Culture Poems | Examples of Culture Poetry

japanese folklore sweet souls of the departed gentle fireflies african culture fireflies are bad luck such diversity...

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Living under the influence of a lifestyle so exotic, wrapped up in appearance. An unrequited luxury, I am the fire not the smoke show. Inspired on a budget. The purity of an orchid, that magic lies in hard to grow. You have the only one. Such a lovely fragrant flower, Italy’s perfect cannoli, rich enough for my blood. No cash but I’ve...

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Everything you touch rots. Not because of me—but because you became a f*cken white supremacist when you raped a Black woman and expected silence. Goodluck....

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I never think my thoughts deep thoughts : though I'm no Peter Sellers, they are but common trite reactions. l do not live an examined philosophic life; nor have I focused fathomed understanding. But -- there is, everywhere, widened blank confusion -- crowds who do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken, even who do not choose NOT to grasp what is...

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Sat on a park bench She exposes her heavy breasts; Offers him a teat. Lewd...

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When at dawn I find three stones at my Doorstep, I smile at dawn Prayers, in haste, come to my lips My eyes rove wantonly and behold a Poet caressing a naked virgin. When at dawn I find three stones at my Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears I prepare a costly repast for a palmist My smile is faint. I am from Caesar’s...

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Amnesia ... or impaired memory? Jezebel stood firm before my eyes! Behold Her Imperial Ruthlessness! And her bosom, harbouring bile, Was bleached like lightning. Arachnid fingernails mock the efforts Of talons from revelling vultures. Eyes pierced my brows with lasciviousness So atrocious like the willpower of romantic gales. And I saw her bathing in full nakedness Upon rocks of blood, Naked with the accoutrements of raw power. And...

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It’s a place I feel off— not wedded to anything. Truculent. I think in riddles and answer in metaphors. I dance on my tiptoes— an adagio of agony. Passion pirouettes out of sight. Tethered. Bound by grief. Temptation forgotten, tempered. It no longer exists. It was a pas de deux, now it’s just a deuce— a petulant penitent, an unwanted pardon. The dancer stirs. The pulse quickens to a tango. Recalcitrant and longing. Unable to follow the...

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The fakification of modern life Is almost complete As AI and disinformation Crowd out the real and true. If you didn’t see and do it How can you even trust It ever happened Or at least how they say. Like the old Emperor and his new robes But in reverse Now it’s the old calling out the lies While the young just accept the illusion. To the...

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They told me I was pretty for a black girl But if that is the case You want me to interpret that as being special That out of every black girl Im the exception To your pre conceived perception To how you view a black woman The only way to take it Is as an insult Black women are beautiful But your attitude isn't And when...

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Wanna know what unhinged looks like, America? You’re looking at it. The Biden era is over thank God, and with Trump back in the White House normalcy and sanity and common sense returns. Congratulations to American Eagle jeans for leading the way. Woketards can drown their sorrows with a can of Bud Light....

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What is your North Star, Your moral compass Which all your oughts and shoulds And not good enoughs revolve around? Every time we see the world Either as good or needing to be better We’re judging by an internal compass It has taken a lifetime to form. And it’s a compass Influenced by and expressing Everything we have ever learned Everything we have ever...

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Demanding schedule, Shadows lengthen in the quiet hours. Everyone pushing pens, crumpled papers in bins, Mistakes made, restarts with no end. Demands unmet, demands that are too much, Yet the heart still whispers dreams of peace. Desperately seeking solace in the stillness of the night, Navigating nightmares in Teams meetings, Seeking calm amidst the digital storm. And wondering what the hell people actually do...

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Ravage the taste of this city, that sound of a midnight train ride. Haunt glitz and graffiti collide, vile smoke rolls toxic within me. Some roots crack concrete completely, DNA's script won't be denied. Ravage the taste, every morsel spells DMV. Authentic you do not let slide, nothing ever rattles your pride. The underground rules discreetly, ravage the taste....

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It includes Sopka Veles speaks the balalaika Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people. from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic. Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here a...

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