Best Social Status Poems
I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry more.
An eternal scowl upon her face
as she kept her daily pace.
Hair pinned high upon her head.
“Do this!” “Do that!” She constantly said
and when I’d do one thing wrong
she’d scold me, yelling “Cinderella!”, for hours long.
And once she was done with what she said
I’d get back to work again.
But one day I got fed up.
Ran up my tower and closed the door up.
My window, the only way out
but Mama barged in, stopping in mid-shout.
But I just turned back and smiled
and then I fell a thousand miles.
And I lay among the trees
my spirit, at last, forever free.
"Beauty & The Beast"....
Our different up bringing, the social status says hell no,
the body chemistry, the man in me says yes yo,
it's fo'sho, I've caught her vapors and me she's feelin',
the negative whispers, plus about her parent situation, they be illin',
opposites do attract, on those facts we should be chillin ',
so tell your parents to off, ya'ridin' wit da villain,
she said, "fo'realin", if you want me, the gangsterism has to cease,
she's a square trying call shots, storytellin' beauty & the beast,
with the pen I release, flowin the truth from a troubled youth,
beauty was the only thing good and pure, could I pull off the coup,
not being in the preppy loop, keepin' it thuggy, rough & rugged,
on the down low the thugness makes her hot, danger she dug it,
we get hugged up, it's so ed up that we gotta hide and sneak,
It's a sexy sensual manifestation, when your making love on the creep,
thinkin' of her on money moves, makes my concentration weak,
I always hit my peak with her, storytelling beauty & the beast....
RaymontG
In the darkened twilight
My thoughts roam.
Even tho i bleed the same color,
Cry the same salty tears,
my appearance to some is different,
And yet, thought of as less than....
Educated by the same system,
Speaking the same language,
And yet, you still don't hear me.
With naked eyes, I see clearly,
As your blinders make you believe
You see all..... You know all;
Your politics
Your religion
Your social status,
And yet,
can you tell me in your knowing,
What it is to be truly human ?
What it is to be truly civilized ?
Does your religion explain any of that,
Does your politics tell you what to believe ?
In the darkened twilight
My thoughts roam,
As I work myself back home....
The human qualities and potential isn’t limited nor territorial
kindness at its peak is indeed interracial
it is brutal to keep this knowledge confidential
b’cos, my experience is first hand and crucial.
Pouring out serial disgusting output, I've been consistent
hence nurturing my friendship is menial,
such a risk is definitely consequential
and it becomes official when a friend’s head is hit
Despite my social status compounded in filth and lots of irritating effect
I've been embraced and kissed by luck
making me believe life is indeed partial
A controversial creature, I am
yet, surrounded by the wonders of true friendship
its complete care, no where near superficial
its love, so congenital
to the point, I feel I’m in denial
My stink spreads across towns
my words attract infirmities
my mind has been the warehouse of lawlessness
and everything bad is registered in my accountability
but the one and only good side of me is you my friends
the day you leave, is the day I join the Dinosaurs
The people, I may never know
Have touched my life completely so.
The connections, that are formed
Radiate with so much warmth.
It's a gift from above, appreciated with
Sincere love, a kind & written word
Although our voices may never, be heard.
There's nothing like reading a poem,
It's just as beautiful as the sweetest song.
In the depths of every soul, there's a magical possession
That Unfolds. A message connecting us.
Interpretations, a constant must. Of the things in life,
We all share.
Our dreams & hopes even when we dispair
Our, disappointments & triumphs
Wrapped inside, a few paragraphs,
No matter what our social status
Or where we are from on this planet,
A tranquil voice, unheard echos in the midst
Is worth more than a thousand words...
Miscommunication, is fabrication of reality
When actually it’s a matter of perspective.
She was a standout, with a name similar to yours
With pure intentions, painful convictions but losing to her own dispositions.
Deprivation of her moral mentality structure crumbles
Caused by misadventures of her past life
Blighted with horrific memories
Tragic upsets that shake the very foundation of her soul.
Lead by the goals of our society
To keep the mindset that anxiety… controls you
But who understands?
Those who demand you to over expand your capability of toleration to your demons?
Pharmaceutical apprehension to be your companion in this never-ending struggle?
School systems have programs
That program you to say
Everything’s okay
Just get over it and move on
But you see there is no off switch to pain
No preset to reset her experiences
The hand that she felt
A seatbelt that would strap her into a horrible roller-coaster ride of misery
You see, there is something wrong with this picture
Its missing something
Someone…
You?
Maybe everything that she needed was a frosty before third period on a March afternoon
Or maybe, an almond milk macchiato on finals week at Delos across the street
Or even an acquainted silence of tears while she spilled her heart on the dashboard of your car.
She needed a home
No not a bed to sleep in with complimentary breakfast
No!
A resting place
That’s laced with people who care to hear the response of how her day is,
Or how’s she’s doing in school
Or why is there scars on her…
Arms to be held in when she needs comfort.
Sometimes we’re the only savior that people see,
But what saviors are we when we’re preoccupied with our own self-indulgence of social media.
Temporary satisfactions from addictions ever going,
Distracting us from having true meaning in life.
We need to make a stand,
To withstand this generational curse.
Of carelessness of peoples pain,
But first, let me update my status.
I probably am the only one in the Big Apple to admit,
" The bigger the city, the lonelier one feels! "
Skyscrapers are modern monuments built against a foggy sky;
many feel lonely and bored in them, and the irony is that to rent
or buy luxurious suites is prohibitive to people who struggle
to survive, only a Trump or a Gates can afford them! Is their affluenza
effecting you? Be real: you can't have any of them, unless you hold
that lucky Lotto or Mega ticket! My advice is to keep on living
as usual and let dreams of wealth glide you by as puppet balloons
in a Thanksgiving Parade! Go to Central Park and take a stroll,
or try ice-skating...it's fun! There are a thousands of things
to do in Manhattan! Go to see a Broadway Musical or have dinner
at The Tavern On the Green with friends who are as bored as you!
No! Don't sit on that sofa and watch movies on demand!
Yes, be good to yourself....get out and enjoy life! Laugh! Run! Scream!
Do anything and everything! Have the audacity to challenge and win!
Let everyone know that are alive regardless of your social status:
money can offer lots of expensive things most of us
can't even imagine in a million of years! Search for
the simpler things that are more fun and cost almost nothing!
Entered in Julia Ward's contest,
" Bored in Manhattan "
Written on 12/ 28/ 2015
Born in a world of sin
A world filled with evil from the very beginning,
Greediness and selfishness,
With the existence of poverty, unemployment, crime and disease
Caused by our own human nature,
An inevitable cycle that continues from the past to the present future
Due to the prevalence of social class segregation,
Whereby the lower, middle and upper class fights for social status elevation
In order to achieve upward social mobility,
These social classes will fight in pain and hostility,
An ideology of who is best suited to reach the top
With one class that is, (proletariat) continued to be oppress,
While the bourgeoisie continues to be the dominant class to reap success,
A society filled with greed and self-interest
Every person wants that recognition,
They will always battle each other to reject sorrow and oppression,
That’s the reason why the world will always remain in war, famine and terror
Due to human beings error,
A world divided in segments of continent,
With different nation or countries having differentiated political style of government,
As well as structure, numerous types of culture and upcoming new subculture,
With every one wanting that one thing riches, prestige and fame,
A reward which symbolizes their name.
Demeter Edwards
I probably am the first one to say,
" The bigger the city, the lonelier one feels! "
Skyscrapers are modern monuments
that we build against a foggy sky;
many feel lonely and bored in them,
and the irony is that to rent or buy suites
is prohibitive to people who struggle to survive:
only a Trump or a Gates can afford them!
Is their affluenza driving you mad?
Be real: you can't have any of them,
unless you hold that lucky Lotto or Mega ticket!
My suggestion is keep on living as usual,
let dreams of wealth glide you by as puppet balloons
in a Thanksgiving Parade: go to Central Park
and take a stroll or try ice-skating...it's fun!
There are thousands of things to do in Manhattan:
go see a Broadway Musical or spend
an hour or two in a café or music bar
with friends who seem as bored as you are! No!
don't sit on that sofa and watch movies
on demand for hours! It's so boring!
Yee, be good to yourself....get out and enjoy life!
Laugh! Scream! Jump! Run! Smile!
Do anything and everything! Own happiness!
Let everyone know that are alive
regardless of your social status:
money can offer lots of expensive things
most of us can't even imagine...
instead search for the simpler things that
are more fun and cost almost nothing!
I have been to the year 3,000
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, there is still corruption
And modern day currency is currently
Worth nothing.
Everyone trades for what they want
No need to rush around and stress out
About making someone else other than
One’s Self-rich.
Although, the environment is much cleaner
The community became much greener so there
Is no need to protest? Creativity and self-expression
Has become more valuable and collaboration has become
An important part of success.
Popularity, social status and vanity no longer hold as much
Weight as it use to in the past. Life and well being has become
A higher priority no one focuses too much energy in living
Fast.
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, I guess as far as societal leadership
Goes will it ever change you ask is the year 3000
Who knows?
However, there is one thing that has changed and
That is the way humanity takes care of its self.
Self-help has become the remedy to emotional
Health.
All energetic chains are released not only can
The people of the year 3000 think outside the
Box, they can expand shape and reshape the
Box into any form they want.
Why you ask because the people of the year 3000
Know they are more than capable with the
Capacity to become the captains and future leaders
Of their of destiny though politics has it purpose
And reason to exist. This dose not prevent the
Inhabitants of the year 3000 from living their every day
Lives and making the most of it.
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long this lasts
I walk down the street
So may people to meet
But I see none to talk
So I guess I'll just walk
Saturday night rolls around
And I leave to go down town
So many parties to go to
But my social status is to low
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I' the social outcast
Let's see how long this last
First day of a new school year
And it's all just as I feared
The preps and jocks over run us
Not like anyone cares if I make a fuss
They just need to wait
And I'll keep an eye on their fate
The looks and muscles will soon fade
Oh, won't that be a sad day
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long that last
Fifteen yeas have past
I have climb the latter of success
That fast food joint your working at
yeah it's true, I own that
I'm not the social disease
I realize as you beg on your knees
You have five kids to feed
I can't imagine the help you need
I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a soul mate. I don't want to be single
for the rest of my so-called "miserable life." There's no way that this special someone
could've been taken away by one of the random guys. When I look at every couple I see, it
makes me wish that I had a real girlfriend and a brand new social status. Being single is
like being held back a year in middle school or worse. Being single also stinks. Is there
something I should do to not just end my single life, but ease my pain, as well? I can't
stand being lonely, I can't stand being a dateless loser, and I can't bear to watch these
couples rubbing their love right in my face. It makes me sad and sick just to see it. so
if I don't save myself from a lot of misery and end my life as a single human being, I'm
going to lose it. I love my life, but my loneliness and my pain have got to stop.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
better never fall at all,
As long as you hang in there,
People will stop and stare,
To see their faces to hearts desire!
But if you break to many tiny sizes,
People will fear your prickly pieces,
and sweep you away without a care,
Expect no remorse to your despair!
Tree, tree you stand so tall,
Better never fall at all,
As long as you stay upright,
Many under your shade alight,
But once you shake and fall down,
You block the entire traffic in town,
They chop you down to fire logs,
No more love than stray dogs!
Bird, bird stay ever in flight,
Better never lose your height,
As long as you stay up in the air,
You can fly free without any care,
But once you land on the ground,
You could be prey to things around,
You will be feathered when still alive,
Under the talons you will not survive!
Man, man you should stay calm,
Better never you show alarm,
As long as you stay your ground,
Your social status will abound,
But once you dither, fail or wail,
People your status will curtail,
You will be cast aside a rag,
Forgotten like a worn out bag!
Several thoughts enter one’s mind while falling through the clouds
It, without doubt, gives a singular perception of life
Reality rising nearer, your focus sharpening
The knowledge of being without a parachute, there, lurking
After awhile, the inevitable is accepted
With the enjoyment of the passing clouds and splendid view
The clouds of financial worth and personal possessions
Social status, career accomplishment, and self-esteem
Loves, family, friends, and vitally important contacts
When the ride down lastly comes to its termination
The meaninglessness of those passing clouds
Suddenly becomes glaringly obvious to us all
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Ogden Nash once penned us
On our social status
Thus: "Men don't make passes
At girls who wear glasses."
But picture his surprise
Should he suddenly arise;
How much it would astound,
So much now's turned around?
It sure would give him pause,
What fires men today; 'cause
Now they aim their passes
At girls with big asses!
Forget glasses! No girl
Gives men any quarrel
Because of that old vex:
Refractory index.
Today, no ifs or buts,
Her big rear end is what's
All their lust's focused on.
Somehow, though, it must dawn
On her, also, to infer;
Maybe he delights her.
Whatever...some 'ass' is
Sure to gaze through her glasses
In hopes to reach her heart
Before her butt end part.
He'll stare into her eyes
And pray that she complies.
Must Ogden Nash today
Revise his saw to say
That, "Men don't make passes
At girls with small asses?"
We, the lolling masses,
Must view all these asses.
We shake our heads and muse,
What's our next sex abuse?