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

There’s a cool little family that lives in the smoke, About which I’ll tell you and it isn’t a joke, They live out in Hackney, the doggy east end, Which is now full of bankers and the money they lend,

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

Selfish and Disrespectful! (If He would’ve only Known) He did the best he could, Sometimes love just isn’t enough, Along with basically a free ride & only his income. Its called love! Some people just don’t get it All he

It is said, that suffering shows the truth. Only the sufferer discovers light of Being. Light contains seven colors. Yet I didn’t manage to catch the Rainbow. It is said, that suffering is, what is True. I know! I know!

The dreams I’ve failed to find Have left holes in my mind And I’m tired of waiting for things to get better As I peer through the glass Those dreams come to pass Like a long forgotten letter The wind

life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.

The Shadow is not me But it is still mine That is why I say to my friends See how long my shadow is Or how short it is Sometimes multiple shadows But when I was growing up I asked

A night very deep, Everyone asleep. An adventurous night, The moon grew wide. The trees were green, Seemed quite like a dream. Held her breath, She walked a little ahead. Heard a roar, A little she broke. Shined his eyes

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust

Today was an ordinary day I was in my bed dreaming the night away, thinking about gold coins with sparkling dots on the side I could see them in my dreams I was sinking into my bed getting deeper into

A beauty at heart is found, Has become a part of my Life, The access to all my worldly activities is you You leaving me is a dreadful thing, Yet,You wished me to be happy, Never said no to your

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

Death is truly traitorous It is highly cancerous; But dealing adventurous With animals herbivorous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly decorous With examples numerous Of behavior scabrous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly glamorous Though itself timorous As

Raining with unseen apples That the many Eves will feed The many other Adams with… Fertile rain for so many revivals Of wonderful heavens, Haunted, still, by the snake Of the same end… Shut up and listen As apples fall

I was dead and knew nothing I had simplicity But no one ever expects The event horizon of life A kind of recording Even though it’s sped up And sped up It retains its legibility Even when it can’t be

It’s like breathing: At odd times you become aware – Not after jogging up seven floors Or escaping an accident With exhilaration, not regret, Those times are givens – Rather existing within a crowd In the audience before a play

The Tainted that makes me abhor, The Torn I cringe at The Sick whom I repugn ,The felon I condemn The sinister I ward off, The corrupt I agonize Are the souls of the ones , Oh surprise! I give

Beautiful Savior calls my name Calling me to be a witness to Him Sharing the joy I have found in The glory and endless joy there is In the promise that comes from Turning to Jesus for hope for my

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some interesting possibilities could

« Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden » [H. Czechowski] At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed In thoughts – you descended from the Observatory to Galileo avenue, and from there to

As within, is without So simple to find that out Are you so pale? Examine every detail Once you are alert Watchful and smart Junk food you intake The law you break Is your guiding voice A terrible choice The

And I won’t cry, When you will come…. Peacefully I would lie, Waiting for my turn…. Don’t hesitate dear,as there’s so much noise, Just concentrate…., and listen to my voice. Though I know,More precious to you I would be…, Than

There is something familiar about the pain Always around always te same. Dull inside ,empty eyes Tired of the worlds lies. Looking at pain uttering a grin Am I lost in my sin? Will this go away? Keeps on coming

Busiprione, klonipin, prazosin and prozac stepford wives vis a vis stimulants offering an emotional uplifting dalliance cathartic against the depredation of panic attacks melancholia and obsessive compulsive disorder bearing down hard against psychological maladies delivering a near ecstatic state of

Gunshots in my breakfast sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup with blue hypnotism dressed for work and away morning air statue still dust of weeks on the candy colored cars moon is full above the rug store a

Freedom is in the air, Freedom is in thy care, free the birds of emotions with love, and see the freedom flow everywhere. . This is the time which is divine, Now no looking back and let’s not confine, They

I am a bird thinking about nothing Seeing this freedom while I’m, well, flying Can’t stop to flap my wings and feel this breeze Seizing this moment like I’m all well freeze I see those mountains soaring to skies, World

When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dead brother on burning ghat. And then on,

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

I was feeling depressed as none paid attention to me I thought best way to get attention is to die & I tried I took out a long rope to hang The rope cut and I fell down I took

The wind whispers to me Do you miss her? I miss her, she is very dear to me What do you miss? Why is she important to you? Whispered the wind as he blew away the leaves in front of

Happiness is Smiling joyfully at a stranger frowning; Making him smile; problems drowning. Happiness is Waving wildly at a high-flying plane Making many feel that we are insane. Happiness is Raising up both our hands to the sky As we

They say love is blind, love is fake, they say it’s a thin line between love and hate, some love is real, some love we make, some love is weak, some love is great, is love a feeling or just