Social Poems | Examples of Social Poetry

These stand for: "Wish I Thought Of It Then" & "After The Fact". THEREFORE: You can't call men "Pedophiles" if you don't know the circumstances of their "Sexual Proclivities" or "Victorys" from 20 years ago. One was a thing called: "The Sexual Revolution" occurring at that time and if moms and dads Chose to...

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A-bsent, but caring B-ound by social anxiety C-ontinuing Christian charity D-elighting in incognito E-nthusiastic in spirit...

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This Sunday, Before noon, In my community church, Wedding bells ring? Rosemary, Daughter of our land, Weds! Grand invitations With ancestral R.S.V.P. To be spoken with flutes, Dressed in yellow palm fronds. The invitation cards spread like Wide fire in the harmattan, Fluttering with the strength of Flirting confetti Between the navel of the earth And the heart of the village square. The living and the dancing — Kinsmen assembled — Speaking alien tongues. Some...

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I dread Monday — Unlike any other day. Tumbling upon it — with eyes groggy, And limbs bound tight with festive strings, Accompanied by the foulest halitosis from a wayward breath, With all the liquor and litter, From the dizzying heights of the debauched weekend — Reminds me of the journey from Banterland to Queryland....

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From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day Kisses my eyes, information startles me. Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth, Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of Both cuddly dreams and feverish nightmares. The glut of information besieges me like the Waterfall of cracked rocks, wailing with liquid power. I hasten to read the first-ever BREAKING...

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Am I acting normal? Am I blinking too much? Am I staring too long? Are people staring at me? Feeling nervous, embarrassed, uncomfortable inside. Reminding myself to not let the unease show. Making jokes to mask the nervous thoughts I have. Laughing to cover up the awkward reactions. Focusing on the distance to avoid staring...

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Manners are the party fancy — Petit goldleaf on the melting pudding, A sticking cream now on your fingers, Immovable for hours. Manners like a lady, Her morning bonnet pinned, Perching, tilting in the wind. That flat earth, mountained at the dome, With feather shores and flower groves, Shiny plastics, false as those at home. Nods and bobs and toothy smiles, Inflections in...

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I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold, no pennies left to buy a dream or hold. Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight...

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(“Pandora’s Box”, 2014, original pen and ink and oil) Pandora’s Box I don’t know who she was, What she did or how she did it, And maybe as the first it was sublime Or maybe she was just another woman With the kind of perfect snatch To launch a thousand ships On a sea of broken hearts, But Pandora certainly left her...

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We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments and end our Friday night homework confinement. Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée I went to a few of those back in the day. No more frat parties, I once emphatically said. I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken, and...

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a fear of commitment or fear of marriage exuberant, swinging and downright unapoligetic he calls music the woman he always In every genre she still wishes to be pleased even we you disagree even when she refuses to inspire even when others don't hear what your hearing a little adive they right people to tool that htaang getting it where you know it should be when my mind refuses...

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Nickel and dimed, nickel and dimed: the neglected human center can't hold undone for gold....

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Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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I admit to my defeat ... I've been vanquished. No other loss I've ever known, Has left me this anguished. What makes it worse is Not knowing who really beat me. As they were invisible and anonymous, Begging the question, ' How can that be '? Well...

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Be quiet so you won’t be heard anymore. You might have heard this phrase growing up. Why do people think it’s their job to silence others and stop them from speaking freely? Every spoken word should be heard, like a loud ringtone from a cell phone that signals someone is calling. Everyone deserves to be heard. My...

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