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Post Modern Poems - Poems about Post Modern


Premium Member Gaslit
("Snake II", 2015, original block print) Gaslit In these times of constant parading The emperor in his new gown Sets the fashion for the whole world Everywhere you look People blindly proclaiming the nakedly absurd With confidence born in numbers. Now basic biological facts of male and female Have morphed into a fluid nonbinary Mishmash of possibilities, where instead of in balance Nurture is stridently...

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Categories: post modern, perspective, society,
Form: Narrative
Post-Modern Blues
Been digging my heart. Into any art. I can get my. Hands on late-ly Been feeling rough and down and Filled with fluff, incorrigible clouds, imperfect like a do-pa-mine addicted white rat on his cheese Meat, wine, and sugar, cigarettes not far behind, in pursuit of Instant grat-ification With colloquially shy eloquence, has been ponti-Ficated All into my net code, unconscious of...

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Categories: post modern, anxiety, black african american,
Form: Free verse



Post Modern Society
The forlorn look upon humanity’s face Weary eyes ravaged by pervasive depravity Societal treachery weighing upon an exhausted soul Insidious indecision poisoning resilience Observing the pre-meditated mass murder of compassion With horrific hesitation and sickening silence Stagnant and catatonic with indifference Immobile and and psychologically paralyzed Transfixed upon a whim To adhere to gridlock To...

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Categories: post modern, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Post-Modern Juke Box Experiences
There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West, not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations that remain as was, for lack of a reason to be other. Restaurants steeped, not in nostalgia, but in a comfortable inertia; diners that serve broast, broiled and breaded, drive-ins where the movies you missed can now (if you have a mind to), miss again. We have bars where...

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Categories: post modern, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Cynical Post Modern Poets
Post Modern Cynical Poets. To count upon line Life would be just fine Find my way through time To measure out rhyme That’s what sound is for Hexaverse— terse One can rehearse The sing song rhyme That is so sublime It was best I should guess Meter stressed Left with two What to do? Laugh....

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Categories: post modern, poems,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse



Post-Modern
She rode into town On the surface Of a cracked egg Bearing the usual grievances Of the heavily indoctrinated A crowd of blind children Gathered round to show their "solidarity" As is typical In this post-modern age. W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019 ...

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Categories: post modern, business, environment, political,
Form: Free verse
What the Hell Are They Thinking
The grand, half-ruined Parthenon, once a sublime, Doric grace, Even now, in broken, stone blocks, always takes my breath away. The rich, classical detail, fluted columns without plinths, to imagine what it once was, the mind can’t even begin… That towering Coliseum, the great masterpiece of Rome, even half gone it’s staggering, to be so tall, but made in stone. Go down to the domed Pantheon, still so...

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Categories: post modern, appreciation, art, city, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Post Modern Man
He read the words, But he knew not what they meant. He walked down many roads, But he knew not where they went. He lived his life, But he knew not why he was alive....

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Categories: post modern, life, lost, men, social,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Post Modern World
I looked down upon the earth from a place unknown to man. ...

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Categories: post modern, society,
Form: Free verse
Free Post Modern Poem
I love you,oh,my little black dog. Oh,yes!Bloop bong. Thwack. I love this pit,I do really. Bang bong. No, do not help me I am Fay ted. My narrative went wrong. Oh.hoopla! Now he has deleted me from his Sto Ry! He wants me to disappear. Mama meea Blong! But I have my own narrative La banko dio Bloop bung. My heart longs. For his love alone is a sad storee. Oh eh a mama dip thong Jer bum...

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Categories: post modern, boyfriend,
Form: Free verse

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