Least Read Poems About Culture
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 5:14pm
6th Feb 2019 5:14pm
The Natural Cues of the Visual
You are on a sidewalk. Strolling along in a conversation conversion of a complete circle. You and partner are barbell ends. When partner moves a millimeter away from you, you slip in step and slip a telephone pole. You are home alone reading. Leave a sliver of the alcove window unshut. Foe enters at the other end of the brownstone. Tiny cyclones pass over forearm slanting to the slitted vortex. Tiny inflatable air dancers advertise "A presence is here. Shiver. A presence is here. Wobble.” You are in a car. Bust out in a dance at any time because you don't need music on the outside. Passenger...
#identity
#prose
#culture
20 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 4:03pm
3rd Jan 2019 4:03pm
1. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
At first I was grateful. My proverbial
handkerchief had been picked up.
He blew the piece of cotton high
as a manner of greeting,
a quilt piece- a doily under my coffee
now a cloud. We were both light,
light from casting-off home.
In a building of pillows, sheets, shut curtains
and fulsome acts amongst sewing materials,
I looked down at the audience
of the waxy floor after the transient rain.
In a slippery distance, water and light met in color.
We met in color. I chose to leave the defined
end of the bridge onto a...
handkerchief had been picked up.
He blew the piece of cotton high
as a manner of greeting,
a quilt piece- a doily under my coffee
now a cloud. We were both light,
light from casting-off home.
In a building of pillows, sheets, shut curtains
and fulsome acts amongst sewing materials,
I looked down at the audience
of the waxy floor after the transient rain.
In a slippery distance, water and light met in color.
We met in color. I chose to leave the defined
end of the bridge onto a...
#lust
#sex
#identity
#shadows
#culture
21 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 7:20pm
8th Jan 2019 7:20pm
What Two Hands Can Explain
You are dismissed
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
#culture
22 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 7:44am
25th Apr 2019 7:44am
Lakeside 24/30
Most mornings, the pinched pointer
and thumb opens slowly, stutters
as blinks, relapses.
Rise the pointer and thumb, both curved,
move past the arm, the horizon.
Two pointers and thumbs, both curved
deign the placement of a lake, but first
stress water.
This also denotes the moon, first
framing the face and moving it
above your head. We put ourselves there.
And you move it towards you, as a setting
for a plate. Eat
Awaken, rise, view, eat. A circle-shaped seeing.
A train zooms by- set...
and thumb opens slowly, stutters
as blinks, relapses.
Rise the pointer and thumb, both curved,
move past the arm, the horizon.
Two pointers and thumbs, both curved
deign the placement of a lake, but first
stress water.
This also denotes the moon, first
framing the face and moving it
above your head. We put ourselves there.
And you move it towards you, as a setting
for a plate. Eat
Awaken, rise, view, eat. A circle-shaped seeing.
A train zooms by- set...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
23 reads
3 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 10:58pm
24th Aug 2017 10:58pm
Cross-Country Drive
Riding on the highway
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
#happiness
#music
#uplifting
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
26 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st May 2019 6:29am
1st May 2019 6:29am
Lakeside 30/30
The festivities beckon us to linger,
under starlight, whether it’s cyan
or a royal blackness, which remains-
seen or not. In this kitchen
brightness, designed to make sure
a finger avoids the blade, this is why
we, too, assemble in this very
receptacle of pollen and lean
away from each other
as we fling our words, and loiter
until we reincarnate as sharp
beacons. Overhead are the planes,
and in the overhead is a translucent
sheet marked of...
under starlight, whether it’s cyan
or a royal blackness, which remains-
seen or not. In this kitchen
brightness, designed to make sure
a finger avoids the blade, this is why
we, too, assemble in this very
receptacle of pollen and lean
away from each other
as we fling our words, and loiter
until we reincarnate as sharp
beacons. Overhead are the planes,
and in the overhead is a translucent
sheet marked of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
31 reads
5 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
8th Jan 2025 5:01am
Joy in Stone
Joy in stone
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
Bridges stand like Colossus of Rhodes
Seven wonder of ancient worlds
Take abuse and wind and rain
But they stand tall all over us
See some tagger about to do some blasphemy
Sacrilegious History
These sands of time rise above
He won’t let it be defaced
It’s like time says take a timeout
Pieces of art designed to transport
The past into the present
How can a young fool do the deed
While Banksy says
Make ‘em smile While they piss
Fields of history used by so many to say little ...
#art
#beauty
#culture
47 reads
0 Comments
Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:43pm
5th Mar 2025 1:43pm
A Modest Return
The dupe prefers a midnight shade to snare a single hide,
Drafts the freely given dark for ends you long denied.
Doesn’t need your genuflection, yet demands your sole attention,
Waited long to seize your mind, your behaviour modified.
Stumble if you want to, but I’ve seen it overtake you,
Now you forfeit what was once true,
For a modest return.
Scriptoriums in dusty hills announce the new diversion,
The flicker show grants its favours to the picture-perfect person,
Flung afar from every platform, deft manoeuvres make us conform,
We can...
Drafts the freely given dark for ends you long denied.
Doesn’t need your genuflection, yet demands your sole attention,
Waited long to seize your mind, your behaviour modified.
Stumble if you want to, but I’ve seen it overtake you,
Now you forfeit what was once true,
For a modest return.
Scriptoriums in dusty hills announce the new diversion,
The flicker show grants its favours to the picture-perfect person,
Flung afar from every platform, deft manoeuvres make us conform,
We can...
#culture
#identity
#morality
#politics
#responsibility
48 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:22pm
1st Nov 2024 11:22pm
Colliding Mists
Colliding mists
Soar above me and crash
Sunset off of Japan
Time lapse the time rushes over me
Cascading down and up again
Tranquility in nature within me
I’m koi what I’ll do Mount Fuji next to you
Tattoo Rising Sun Samurai is me
Feeling Nippon American I am
Clouds roll by Godzilla me Tokyo
Take off your shoes before you enter
Sit down cross legs have some Saki
Peddle downtown Hiroshima
Kamikaze lightning in me
I’m Japanese turned...
Soar above me and crash
Sunset off of Japan
Time lapse the time rushes over me
Cascading down and up again
Tranquility in nature within me
I’m koi what I’ll do Mount Fuji next to you
Tattoo Rising Sun Samurai is me
Feeling Nippon American I am
Clouds roll by Godzilla me Tokyo
Take off your shoes before you enter
Sit down cross legs have some Saki
Peddle downtown Hiroshima
Kamikaze lightning in me
I’m Japanese turned...
#culture
#happiness
#inspirational #nature
#inspirational #nature
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0 Comments
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