Norms Poems - Poems about Norms

I need a second to breathe. In the mirror, I trace the lines The weight of my body seeping out the confines Nineteen summers yet shadows remain I wish and I hope but my thoughts are tangled in pain I need a minute to think. I scroll through the pictures, everyone’s smiles so bright Flawless skin glowing in soft, golden light But here...

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What’s to love about skating? Maybe it’s the feeling of being as free as having wings? Escaping the world that held’s the blades of ancient kings The norm that causes the destruction of art And the deterioration of mankind’s heart What’s so wrong with skating upon Saturns rings? Wishing for something without the feeling of being tied to strings There’s so...

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Who are the countrified? The too-soon petrified Who wooden gods deified, With them identified; Their ways not modified… I see The Countrified In “Norms can’t be defied!” Who had gin edified, With kernels satisfied… Their cherished game slapstick, After meals fingers lick: Those who meet the sodden, When much damp the wooden; Dew-soaked their monthly shoes, For which the police ask ‘‘Whose?” On “Who are countrified” Please, in...

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some may remember the long past remainders of old early twentieth century years wars and depressions wracked cultures to the ground and people shared with poor hungry strangers most workers were of a manual education with poor language and academic skills that reflected a whole society stressed for decades now times are different rules and regulations to preserve profitable new consumer social norms and also the...

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He lives his life in a fear of poverty and abandonment so, He works his ass off, No Leave him, this guy can handle it. Need a drink? Who the black man? Nah he can handle it. Over time? The extra hours? Black guys can handle it. Give it to the black man, sure he can handle it. He goes home, He...

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On the lap of the foundation of love the smile sits like a wall and peace sets up as the roof of nature’s perfect structure called children where there is no love,smile and peace let not to sit there children as by all passed norms it isn’t coming under a home....

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I can't wait for the leaves to go release their grip and slowly blow I hope the wind blows really hard so the leaves land in my neighbor's yard I am prepared for the coming storms in defiance of the changing norms I'll build a SNOW MAN, make SNOW BALLS fill his pipe each time he calls For he's allowed to smoke the...

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Q-uietly U-se A-dministration's R-ules A-nd N-orms T-o I-ntentionally N-egate E-nemy Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Why fear corona? Practice social distancing, Stay locked in, wash hands 18.4.2020...

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There will come a time When thinking of this year’s Covid 19 rhyme Will we wonder if we did the right thing Following the rules and what they bring The social distancing we have practiced With washing hands and being less interactive How will it end after society being stopped To start it all again and see the virus dropped The...

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Oh throw off now the virus swarms This too shall pass like a wild storm Different ways of lifestyle forms In oneness humans will conform Look for emerging novel norms Hopefully help experts perform Kindness touches all that adorns...

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Sad to witness our falling norms, it effects all governance forms. Lack of tolerance and forbearance tilts the union's nonpartisan stance. We reach for mutual toleration it's the savior of this fair nation. Rid us of political hypocrisy to secure American democracy. Hard to admit, but at its base the core question is one of race. Decline loathing of one another: see us all as one,...

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I unconditionally love the eutony heard by my soul when I hear certain words. zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z, are particular favorites, for several sing-songy reasons, slithering into my dendrites in a pleasing way. South reminds me of my dad’s Southside Gang, a group of six boys who grew up together, bonding in the mysterious ways of boys who...

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Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms Debuncking it Slam duncking it Saying “the old is gold” ain’t nothing but junking it “new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To argue that there is one better form is to express your preference for a norm Yet free expression is the soul’s delight It matters not if it’s considered “right”! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Various garments Beautify...

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The human heart bears the scars of lies, cause deceit is intrinsic to Man. And should the bonds of trust unravel, Reality copes the best it can. Betrayal is all too familiar; feeling trapped, with no way to retreat. For when life's non-receptive to dreams, you get trolled by failure and defeat. Wanting to find a pathway to love; Hope persuades your heart to...

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