Society Poems | Examples of Society Poetry

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So...

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huh! they say progress I see no more progress I would like to express...

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My thoughts drift away to a time where children played in the streets, and lemonade stands stood on the corner in the heat of day, and ice cream trucks could play their gleeful tunes that brought children running, and running children were happy, and happy didn't mean wealthy, and the wealthy didn't rule the world. And everyone's word was considered by...

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Future Modern Society Future modern new society. Where is it? This exists, just invisible yet Sometimes the development of possible and expected events is hindered by negative factors We are late, and the life of our planet is slowly running out. We are destroyers We dig...

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When the cold winds blow And the hostile natives are restless It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee And cut your losses. What is there to push back on, after all, But the bitter taste Of someone else’s resentment; The mighty wind of their off-gassing. The world is wild and cruel Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors When dog eats dog possesses...

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Letting all the liquid courage Fuel my will through searching of forage....

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A New Society Eras, centuries, and histories have disappeared New social systems are emerging and disappearing But it all disappears, is destroyed, is forgotten. Time is a killer ...

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Have we erased the line Between right and wrong Have we fused the line Between short and long Have we jumped the line Between ping and pong Have we drawn the line Between weak and strong Have we crossed the line I don’t know the difference Between right and wrong I don’t know the difference Between short and long I don’t know the difference Between ping and pong I don’t...

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I don't think about Tr*** often I don't like to My guess is a third of you are at this time ticked triggered troubled torn turned off or tickled Avery few feel that tripled in spades And the rest have buckled up in a mingled mess of confusion curiosity or careless concern Take your pick Only the most humble learn their lessons anyway, and earn a table at the hearts of the yearning We're...

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The Sea of Tranquility gives rise to a parasitic plague, Colonizing mechanical machines grinding, Robotic arms frantically fabricating an inhospitable habitat. Plumes of blackened smoke drift off into zero gravity— A profuse profanity birthing intergalactic implosions. Forfeited steel domes replace a once-pristine satellite, Whilst humanity, like vultures, journeys to...

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They say "use your voice" But when I did, they turned away. They say, "just listen" But never asked what I'd say. They urged, "spread the word" But never considered what they were spreading....

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When they look at her, They don’t know what she’s going through, And they don’t know how close she is to breaking. When they judge her, They don’t know that she already hates herself, And they don’t know that she’d give anything to change. When they laugh at her, They don’t know that she just wants to be loved, And they don’t know...

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Seeking Answers from within, Staring into its reflection, The projection of my eyes, Creating what's lying inside, So that I can enjoy this ride, As I slide down into you, Riding along sharing my view, Excited to see what you do, With the body you built for me, Evolving through Adaptability, Trusting when you couldn't see, Everything was meant to be, The good bad and ugly, All a...

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Freedom ~ an inked kingdom of macabre mirrors, a vermiform lie veiling the vehement suffering amidst serpent estuaries, surging within strangled skin, as if I am the living sin, jinxed by the crawling creatures in the lamented labyrinth of deceitful dreams, inhaling venomous vapors rising from the cursed creeks that failed to caress the brittle bones of delirious dawn, where the nocturnal owl sits, phasing stellar phantoms on tattered twigs, oblivious to...

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My heart cries no, no, please no AI - my brain gets cramps, I can hear it sigh. My fears shiver and my soul does cry. All AI feels wicked and viscous, bound to erase potential in us. No more striving to accomplish much - we'll be ghosts of our past human touch. In such a world, I would not belong. Wrong is...

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