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Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
Counseling done before a live audience can never escape from being entertainment, which is sad that it has come down to those levels. Maury, is the worst of those shows.
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Ancient is the planet
Dealing with the ancient cycles of hot and cold
Ancient is how we view ourselves
Our entire species living only a short time
Our ancient selves living even less
in the movies,
everyone’s grave is bloated with flowers
mounds and mounds of vivid, vibrant petals
scream memorials
innocent, gorgeous, precious victims
sweet grandmas or strong mothers
the media is rotting
hiding gluttony for drama
behind bright make up and sexy dresses
they tell men that 'you can do this'
while giving the girls restrictions
those restrictions are named things like manners
You are what made me.
You are what brought me to my knees.
You are what rose above me in triumph.
You are my downfall.
I am what made You.
I am what made You able to tower high above me.
Living, breathing, exposing ourselves to one another,
I wanted more than anything to feel, touch, express
like the others.
The one in my life existed but they didnt,
They could stay up all night with me whereas
First came birth as did we all,
A neutral force guarded by angels.
Outside their influence lingers an evil, some of which we cannot discern.
Two forces in my life have guided me. Two of the three primary colors.
My mind soughtNo politicsOnly a moments thoughtOn labs and lipsticks
Only songs From followed artistsTheir electric prongsTheir truth alarmists
This is for the girls who believe the number on the scale, determines whether they are beautiful or not.
This is for the men who don’t fit in the role of “tough man,” that media portrays them to be.
To the world: "Doomsday strikes," prophets crow, from Fox and Twitter and NPR2012 has come again, An election, but one unfamiliar. "This country needs more unity,"
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Media Era
Taught—to be an Adonis
Instead, became honest
Not a pawn
I see who’s pawning, I want a free mind
Stillborn—Still conscious
Journalism was my focus
But nowadays media stories leave me hopeless
Oh, what a world!
When babies die, innocent lives are slain
A person can shoot up a crowd then plead they're insane
I spoke with a friend yesterday.
And even though we're both white, the police had
never been something that was on my mind because--
Well, everything was okay.
America
How could you?
I trusted you,
I believed in you,
And now with every passing day I weep
As this once great nation is now in shambles.
How could we stray so far
The environment, it is our sacred right;
We live it, we breathe it, but we don’t acknowledge its might.
Burning ourselves alive, we don’t see who’s deprived.
What would you change?
A blind society blessed with vision through knowledge
While screens worldwide buzz and ink splashes on paper
Spreading gossiping,
Hateful,
I get up in the morning because I’m angry
Angry at the world, angry at the people in it
Angry how the color of someone’s skin determines how they’re treated
I understand that you are adhered
between a virtual you
as well as a abstract you
who would of knew that your thoughts
attracted light towards you?
Police…
Hope for quiet…
Someone calls in frightened…
Hoping the law will save the day…
Ten-four!
Mother…
Sends son for milk…
Halfway there silence breaks…
I used to think it was normal
To cry for three hours about nothing.
That it was normal
To think about dying at least once a day.
Paint me perfect on your wall.
Deep wine lips, erase the flaw.
Pearly white teeth that I have always hidden.
You’ll see a smile I view as forbidden.
Intangible and addicting Each day I see it, each day I use itYet when without it I'm restlessWithout it seems nothing will fit
Hi!
I’m a fan.
Or should I say,
I am a breathing sex toy,
screaming ATM machine,
teeny-bopper obsessive drama queen?
I am nothing!
What’s funny is talking about celebrity culture—
She was beautiful
Brighter than the sun
And she was precious
the boy knew she was the one
Beauty queen,
you know her type,
big city dreams
A girl that is up all night
You use racism as a mask to hide your inner desires.
The sheep herders are just liars, but you choose to ignore it.
This looks like rough justice, I need some solace
in this time of distress, riots got me on edge.
Let's make this blunt like some marijuana. People never understand my mental process. How can someone so young have thoughts like these running through heir mind? Youth like me.
Corruption uses those faces
Beautiful faces
Have control in reality and illusion
Spawning death everywhere
We need those pretty faces
That inspire and hypnotize
What color is perfection?
That elusive transcendence from reality
That which demands unnecessary change
I see you, and you are transparent.
I am flesh and bone
I bleed when I am cut open
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Search Engine Status: Filtered.
Search in Images: Beautiful Woman
What you see:
symmetry
exposed skin
blinding perfection
small waists, thigh gaps, perfect features.
What it really is:
GoPro cameras and Selfie Sticks, our ancestors would be horrified.
But it doesn’t matter because fabricated images, and fraudulent stories are glorified.
What’s wrong with putting your best self out there?
iPhone 5s and the conformity has started
Promised not to follow the pack yet I got the Xbox one regardless.
I'm charged to the outlet, with my device in hand
I don't have all the money in the world
Who does?
Money equals beauty? Does it really?
Money only equals greed and a bombastic attitude
I don't have all the money in the world
Who does?
How quickly we come to forget
Those who do not sit with us
Things that don't affect us
For an instant we care
Then we move on
It's been eight whole months...
#BringBackOurGirls
I work and work, I grind and grind,
Go about my day with leaving nothing behind.
I train night and day like there's no tomorrow.
Because the thought of failing fills me with sorrow.
Our Generation is so caught up in showing people what we don't truley have
We put filters on our pictures to cover up the lies that we hide inside
My Instagram profile
is what I choose to show you:
The concert I went to Saturday night,
And my bloody nose from the mosh pit.
Hey,
This is a poem about the media and advertising, and how it has an impact on us.
Enjoy! Feedback welcome.
Cheers,
David
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Breathe in then breathe out
Pitch black
The smell outside
Is the smell of a future
Thrown away into the depths
When you think about change, what do you think about?
Changing yourself, others, your community, the world?
Media has come to make people want to change themselves.
It picks at people and publicizes every little mistake.
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
No.
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
Gems and Dimonds
and most of the lot
are smeared and bruised
by life's dirty plots
so thus we gems
so thus we diamonds
work from dust
to bring new light
we are not perfect
Girls.
Overpriced makeup. It
Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
they look at her with big bright eyes
little do they know she rages inside
they look at her like she's an angel sent from above
little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
The world is full of hate
drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know
women are starving
to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create
children are bullied
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,
To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.
The media shows us that we are inferior,
That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
Remember not everything you see is what truly was.
Remember not everything you hear is what occured.
Remember not everything that someone else has,
Is the truth of reality.
Our eyes were once open, and now are closed shut.
At that moment we got the notion that our freedom was stolen a problem arose.
There's one person walking down the road,
and another person walks up behind this person,
and assaults him.
Then the police step in.
They find the culprit, and reveal the information
Verse 1:
We taint the air with idle words
Cause sticks and stones hurt the most
What’s a jab to the bird?
What’s a duel to a roast?
Shoot….
What do you look like? Where are you?
How do I know it's you? Did I do it right?
When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?
You are more than this.Than glamour magazines.Than women on the runway.Than girls at the makeup counter.
My Generation
Oh my sweet generation
What has become of us
SHALLOW SOULS
Unconsciously submerging ourselves into this deep hole
A hole called society
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
A life of a cell without a living cellis not much of a happy life at all.You humans make my life a living hellEvery time you slip and make me fall.
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child
Certain People deserved to be heard
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
Still like water, in the shade of palms
Beneath the arms, of a desert sun
This soul is calm, with the frequencies
Of the cosmos, flowing through me
Blue sky across rough horizon
Endless are these dry oceans
Singers, celebrities, artists,
Concerts, shows, events…
Famous or unknown,
Advocates or critics,
Succeeds or failures.
The importance of promotion,
Right management and development.
I love the media.
It’s interesting
and fun
and keeps us all connected,
on one page.
But don’t get me wrong…
I don’t enjoy the propaganda,
the mendacious ads and suffocating numbers,
People hurt people. People hurt eachother because they've been hurt by people. People killing eachother over people, afraid to love because the pain caused by people.
5'8
107 Pounds
23" waist
Yes I'm SKINNY
Does my outer appearance bother you?
I'm happy with my body rather you like it or not.
All you are worried about is TITS and ASS.
God teaches us love,
Compassion,
Grace,
Honesty,
Patience,
God shows us love,
That we are all treasures,
That we are worth sacrifices,
That we are all perfect in His eyes,
What would I change...?
A whole hell of alot if you ask me....
Why is the melanine in one's skin persecuted?
Why are people hate for their sexuality?
Why are people considered aliens...?
Days change, seasons change
We age
Minds grow hormones flow
We rage
Images, false images enough is enough
Display something real
What’s the point of touch ups?
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
Clickity-clack
The hands do smack
Over keyboards of our Macs
Tweeting our bros back.
Shorts up ya butt.
Praised is the slut.
The preppies want the purebreds,
Let’s go to the dawn of creation
Where god shaped the nation
To roam free and revel in his creation,
Molded by his hand he gave man,
A world,
A garden,
A sea,
Wealth, it's such an illusion. Seeing it on TV causes us confusion. The rich sitting and doing nothing but indulging in luxuries. Never revealing the hard work put into their companies. Every effect has a cause.
A journalist at heart
A product of creativity,
A journalist at heart,
My canvas is the TV.
No one can pull us apart.
An earpiece and a microphone,
My other kinds of friends,
clickclickclickclick
goes the key board as i sip my morning tea.
Spiling, gushing ,spewng my deepest trauma and heatache.
My therapy, your guilty pleasure.
The best job, if you ask me, is that of a writer.
I'm back, but I'm falling apart
I'm back, but I'm lacking the heart,
That I need to keep movingAnd what do I think I'm proving? Starving for attentionReceiving it in the form of tension,
Steel rafts of ocean hands
Pearl into icy depths
Piercing through its smooth skin
Breaking the shocks of energy
Through thick blue
I once was
A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare
The devil on my back
Crawled in my head
All that matters Is a pretty face
A plastic society’s vulgar taste
Starve yourself till you are thin
Repeat this process over again
I am too chubby,
You can see that girl's ribcage,
And she's too normal.
I wear boot-cut jeans,
That one's in booty shorts,
And she only wears skirts.
Society claims
I pledge allegianceto the mediaof the United States of Americaand to the partyfor which it speaksan entire nationunder the influenceuninformedwith propaganda and deception for all.
what if there were no mirrors
and she didn't turn on the television
mesmerized by fluttering fake eyelashes
and airbrushed cheekbones on cloud nine
she wouldn't touch her reflection
Raise your hand,If you’ve ever wondered whyPeople like you are rarely seenIn shows and movies.
Sick and tired of the glares and grimaces
Because I look different than the rest
I could look just like them; painted faces
Be this your occupation
Or unholy mutilation
We walk the earth in unity
United in our scrutiny
I’m an abomination to this domestication society creates in women everyday
I create my own flow to my own voice in ways that create mini earthquakes
“Can I have that to go?
But why do I ask?
Time doesn’t go slow,
And I have no better task.
But we are always running,
Away to better things.
Our aversion is stunning,
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
What is this nation coming to?
What are “We the People” gonna do?
People are going out of their way to be known.
If you wanna be cool then you need an iPhone.
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.
Plastic brains are statistic,
I woke up this morning with a smile on my face
I love being able to tell myself it'll be okay
Even though last night was nothing but a mess
I was able to wake up this morning with no stress
Here I am, Just Another
Walking around just like any other
Bounded by the lies I'm told
Growing sad, as I grow old
Here I am, Just Another
Grasping words of big brother
He flies, they always catch him.
He flies, why did they fail?
He flies, now alone.
He lands, they lie at his feet as the rain falls.
He rises again soaring the skies, the robin of his mother's dreams.
When it is between white and color it's all over the news,
But when its black against black it gets no views!
This is normal just like sinners behind pews.
How is the stench of dead boys on the streets nothing new?
Oh. Thick girls?
They are better than Big girls.
Big girls are like big.
Thick Girls are just better
Said everyone.
Big girl
Big girl
No loves you they said, lose weight they tell me
Shit I Can't Say To My Teacher really should be Shit I'm Not Supposed To Say To My Teacher
There's an everlasting system of authority that makes it impossible for me to ask questions
Brainwash the children of the nation
with songs by Drake
omg becky look at her butt
you only live once
dripping with misogyny
stupid sayings
strangle our minds into believing
Remember that day you felt you could never compare
That feeling that life just couldn't be fair
Remember the tears that flooded your eyes
That feeling that life is a pile of lies
This girl who is she?
What is her means ?
She has been throrugh alot
Alot of things you have never seen.
They say she's jamaican but is that all to her ?
She seems that she has something else to offer.
"I like a long-haired, thick red bone", he saysas he yanks her, drags her, and spreads her legs.Her mouth is sewn shut, but her body screams, "more!"because her man on the screen showers her in Gucci and Couture.
an army of the ugly, charged with structured thought, taught to teach brands upon our brainsmarch through our minds to master our imagination, mocking mother earth's memory of the
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
I admit that I hate I'm feeling alone...
Checking for texts with every second,
But the black covers my phone.
It doesn't light up every minute
Like my sister and my mom's
So I keep waiting here, here
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
We're so Starving.
Looking in the mirror, mistaking what we see for what we believe
Knowing the media makes billions of off billions of insecurities.
Humans on their knees, ashamed to feed
I love listening to old school music,
Admiring the sound of Jazz,
I would love if rappers would finely use it,
Making music that sweetly whispers to my soul,
I wish that was the main goal,
F**k the old me, I’m the new me, a past life full of groupies/
Controlled by tv and movies, "b***hes and money" is what I need, see my greed?/
Sex was to join the cool kids, sit at their table, and power enabled/
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions.
Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.
Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free.
Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
Models are tens, are dressed to the nines,
Sneak away with photographers behind closed blinds.
Silhouettes pinch at the waist,
like the skin on their face, too tight to relax
Enraged, I, glancing to you-ward—
in effect noticing your depravity,
Tasting your terrible toxin within—
I feel at enemy with my servant,
My throng of entertainment.
The buzz you issue does not retain
Camera, cameras, flash. Click, Click, snap. The people all stare but it’s my job not to care.
She tells me I’m pretty, he tells me I’m fine. But it’s always there, in the back of my mind.
Look at society and see the reflection in the mirror isn’t finished.All because you weren't "blessed" to meet the criteria of the "image"-
Straight teeth, long hair, size zero waist, 20/20 vision.
Chain me up and my actions follow the pattern
Thinking freely becomes a problematic matter
Breaking free from labels becomes unease
Your self doubt is for the world to feed
Our thoughts is for us to own and probe
This just in:
a family went hungry last night,
a woman died of breast cancer,
and a child was hit by a drunk driver.
In other news:
overpopulation, global warming, AIDS,
"I pledge allegiance to the magazines of the United States of America,
and to the "Skinniness" for which it stands, one model, under Media, dependant, with biasness and
happiness for some."
I will remain silent
Just as soon as I get this off my tongue
Let me tell you
That I’m not the one
To conform
To the social norms
Set by society
I’ve been in poverty
Reach that limit
Watch the birds fly above in complete aw
Take the time to move yourself the way the man above planned you to move
Just Take That Time!
My reflection stares back in pity
I reject it
And then it hit me;
The truth is
No matter how much they sell
My legs won’t grow and my lips won’t swell
My cheekbones won’t rise
There is something creeping over us.
Demeaning, disrespectful and dangerous.
We sense it, yet feed it.
Taking over our lives.
Fake, cynical, and wasteful.
It’s an addiction that grows.
Women.
The evolution has changed drastically.
First there were role models, then there were icons
But now a red sole defines one as her majesty.
From the likes of Sojourner to Rosa
That Dominique Venner’s death
hedged the American conscious
comes as little surprise.
Still,
we might as well appreciate the headlines,
which survived a half-day
within the modern stream of techno-news
Feelings. internal
Expressions. external
The vastness of the mind. immeasurable
All the reason why. Unfathomable
How do you begin understand something. Untamed
How do you understand your self. Deranged
In the beginning,
There was a God for all
A fierce parent
Loving and righteous.
But men bent him
In their own image-
A lily-white God with blond hair
Fair and beautiful
And biased.
Blindly, we follow and nod our heads to the beat.
Lyrics are nonsense when music is an industry.
Nobody wants to think.
Nobody wants to learn.
We defer to the media to dictate our concerns.
I feel strong
But I feel weak
I feel proud,
Yet I feel bleak
I feel gorgeous
And grotesque
I feel pretty
When I’m dressed
I see fair girls
But I wonder
Are they really
I wanna be the bitch in the media.
I wanna be shallow and have power
I wanna have the power to tell girls they’re inadequate
I wanna fuck up self esteems, hurt feelings, kill dreams
The media controls how beauty is defined,
He may be a follower, or he may be left behind.
I give you the test, the one that tells in time,
How you may be judged, or aren't right in the mind.
How am I supposed to know?
Cultures vary
Numerous interpretations
What’s considered deviant
Or acceptable vary
By cultural perspective
Read to hell.
What a strange school of thought…
A sort of road as well.
Double cheeseburger and a beer, both bought
Because of an ad in a magazine:
Reading as consumers, like we are taught.
Like an Eskimo, I wear many layers
I am kept hidden away
Safe from discovery or attack
Each layer represents insecurity
I put on more layers
I want to stay hidden
Unnoticed
I wish that I didn’t have to tell you how beautiful your body is.
I wish that the world would shout about the beauty in the map of your skin.
The freckles, stretch marks, bumps and scars
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
The time passes by
unnoticed is it leaving so fly
it happens so quickly
like the change that happens in or world
from friends to enemies
Is it because we are not alike
why?the media changes who we are
I'm what?!?
Oh you say i'm weird
as in erie, different, or abnormal, right?
Does it bother you....
you know, that i'm not like you or your crew
Am i offending you?
Well sorry to hear that!
Memories
Time to dance. London
Beckoned songs about sins
Not tragedies.
Written by Mona Lisa
Always money and hurricanes.
Build God and thank God for nails
For breakfast.
when I was in high school learning to take the tenets
of journalism like the sacraments of Christ
we learned a wealth of rules;
some matter more than others
but
I must have missed the day
When my mobile phone buzzes,
I am wide-awake and in anticipation.
I need to see what somebody did
In relation to my life.
Somebody has interacted
With me.
I matter.
I have made an appearance
Everything used to be so black and white
Suits that men wore, the color on a T.V. screen,
The photographs that took hours to print.
But so were the beliefs of our countrymen.
It was either black or white—no gray area.
All gathered around
Our curse the plasma bright screen
Our entertainment has changed
All from Satellite
From one network to more
The H.D. black box
Who started this trickery?
This ever shrinking waist
There is no debate
That skin and bones is not why men fantasize
But you say and you starve
Perfection is what you are aiming for
Clothes in the front
like the word wealth
my true nature is hidden
behind
Digital image or lyrical gimmicks
The fiddler collects winnings
when the starved jack pots
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