Gloom
Black Tiles Click As Heels Nick Stairs With Flowers In Bloom
To Rise To Half Light To Those Of Blind Sight Under The Moon
#identity
#power
#art
#inequality
#culture
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9 Comments
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