Materialism Poems

When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some

As a society, we have reached the point where vanity has overwhelmed sanity Where we prefer big beds instead of big hearts Where we aim to live in big cardboard boxes, hollow ones Where we choose to take shelter alone

Will you come to the love shop with me and buy me some love? Sell me your jet black heart and I’ll leave you a note, You know the world can be yours if you’d just let me know, Well

I want to fly, I am born to fly, God gave me a soul, which cannot die. I want to fly, I want to cry, I want to experience every emotion, to feel glad and shy. I want to fly,

In a cool blanket of water floating, the expansive green leaf gliding, on a lake serene and shimmering, caressed by the breeze mesmerizing, with tranquility So alluring. A symbol of vastness, a sign of openness, pink and white they float

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany       to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children       (and second oldest heir)       Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications       titled The

I do not display, but am. Where the heart lies. In truth. I try to discover the centre of sorrow and bliss. Life has not given me full text of death. The shadows are larger than real. You will not

My life was full of sorrow Nothing could be solved You made it more narrow I felt more evolved You were there when no one cared Even if it was a stupid emotion The feeling of future, being scared Fell

Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way

Oh woman! Oh mother Abused beaten thrashed facing all torture You are not less than mother nature She gets disfigured scarred by her own Yet once in a while out comes her fury You behind that brave smiling mask From

Beauty, beauty and beauty, This is all what she say; Her trees dance, dance the plants The birds are gay. Her people roam all about Working all the day; They rest at night and never fight, And peace is what

Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,

Well and I can see you clearly in my astro sleep state my third eye is wide awake so you better tread carefully and save your desire for me only or I will turn you into a worthless cornsnake ‘cuz

It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why

On a bright spring morning When water droplets sprinkled garden Is shining with sprouting leaves and fruits I crawl amidst the serene beauty feeding on Anything that tastes fresh on my mouth ‘Coz I am just a baby, but you

Big bust & even big bottom, Mass of horsehair on head, Brazilian weaves precisely, Fake eyelashes, long & thick, Fresh lipstick, inviting lips, Less clothing, leaving little imagination room, Their pack intact, Passport, thick thighs, I phone & strong liver…

To my cocoon I wish to return To the safety of my nest. To the womb that nurtured me Where I had long been in blissful unawareness With eyes shut tight Fists clenched too Yet to feel , see and

The moment tasted like a paradise, The moment you were in, Seventh sky I was on, The moment of the touch of your skin. Heavens are beautiful, you are more, Angels are there, I adore, You’re their queen, you’re worth,

In my heart I can hold you close to me, for in my heart you will never depart I feel the movement of you inside of me, and, wonder how you will be I feel how much we are one,

Colossal memories engulf me, I plunge down deep, Precious bring back my smile, Others do bring back grief. The quantum I did endure, My trampled heart would always pry. Sure nothing stays eternally, No fact hidden in cry! I leap

Like an alligator tending her eggs on tongue, death moves the life on strength of charisma, over reaches for requiem and then distributes the raw moments in subterfuge, we play the game to cheat each other without shame. A red

The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife

There was a time where one once told me There’ll be moment when you’ll be who you’ll be I didn’t know it then but I know it now That sometimes you have to choose between the good and the bad

Lost under the spell you cast on me, Torment me with what was never meant to be, Don’t you see what I see It’s just that you love me. You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure To a disease named love you’re

That fake encounter takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness and terror strikes you when you were looking for the healing torch. Clutching the old rags of history I sit on the pyramid of bones: somewhere the sanity puts up

In the comfort of my room I sit and scribble all the sundry and sometimes seriously on varieties of topic I build my own world of poetry and assume I am the master of philosophy of life and have solution

For you expressed that which touches climax of love Sounds resonant, pours honey in soul, nay above–Say again In utter awe I forgot whether it was acceptance or denial The second sentence of your version my sense’s trial–Say again You

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

Is it near the fringes of the metropolis Concrete, near the shapeless brink of muddy smell, near the unfringed openness where saltish waves begin to kiss? Can it be saved, since it is sadly snarled, crumpled, half-eaten by a warped

Beauty dances on her face She is a flower from beautiful race Graceful gait from face to face No one else be able to trace If you come across in case You may not be able to face Touch Me

Dissolve all your sorrows in the cup of your mind, Stir it with ladle of sweet thoughts, Let the fragrance come out through the words you speak. Serve it on a platter with gentle and encouraging words, That would be

‘Perhaps a person will pick me up and crunch me in the palm into plenty of pieces’ The strong leaf I used to be Had watched others weaken and fall, Being trampled on and drying up Or carried away by

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the

Hatred has grown up to the head I don’t know where it will take Ocean is powerful than its bed All social encounters are fake Still I do believe in chances With the hope love may return I don’t know

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

A home is a place of protection when there are precipitations, a place to cool off from the scorching sun. A place to warm up when it is chilly a place to hide in windy time, a place to seek

Cast your gaze upon this earth; The home of man, And a million others. The days are past, when we wallowed in dirt; Fragile and helpless, prey To nature’s hunters. Observe us now- We thrive in shallow ecstasy; Blissfully unaware

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty

I’ll just stay here, Looking at the clock… Watching as it ticks, Its way second by second, To wherever we are… Because you hurt me then, And you hurt me often… But I will just smile today, Because everything is