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.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:52pm
25th Jan 2025 11:52pm
Call Him Mister
Miss miz or misses
Mr T
just call me Wendy
that's fine with me
it's just a name
don't play a game
we're not living
in 1960
Weren't you at the conference that day
I hear myself say
to the Viking from central casting
he was easy to spot
it didn't take a lot
but did he remember me?
no way
I'm Wendy I stated
(a name I've never hated)
to the bearded man with hair of red
and when our hands shook
he gave me a look
I'm Mister Erikson he said
When I'm in front of a class
I'm...
Mr T
just call me Wendy
that's fine with me
it's just a name
don't play a game
we're not living
in 1960
Weren't you at the conference that day
I hear myself say
to the Viking from central casting
he was easy to spot
it didn't take a lot
but did he remember me?
no way
I'm Wendy I stated
(a name I've never hated)
to the bearded man with hair of red
and when our hands shook
he gave me a look
I'm Mister Erikson he said
When I'm in front of a class
I'm...
#culture
#identity
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 5:17am
24th Jan 2025 5:17am
Mmm... Closer My Love
The magnetic pull sending my essence to you filling your lungs
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left...
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left...
#culture
207 reads
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:22am
17th Jan 2025 3:22am
One Result Of Last Night's Party
Abigail woke up
and saw she has been part of
a huge naked daisy chain.
and saw she has been part of
a huge naked daisy chain.
#corruption
#culture
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 6:31pm
16th Jan 2025 6:31pm
Love Rots
Love, my friends, is overrated.
Be compassionate, have empathy instead.
And not always regard yourself
as Tristan or Isolde,
the Lochinvar who came
to overturn the bridal feast.
Kindness,
when done with earnestness
and not as trickery,
is what disperses clouds
to give the withered crops fresh light.
Where love can be selfish, needful,
a passion rushing forth
as much to solder cracks
in one's own soul.
Love pressed the pillow down
on Desdemona's face,
or so Othello might have claimed.
Love...
Be compassionate, have empathy instead.
And not always regard yourself
as Tristan or Isolde,
the Lochinvar who came
to overturn the bridal feast.
Kindness,
when done with earnestness
and not as trickery,
is what disperses clouds
to give the withered crops fresh light.
Where love can be selfish, needful,
a passion rushing forth
as much to solder cracks
in one's own soul.
Love pressed the pillow down
on Desdemona's face,
or so Othello might have claimed.
Love...
#culture
#kindness
#love #mythology
#love #mythology
111 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:28pm
16th Jan 2025 4:28pm
A triad of landscapes
While I can't draw maps,
let's imagine an alternate world where
Paraguay, Angola and Romania share borders.
Picture a landmass reshaped
by a mystical force, bringing together
diverse landscapes and cultures.
Angola's western coastline,
with its rich African heritage,
now meets the vibrant heart
of South America's Paraguay.
Together, they are connected
to Romania, bringing in the charm
of Eastern Europe.
This fictional world creates
a tapestry of unique traditions,
languages and histories...
let's imagine an alternate world where
Paraguay, Angola and Romania share borders.
Picture a landmass reshaped
by a mystical force, bringing together
diverse landscapes and cultures.
Angola's western coastline,
with its rich African heritage,
now meets the vibrant heart
of South America's Paraguay.
Together, they are connected
to Romania, bringing in the charm
of Eastern Europe.
This fictional world creates
a tapestry of unique traditions,
languages and histories...
#culture
#evolution
#power
#PowerOfWords
#tradition
103 reads
10 Comments
michaelslove2
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:26am
14th Jan 2025 9:26am
"Light...Hovers"
"Light...Hovers"
Light...hovers.
An obtuse rectangle in the sky.
People crane back their heads,
looking, wondering, maybe even weeping.
Some asking, waiting for a reply.
Light...hovers.
Twisting...turning...melding.
A different shape to all who choose to view.
Ingrained into the deepest self.
What could, what should, what did/I didn't do?
I look in consternation.
Images shaping for me high above.
I see the past as I have learned,
lessons strangled by said glove.
Light...hovers. ...
Light...hovers.
An obtuse rectangle in the sky.
People crane back their heads,
looking, wondering, maybe even weeping.
Some asking, waiting for a reply.
Light...hovers.
Twisting...turning...melding.
A different shape to all who choose to view.
Ingrained into the deepest self.
What could, what should, what did/I didn't do?
I look in consternation.
Images shaping for me high above.
I see the past as I have learned,
lessons strangled by said glove.
Light...hovers. ...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#culture
#evolution
#morality
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2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
11th Jan 2025 5:03am
Eagle sails Above
Took over their house
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
Eagle fans stand tall and proud in the crowd push me a tush you can’t stop me
Flying a silver bird into Hollywood
Land on asphalt play on lab grown grass
Look across the stadium all I see is Kelly green
I can’t see Jack Nicholson in the front row
Stars scattered about not paying attention
To what is going on an Eagle sails above
As a Ram gets lost in the defense
Hurts me soo good
Hurts me soo good
Saquon is so good in Hollywood
Saquon is not...
#culture
#motivational
#sports #tradition
#sports #tradition
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 2:38am
10th Jan 2025 2:38am
The Dance of the King's Daughter
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows,
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
#culture
#mythology
#spiritual #tradition
#spiritual #tradition
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PAR
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
8th Jan 2025 11:51am
Bears
In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching, ...
#animals
#culture
#faith
#nature
#spiritual
96 reads
9 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
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imortalone
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 1:51am
5th Jan 2025 1:51am
Hachi Ju Hachi - Mariachi Kobans in Outerspace. imort imo demo tracks - song 2 official lyrics
This is the link to my goth 2024 imort imo demo tracks.
https://open.spotify.com/album/07r9T8cAGHEPbG2eGqGi8p?si=3fxld6myRgSDHcBtcb-pcQ
My Hyper follow
https://hyperfollow.com/imortalone
Also my Brand New 22 page dragon list
https://ko-fi.com/s/059c907329
Hachi Ju Hachi
By Professor Prestome Ungyobrock
Sodosure Imortalone Hukyuu Shimasho.
A dying punk who never had immortality.
Gensu Dake No issyo Ni. CyberTech Nobas Ta
Personally need 2 be more inhuman
Still falling. Still dying.
Unque...
https://open.spotify.com/album/07r9T8cAGHEPbG2eGqGi8p?si=3fxld6myRgSDHcBtcb-pcQ
My Hyper follow
https://hyperfollow.com/imortalone
Also my Brand New 22 page dragon list
https://ko-fi.com/s/059c907329
Hachi Ju Hachi
By Professor Prestome Ungyobrock
Sodosure Imortalone Hukyuu Shimasho.
A dying punk who never had immortality.
Gensu Dake No issyo Ni. CyberTech Nobas Ta
Personally need 2 be more inhuman
Still falling. Still dying.
Unque...
#culture
#gothic
#inspirational
#scifi
#universe
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 9:14pm
19th Dec 2024 9:14pm
Shh.. Just Listen To The Sandstorm Of My Lineage’s Peace
I define my soft caress unto the gentle wind
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses,...
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses,...
#culture
#moon
#sun
#tradition
#water
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