Today what is in fashion is passion, love is on ration with a shortage on compassion
Marketed sex with people sold as objects reflects valuing only what they have on their decks
The gold in their hold never extolled pleasure served hot soon turns cold and growing old does mold
In a throw away world the shiny seductive is unfurled but it tarnishes and to the garbage is hurled
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A powerful critique of a culture that often confuses passion and physical attraction with genuine love and compassion. I like especially the comparison between the way people and relationships can be treated as commodities and the way disposable consumer goods are valued, used, and eventually discarded.
Thank you Soheil your words are most appreciated my friend. Yes love or passion has been sold for millennia by form of dowry. Today it is marketed in other ways.
You are welcome. I agree—the ways in which love and passion are commodified may have changed over time, but the underlying idea is certainly not new.
When things that should matter no longer do, it makes me wonder if poems and poetry are among the throw-away variety of stuff. 🕊️🙏
Thank you Cryptic for your bent on this poem and yes that is a valid question and why more people tune in to tic toc than poetry.
Lust, perhaps the greatest messenger or our present times? I just posted a rhyme on this too!
Thank you Mutley for the review yes I read it and find it interesting how many of us seem to be on the same wave length. I appreciate your input my friend
a perfect summing up my friend
Thanks so much for the read and comment Norman as always most appreciated my friend
most welcome
This has a sharp, cynical pulse, taking aim at a culture that markets desire while starving people of damn compassion. The rhyme drives the argument forward like a machine, and the final image of shiny people becoming disposable trash hits hard.
Thanks my friend for the review and comment of support it is deeply appreciated
Seems like you’ve been outside lately… great poem elder
Thank you Demar your reads are always most appreciated
Good write SB.
Thank you my friend I truly appreciate your visits
Love is 50 dollars, lust on the other hand, now that's a 100 dollars for sure.
Tax deductable in some countries.
It is weird, but every time you buy something, it becomes yesterdays object, and that includes people as well.
I can see why lots of women have cats now.
Thanks Paul for the read and understanding comment as always it is most appreciated
Nice work!
Thank you Franz your words are most appreciated
Nicely Summed up. It's the way of the World I'm afraid.
Thanks so much Kevin I do appreciate your review and comment.
My Pleasure as always.
Soren, this one has some bite, my friend! There’s something deeply sad about treating people and intimacy like disposable commodities…eventually everything becomes another product to consume and discard. Powerful write! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend I appreciate the read and understanding of this piece. Yes everything is a commodity now days
True words soren.
Andy
Thank you very much Andy I appreciate your review and your support is most important to me
truer words were never spoken so eloquently- agree with you here
Thank you very much Nafisa for your review and most kind words of encouragement they are dearly appreciated.
Always welcome 🤗
Marvelous!
Thank you so much for your read of this piece it is most appreciated and valued
Absolutely! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for your review and comment it is appreciated
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