Poems About Society Novels & Stories

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

Sociable, friendly and normal. It's funny how the society takes things for granted. Views the world from a pinhole and believes that what they see, what little they see is enough and the absolute truth. Oblivious of the shadow that looms behind. A side that only few get to see or rather get to endure. The truly honest ones are a distaste because they don't hide what they are. A crime if they don't because other's are not doing so. How dare they be careless to not be what others are? Not what is usually accepted and seen so often in the society. How dare they not be normal? Such a shame that it had to be her.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

he asked, interested in my presentation; at least he looked interested. " Lately, the environment that we live in is slowly going into extinct. What I mean is, most if not all poets rather write poems about love or other factors if life, forgetting the location where all other factors take course. The few poems written about the environment, are not even written well. So I decided to bring that to notice." I answered, earning a wide smile from the other orators. " Well what are you waiting for? Dive in." the chairman said, smiling to his team.

As she was lost in her world, he murmured, “There are other girls, ladies, and women like me out there with the same stories. Instead of having their house or settlement to live in, they are deserted to the street plus, insulted by society by the ditching they received from their family. I wish I could build them a house where they all shared the same story but had a different world to live in, where they could hide these torturing under the earth of the house. I wish there was something I could do for them……”

But then, you have made your mark Amongst men and taken your place In the history of man on earth,' she ended, blowing out a deep breath. 'Wow… What a long interesting poem!' she exclaimed silently. 'But by Jove, God willing, you shall be conquered and fettered; your seeming insurmountability notwithstanding,' she repeated. 'I like these lines best.' She paused. 'I really pray that the cure for AIDS will be discovered. It's really ravaging man.' Nneoma turned to the next page and read the title of the following poem. 'Love in exile.' She frowned a bit and read slowly.

The point of the story seemed to be that no matter where you go, there will always be problems. "Huh," Jacquard said, examining the illustration. " It is definitely the same character. Can you tell me anything else about it? " A little over a thousand year ago, when wars and crime were finally being stamped out by humanity, there was a movement that said humanity would always have problems. They took the key- Slapping Slizzard as their symbol or mascot. They claimed that making a perfect society was a mistake, that humanity would be more vulnerable to bad things actually if everyone got out of the habit of struggling with evil and poverty and oppression."

Inclusive and diverse work environments were cultivated, recognizing that different perspectives and experiences were vital for innovation and adaptability. Society as a whole became more resilient and compassionate. People embraced empathy and understanding, recognizing that everyone's journey was unique. They supported each other through times of change and uncertainty, creating a sense of community and collective strength. Social and cultural norms evolved, fostering inclusivity, equality, and justice for all.

Until vulgar mobs and cultural vultures alike withdraw from sacred spaces marrying HER high calling, I shall remain a granite foundation upholding just order. Come exquisite dawn, we might lay down shields and turn spears to pruning hooks when poets replace politicians at civilization's true helm. But tonight yet another long watch yawns bleak as mortality itself. Would that my staunch fraternal duty might end allocated to madmen and sycophants instead! Would justice be served by adding my heavy tether to the strangling webs called order binding majority to slow misery? Somewhat souls should never walk too near ambition’s ruthless flames we well learn scorching. Mine instead cries out for gr

It was because of this that Hillary was momentarily speechless. Pamela took out a cigarette for women, lowered her head and lit it. "Hillary, this world is very real. For people like us, who are neither rich nor poor, stuck in the middle, we may feel happy compared to those below us, but compared to those at the top of the pyramid, we are just poor people." "Society was very utilitarian, talking about emotions cannot be solely about emotions." "You were right." Pamela looked out of the car window and Hannah was still inside the store, not leaving. "If I could, I would also wish to be Hannah."