Short Materialism Poems
Short Materialism Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Materialism by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Materialism by length and keyword.
Is the heart material
or has materialism taken over the heart.
Are we fickle because of modernisation
or has modernisation taken over our souls?
Flames sifts and seizes all, mankind’s desires burns through all
All is exchanged for fire, for fire is the highest priced gold
With a pearl within the flickering flames, still and wailing
Once there was a wise man called Joseph gears
True to his conscience believes Holy Spirit steers
Materialism, an addiction to kill one's soul
Jesus Christ, his leader model
Bloody gears! this world is for cracks ask your peer.
Seduced is a mild term
For what some
Are trying to do
To all of us.
Materialism
Commercialism
Consumerism
Spend your money to save some
WTF
A wake up call is needed
Well here it is
What do you really need
To live.?.?.
Those with piggish hearts I'd berate
for desiring each worldly prize.
Avarice is a shameful trait.
Materialism blinds their eyes.
June 23, 2022
Greed Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Syllable count checked with howmanysyllables.com
Big house, three cars and shopping evryday. Materialism, socalisim and consumerism. Ism,
ism ,ism. Being in debt.
In the RED. Stressed out. Diamond rings, bling, bling , bling.
Bored and no hope. Greed and deceit.
Money dosen't by happiness.
Form:
The earth belongs to the One who created it*
We are only stewards of the area we possess,
Known to the ancients, this fact is no secret
No one owns anything forever is my guess,
So, enjoy it while you can is as good as it gets.
(*Psalm 24:1)
Written May 10, 2022
Love is not something that belongs only to a living soul.
It could be anything your soul is tied to.
Neither human nor god,
but something you chose above them both—
that is what love truly is.
You look at it and know you cannot live without it.
It is not a person, nor devotion.
That is love.
ACTUAL SIN OR DAILY SINS
"Actual sin is any willful thought
Desire
Word
Action
Omission forbidden by the law of God
"The chief sources of actual sin, pride
Covetousness or materialism
Lust
Anger
Gluttony or Greed
Envy
Sloth or Laziness
These are commonly called capital sins or Deadly sins
Materialistic pleasures are ripples in the water
Seem elegant but vanish soon
Ripples will not prevail in the perpetual rain
they get dispersed due to over flow
Non-materialistic pleasures are water in the sea
Seem salty and briny but immortal
They would never ever get drained
O do not covet all U C
Materialism shun must U
Never a lover of money B
From Jesus' pattern take your Q
***
1/20/2020
F F I Series 63 capqu
Brian Strand, sponsor
Capital quatrain (capqu) our form after Keats "O Grant That Like to Peter I"
Scriptural references: Hebrews 13:5; 1 Peter 2:21
Thanks to all who
Having lived through
Another year with cheer,
Never asking more than your due,
Knowing how many have
So much less than you and,
Given our ability to continue
Increasing wealth with so many
Vested in materialism
In the good 'ol U.S. of A ... Thank You for
Never forgetting to be
Grateful today.
A prayer is like seduction to your soul
Your church is the glamour the world bestowals
Your bible is the flashy neon lights and billboards
Your truth is the multiplicity of greedy
Your salvation is fruition of materialism
Your retribution is its finitude and lost satiety
Heaven becomes invisible through the eye of a needle
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas
Extruding life from deep darkness
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul
A soul so chained it dragged the weight
Through the graveyard to the vast estate
Into a life money bound
Pretensious living their great crown
Money their god and baptism
Soul chained by materialism
No longer life of the party
Caught between life and death..bungee
Chained soul needs an exorcism
To free from consumerism
possibly unfinished
World of ruse
~~~~~~~~~~~
Materialism is transitory
Illusory, a derivative of the lacking soul
And its need to attain a truth
Veiled by the belief of mortality
Limitations are a necessity
For the sake of the grand tapestry
Far too infantile are the masses perceptions
An elusive cognitive grasp
No, just too simple
For all the fools misled by the blind
Always looking for that ultimate
That ultimate whatever
Whatever you want
When you want it
What will you do when you get it?
What are the sacrifices you had to make?
Was it all worth it?
Did it all end up as you had planned?
When the realization sets in
That you can’t take it with you
The materialism falls apart
And you are only left baring your soul
From times in past in kingdoms vast
Man has taken thou time
Pandered to his own needs
Making our world a debauchery
Fraught with weight and burden
Man fail to cease the day
Thou has seen the daughters of elysium stray
As does the world decay
So haveth an appraisal see
Out with materialism in time
To preserve the world in the name of the divine
Desensitized
from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders
We are all but a blink of life.
In a universe far older than we will ever truly know.
In this world full of greed and materialism.
We all reap what we sew.
For those given wealth and commonplace in life
Will be no different than the person next door.
We all float in an ocean of bodies crashing apoun the shore
And living is the struggle for those who have earned their place in life.
Theres a storm
Brewing in my mug
The coffees dark
The pane is dusty
The clouds are black
And the cup all brown
Reflect on to me
From the book below
Lines words and para
memories lie folded
Some toxic some not
In wooden frames
The light reverberates
Thro intangible channels
Of Materialism
Just another
stormy morn
Need to mend
The storm within....
Theres a storm
Brewing in my mug
Down with pessimism
Drown not in negativism
Beware of escapism
Steer clear of cynicism
Keep far from fanaticism
It only invites antagonism
Too lonely is monasticism
Too stifling, collectivism
Failure dogs perfectionism
Emptiness mars materialism
Insularity deadens catechism
Stoicism breeds fatalism...
True, this poem is full of criticism
~ But it ends on a note of optimism
RAGS
You have rags
Of rags
Some bragging rags...
Must be your rag,
Because you have rags
With nothing in them
Except a bifurcate rag;
You have enough rags for life,
For a billion stars in the sky__
If there was a total number of lug rags
You would tote have it
In the rag,
I wonder why you hoard so many rags
When all you ever put in them
Are other dirty rags.
~Tile Tersoo
uplinking to the world spiritual
shifts focus away from materialism
it is a choice we make and adhere to
becoming over time innate affinity
so the universe takes care of us
skills possessed no longer matter
knowing all attributes are illusionary
yet in as ordained we play out our role
as does a virtuoso actor on stage
indifferent to jibes and praise
we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
Countless millions have
Only just enough to eat
Not all this
Selfish waste of
Precious resources and an
Idolatry of
Consumer goods
Uneeded for life,
On so-called time saving
Utliity.
Somehow, we've lost a
Conscious awareness
Of our true
Nature preferring to
Splurge into some imagined
Utopia through
Materialism leaving an
Ecological disaster from our
Rapacious
Spending to our grandchildren.