"socialise" poems
***Imagine what would happen if suddenly
All of our technology just vanished?***
I know that most think
Life would become serene and peaceful
With socialisation and healthy leisure
All year round
But if we stop and truly picture
This new world
What we will see
Is chaos and confusion
With no understanding of how
To socialise besides our
Digital devices
And with no clue how
To yield a bat and ball.
Beyond this our drone-like minds
Wouldn't be able to comprehend
How to read or draw
Magical talents belonging to
An older world.
How pitiful existence is
With all of our life force
Being ****** into these gadgets
And how truly unlucky
For the new generation
As all their talents and mind are wasted.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
You're tweeting
Texting
Face Timing
Whatsapping
SMSing
Facebooking
Skyping
Yet you seem to disconnect yourself from the authenticity of the present
She, he, them, us- are all gone
Congratulations on your 'social media'
Because now the only thing you can really socialise with, is nothing
So think about the next time you decide to choose social media
Are you willing to risk it all in return for a like, comment or message on a screen?
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
It's such a quaint notice to understand
The very point on why Friendships are made
And you in Cheer, though Special beforehand
Was just a Concern I had to obey
This thrice on Crop's Best; And opened before
Such that Stubborn Mules fail to socialise
They only eat grass - aloof and demure
And a Good Partner most unqualified
We shared the News once. That a Good Exchange
Of Certain Facts the Telly won't disclose
How frustrating when we need a wide range
And once we did just adds to our Remorse.
Freakish Things they are, Roaches in the Brain
Unless we sweep this, infest they remain.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
Connection involves a reciprocal flow where being detaches from nothingness into an inseparable unity.
So, let us acknowledge the colours and feel the vibrations as they transcend the parameters of compartmentalism, into an infinite and unified whole.
Attempts continue to socialise us into the abyss of perceptual bankruptcy with materialistic carrots where the fabric is truly frayed despite plausible and intellectual argument.
So, I want to talk with you as we swim in deep rivers of generational statements, which are released from the conglomerate of necrotic unions. I raise my glass to realms which lie beyond tangible and finite chords.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Here's the story told to me about our glorious infantry.
Louts,rapscallions,friends battalions
arm in arm and full of glee
marching off to join the infantry.
In the rear lines drinking fine wines,hock,moselle,some burgundy
and some drinking ginseng flavoured tea from some far flung idea of Empire
while only half a mile along the road the whole world was on fire,
were the fat arsed generals with their horses, waiting on their second courses,
crepes and franzipans and to a man they didn't care that the war was waiting there,
'let the ******** wait',they'd say,
after all that was the gentlemanly way.
The bullets striped us left to right and falling into our own falling ***** we'd call for mum and dad
aye lads
aye lads
war is bad
but for the buggers at the rear who never so much as once came near the sound of a gun,
war was fun a chance to socialise,
society is full of lies and leaders they were not.
But death's got their number on his shell,they'll soon be joining us in hell,
so ****** them and sod the lot
were in a spot,we'll not get home,splintered bone and mangled limb and corporal thinks it's still a sin to swear
well ****** him as well,we no longer care.
As we share a final smoke,Johnny tells his favourite joke about three generals and some place called,but I forget the punch line as the time has come for one more bullet,one more gun and silence.
In Croydon,Roydon and North of Watford Gap,families are spoon fed some wholesome krap from drip fed Sergeants,battle,shield and argent,honour King and all the other little things that the senselessness of death brings home.
Let them keep their fields filled full with glory,we know the ***** **** filled story,
war is bad
war is bad
I'm glad that I cant fight no more.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:32 AM UTC
i get bored of using websites
with only strangers on them,
it's like trying to be a stage-fright
actor imitating statues,
it's almost but a too
clear bewilderment;
i wonder why the internet was never
intended for the sole purpose of
bureaucracy, trading, banking,
and all those social requirements,
the dark side of the internet isn't
the dark web as such, it's the oddity
of using the internet to socialise,
the hindering, the crutch, when otherwise
all benefits of the internet have
proven effective, for example?
the shrinking diversity of the high street;
large and accessible world,
yet no community in the vicinity,
and then friendships 12 hours apart,
and then you step onto the streets of suburbia
and death's grinding grip of things,
because, let's face it, the bright lights
and constant social engagements will only
appreciate you for as much time as necessary
to feel over-confident and then you're
easily recyclable - and then the pre cemetery:
suburbia.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
(Before you read this, this is only applicable to my experience, I'm not judging you if this is still your life; it's written more because it was my life and I wasn't living.)
At the time I thought it helped me socialise,
now it’s no surprise I look through anti-social eyes;
supplied with a look over the shoulder guise.
Bored of chasing a broken prize, smoke n lies
I chose to thrive, pry open these permanently closing eyes.
It was the bane of my existence,
now my resistance is high instead of me.
I better be the best pedigree of I.
Instead of the guy flying with eyes far from wide
spying those that despise trying to get inside my mind,
to find they aren't real. Addicted no longer,
uplifted, higher than leaves can carry,
now you’re green with envy while I parry
back your attacks and crack on.
I blow-back your slow trap and reflect upon your affliction
I’m best without your friction on my lungs,
now I’m cutting you with the diction from my tongue,
no grinder. Now my mind’s up to speed,
no amphetamine, no dependency,
it certainly seems that I’m living better than I could ever dream.
I’m an evergreen standing steady for centuries.
At the time I thought it helped me socialise,
now it’s no surprise I look through anti-social eyes;
supplied with a look over the shoulder guise.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
Human in thinking, doing and being
absorb, resist and learn
explore, try and teach
tolerate, effect and apt
dream, play and appreciate
choose, empathise and endure
protect diversity, past and future
destroy, interfere and absolve
observe, savour and respect
relaxing, changing and evolving
feel, laugh and cry
theorise, invent and engineer
aspire, educate and archive
navigate, articulate and embody
socialise, protest and survive
be mortal, resilient and dependable
shape, fill and transform
lead, serve and follow
make life worth living
Love to be a human
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
The man alone sat in the restaurant
as people talked about him.
Somehow he had become a real loner
nobody talked to him.
He never spoke to anybody close by
losing the will to try.
The man alone had not always been like this
he'd been married twice.
Blessed with four children and socialised
yet lacked something.
He was not considered a long term friend
lacking a chemical blend?
The man alone began to feel more depressed
watching others socialise.
What lay ahead the past didn't cheer him up
questioning his purpose.
Isolation was becoming more of an issue
his future not even he knew!
The Foureyed Poet.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
Splinters, blisters.
Losers, winners.
Saints and sinners.
"Come in for dinner" s
It's where we learned to socialise.
Our very own sovereign land
zero politics
and conflicts always solved
hand to hand.
Loud junctions juxtaposed
against our little corner of paradise
motorists peering in when they stop at that red light.
Ringing on doorbells, buzzing on intercoms
The anticipation
to hear whether your friend was home or not.
Colourblind kids with the most vivid sight.
Retrieving footballs under parked cars
was the extent of our plights.
I didn't know where the world would take us
or the type of people it would make us,
but something I learned from a young age
is that the rest of the world isn't like
Gooseacre.
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
When I was five Miss M sat the Chinese
new girl next to me and I made a face.
Miss gave a sharp look like: empathy please,
an ethnic discriminates against race?
Even as a child I squirmed at being
cast as Other. I wanted to be with
the anglo kids. The natural fleeting
first impression of a child who writhes
at injustice. I was conditioned to
socialise and be protector of those
who I didn't want anything to do
with. The brash Anglo kids I suppose
were oblivious and weren't burdoned by
ideas too mature for them. Ah equality.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Not since the plasmic glow of the Inflationary period,
When the glorious Universe could be held in the palm of your hand,
Has the Light prevailed;
Ever-after, the Darkness has gained increasing **********
Forget those globular perturbations coalescing into Galaxies;
Forget, too, the denser gases igniting into radiant stars;
The cold, dark space-time only retreats temporarily - and grows all the while.
The expanding Universe acts to isolate the Light,
And the Darkness is patient enough to await its ultimate victory.
When Matter has run its race,
And complex Life is a distant echo;
When atoms and molecules haven't the Energy to socialise,
Then the Darkness will swallow the Light for good.
The Universe will be dark and dead -
And God will cease to exist.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
When festivals are in town
I certainly feel down
I too want to flaunt
But memories haunt
Avoiding to socialise
Stay away from noise
Choose to be alone
In my way own
Once life of a party
It is all now history
I wish i could mingle
But still remain single
Unexplained rejections
Shocking deceptions
Friends turned back biter
One lone fighter
Embarrassing moments
Negative judgments
Their unkind acts
Willful neglects
Loss of self esteem
Intentional demean
Turn the spirits off
Made me cut off
Couldn't fill the void
Hence the festivals i avoid
Although I never revenged
But now i am changed!
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
I'm sorry I'm not as outgoing
I'm sorry I don't like to
go outside everyday
I'm sorry I don't agree to plans
I'm sorry I don't socialise a lot
I'm sorry I'm self-conscious
I'm sorry I prefer to stay at home
I'm sorry I feel unsafe
I'm sorry people intimidate me
I'm sorry I think people are suspicious
I'm sorry if I am too selfish to accept the fact that we've moved
The list will go on but who has time?
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I changed
(c.r)
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I thought and I set of what life is to me
Actually! I have a dream
I have a dream to open doors and let my wishes in to survive
I anxiously and I urge to make my life valuable and let the past be
I have a dream, a dream to socialise
I have a dream, a dream to express my talents, to society yes.
I have a dream, a dream to brighten my future, to society yes.
I have a dream, a dream to handle challenges and let my heart love and care
Acquire the ability and stabilise the requirements of my thoughtful senses and hopes
Resemble the minds of those who heal and let me breath out disgrace to suit grace
I have a dream, a dream to diversify
I have a dream, a dream to successful life
I have a dream, a dream to see and individual stand and say,
because of you, I've build an empire
because of you, I never give up
because of you, I'm singing a song
and I say, thank you
thank you for making me believe
thank you for building trust in me
thank you.
I have a dream.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
It's my day at home today
And people ask what I will do
But I turn to them and tell them
That I really do not know
Well I'll wake up in the morning
Feeling like I've had no rest
And the fear that lies within me
Will rise and constrict my chest
But I'll stand up and be counted
I'll work hard, I'll try my best
And if you're lucky then I might even get dressed.
It's my day at home today
Some people say I work too much
But if they want me to socialise
Why don't they keep in touch?
Still I'll sit at home and surf the web
And text them from my room
And I'll look at pictures on the net
Of people on the moon
Sing **** the ashcloud with Miss Palmer
She'll be Mrs Gaiman soon
And if you're lucky then I might just pen a tune.
It's my day at home today
And people ask me why I'm here
I say that's because I have no plans
I play my life by ear
But it's doing me OK so far
I'm living with it well
Even if sometimes it can feel like
A flaming pit of hell
Still I'm learning and I'm trying
Poking out beneath my shell
And if you're lucky and you're good then I won't tell.
It's my day at home today
Sometimes people ask me why
I shut myself in yet seem so strong
And never, ever cry
And I tell them that I'm happy
And that's why I don't look sad
And I try my best to help them out
When they are feeling bad
But they don't know what I cannot say
That I've been driven mad
And if they're lucky then they will not understand.
It's my day at home today
And some people ask me why
I prefer to sit behind a screen
And watch the world go by
I say the phantom of the opera
Composed in a secret place
For he never wished the light of day
To fall upon his face
Even if I'm sat behind a pane
I'm running my own race
And if you're lucky I might let you keep the pace.
It's my day at home today
And people ask what I will do
But I'll turn to them and tell them
That it all depends on you.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
unfastidious relief
my throat burns
like a midnight afterglow
crystallised
in fleeting harmony
jaded reflux
relishing
in others memory
piecing the night together
from bed
from outside windows
under cars
and in apertures
tiptoeing on one foot
drinking my third segment
of tonight
black, snotty wine
drying in blue
destroying my thirst
and cracking my lips
i tumble onward
stewing in false pretense
irregular
unimportant conversation
fabricated
pissy and *********
struggling to capsize
their ego
finding oneself
in black bin bags
filled with a need
to socialise
for the sake of it
my bones are empty
the road bends
and my back is wet
first one to
go home tonight
is dead
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
*Entitled one might feel
To attention yours
Inability to grasp
Just too evident
The idea itself
Of getting attention undivided
Is wrong at its core
Objectifies you it does
This wish to possess
It demeans you so much
Patriarchy and dominance
Just seem to be oozing all over the place
You are free
Free to associate free to socialise
Free to live your life
The way you like
Can empathise with the seeker
The world moulds people in that way
But still reason it is not
To shackle yourself
Even after all this
I just can't discard the thought
Only if you could be mine*
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
Most of the people in my story
Have disappeared
into a far away mist
There are only a few I can say
I genuinely miss.
One in particular
That I wouldn't if I could
Because altho paradise has faded
She is the thing which made paradise good.
Decades have passed and I still
drag my cross
Thru the quicksand
Dreaming of when it was held high
in the clear sky
By Wendy Ann
Too many people invited into our life
Took away what life is
Too many people hearing too many secrets
To socialise with
Too many displays of vulnerabilities
(Or is that too many self-protecting excuses?)
Most of my life I've pretended to accept things
\but memories hold too many tombs
Of relationships blending over
To loss of dreams.
I'll never return to Utopia
However, I experienced it so intimately
I can rotate fiction to fact
But I wouldn't believe that
If a miserable monument of pain
Sold me it.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Nowadays, I am a particularly content person.
I write, I study, I watch, I socialise (but only on Wednesdays)
and I am alone.
I have officially finished with the nasty business of a relationship, in fact, I don't think I'm relationship material at all.
All in all, I'm okay with where I am in life.
But at night,
I have to close my bedroom door.
I have to close it as soon as I turn out the lights, so the ghosts of my past regrets don't come sneaking in and come creeping into my head while I sleep.
I must keep them out of me, it's not my fault you see.
I tried so hard to help them all but I'm not as strong as I seem.
I accept my life of sin and solitude.
I'm happy this way, honestly, it's the truth.
You have to believe me, you must.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Its getting harder to laugh a while
Its getting harder to happily smile
Its getting harder to put on a mask
Its getting harder to just walk past
Its getting harder to go socialise
Its getting harder to look into their eyes
Its getting harder to see the right choices
Its getting harder to ignore the voices
Its getting harder to keep secrets up my sleeve
Its getting harder to find reason to live
Its getting harder to not submerge
Its getting harder to suppress the urge
Its getting harder to say “I’m alright”
It’s getting harder to see the light
Its getting harder to run after
Its getting so.
much.
darker.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Men and women around the globe
Mothers, grandmothers and aunts
Fathers, grandfathers and uncles
All parents from all over the world
I have written this poem to state
Simple facts about children
That have been dismissed
With a wave of a hand
Or ignored with a turning of heads
Children sometimes need space
Don't tell them to socialise
All of the time
They need a break
Just to be on their own
They don't need to do things
All of the time
Sometimes they want to rest
Or to simply do nothing
Don't go at them about everything
Sometimes they can't help it
Things can be unpredictable
Like hurricanes or death
Help them when they need it
Not every time
They'll never know how to do it
All on their own otherwise
How do I know this?
I am a child
I was a child
I will always be a child
I know that you need space
That you need a break
That you need to have an escape
From the world sometimes
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC