Society Poems - Poems about Society

Strange how everything evolves except love it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor- Hate and destruction have evolved We went from clubs, bow and arrow to a fetish for nuclear diseases. If love had evolved missiles would forever sleep in their rattlesnake dens we'd have repurposed howitzers to flower gardens black words would reverse course before having intercourse with hate and death but we're...

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Here's a thought or two for you and it's not that I am bitter but when around and about a look I took it ground me down to see such litter tourists travelers neighbours too please let me remind think what you do I beg of you and only footprints leave behind but when it comes to living things if the foot were in...

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There once a place Filled with people from dark side They were cold and unwilling Some unaware life has ended They go here and there Or perhaps beside you In front or at your back Looking at you now Going to forsaken places May lead to a dark path Not aware of what’ll happen Hence will be bewitched...

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A major street along the country A place minds are calmed, Listening to Holy word And words of wisdom into heart A Holy place created by Heavenly Father To turn us into good And away from evil...

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The smell of humidor Charmed the old house and Frightened me as I ascended the Narrow stairwell that gentle October morning. The song of autumn was playing Low, and with astute grace. Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba And Denmark, Across fat rank grass of fecund roots. I snuffled through fogs of earliness, Webbed by clamping cold. Cigars without smoke took over from the Humidor and hugged...

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Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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I confess... I'm a cat in a human body surrounded by drooling deluded dogs I confess... I spew doggerel in a poetic wasteland as the wolves claw their verses on electronic pages and howl at their unamused muses I confess... I hide under a table or climb up a tree as the dogs of war merrily pant while mauling the world I confess... I'm guilty of living in the wrong country on the wrong planet at the wrong time but will soon exhaust my nine lives and...

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'my way is the best way- and you all need to follow.' a common statement made today. so don`t fall into its trap and swallow. we are not all one and the same- for we have different thoughts and opinions. so don`t let your ideals and thoughts be my bane- holding me captive inside the walls of its prisons. let`s put away our...

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Let's love one another and take the hand of Even those with a differing opinion-as free speech is important but Today's narrative divides and is Spoken to separate the human race into two. The Blame game is played by the hypocrites who are Encouraged to follow blindly to catchphrases And words without proper research. So they chant words to divide...

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I have no room for hate in the world, and I’ve always forgiven anyone who’s ever done me wrong—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s already too much hate out there, whether it’s the world struggling to get along or someone choosing to hurt someone else. There are two ways to see the meaning...

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I can’t imagine how painful it is to be God. Trying your hardest to make a beautiful painting, only to have the characters you created complain and mock the world around them. Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Pretty sure you’d walk away from the canvas too if it spat back...

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I walked that road when crisis struck— voices blurred, strangers recoiled, and help summoned cold authority. Then a kind man appeared— heart vast as hope’s horizon— he paused his world to meet mine, ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness. In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed to a gentleness I thought lost. Across the miles, a penny’s cost multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments shaded...

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I was thinking this morning about spirit and inspiration. I think that they both reside inside, put there in our creation. One meaning of to inspire is to pass one’s spirit from within. It can then be passed on to another and doesn’t have an end. We cannot see the spirit or where the power lies, but it seems...

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It's said, "The world will bleed away." It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day. A blood as bland as monochrome, as voices in an echo-dome. The drooling masses lap it up. And lick the anchor's shiny cup. With honeyed words that tickle ears. Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears. One pint a spew of ink on page; the next a clip to...

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Mini Poppadoms Intensive can you hear the intensity Mr freeze step aside I have flies and they are my new friends The crackle of the snow,whip and blow The cackle of the crow,the man taking the dough The crackle of the soap Left until your laundries done The night of a moon And a cow The red rooster cocks And the people come Forgetting their...

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