Social Poems | Examples of Social Poetry

Isn't it funny how you can be surrounded by many people but feel so alone It appears you have a social life because you're always checking your phone But could it be an addiction to living life through the photos of others Feeling an overwhelming sense of joy when seeing emotions by lovers People talk with you but...

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I know how the cycles of life, death, and rebirth can be unfair. I know how it used to feel like they never showed they care. I know how it feels when nobody at all wants to share....

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I ascend to the stage, I make sure not to stumble or trip. They cheer and they boast and they cackle. They like this new persona. A beautifully doctored facade. Would they like the girl behind the curtains? They like my makeup and the pigment of my lipstick Would they like my natural face? Their teeth blind me As i...

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I walked away not free from snags caused by those in authority, but to be free from cruelty to save my spirit against evilness  And injustice in power's grip Tied up by abusive six sprawling  division in command, footsteps no trace, only an echo weeping soul in the dusk! Harsh words dug deeper into my soul— sickening insults to my inner self— a burden carried within the shadowed kingdom. So...

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In a realm where kindness has vanished, Where no light dares to appear, The echoes of darkness reign, Majestic and cruel in their sphere. Sharp tongue, slice like a knife in depth as you speak. A flashy eye glare soothes your skin as you walk past. Words are full of deception, discrimination, hatred of your color, identity as you-a settler in...

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She kept walking—until emotions burst. Weeping, she cried out in a public space, Where no one cared enough to stop or see The woman breaking at the corner of the road. In her sobs, a memory returned: A voice, a message— New beginnings, And a man who stood like a torch of light In the dim glow of night. But greed mocked her, And laughter...

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They seek a label, something to define, Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame. It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame, And whispers lies to mar a spotless shine. No kindness dwells where judgment takes its hold, Where friends alone may pass without a scar. Yet in this night, a quiet strength is bold— A guarded peace...

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voor CINDY ANSONG Je eten is heerlijk de pittigheid en hartige toevoeging naar de schemering is een aangrijpende kreet een gesloten lengte. Als de nek van een giraf uit de wolken die volledig tevreden is Ik slaakte een geschrokken kreet met een DANKJEWEL. ...

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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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