Poems About Evolution Seeking Honest Critique
#evolution
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Tierra
Tierra
Poem Published
30th Sep 2023 11:55pm
30th Sep 2023 11:55pm
Raw
What is it to be broken down, again?
Navigating with a Soul exposed
Uncorrupted, free of sin
It is the vague familiarity of having read this story from beginning to end, but losing the plot just as it twists
I am the story. I am here.
Standing in a field, with arms outstretched, I allow myself to be hugged by the encroaching, humid air
In the instant before my skin can bead with sweat, a breeze reaches out and runs its cool, spindly fingers through my hair
Unflinching, the breeze fills my nostrils and promptly steals a few of my...
Navigating with a Soul exposed
Uncorrupted, free of sin
It is the vague familiarity of having read this story from beginning to end, but losing the plot just as it twists
I am the story. I am here.
Standing in a field, with arms outstretched, I allow myself to be hugged by the encroaching, humid air
In the instant before my skin can bead with sweat, a breeze reaches out and runs its cool, spindly fingers through my hair
Unflinching, the breeze fills my nostrils and promptly steals a few of my...
#death
#earth
#evolution
#escape
#meditation
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VeronikaB
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 3:56pm
27th Sep 2023 3:56pm
The Symbiocene in Waiting
"A word is more than a mere combination of letters and sounds.
The potency of words reaches the substrata of all of us.
Words carry culture, carry history;
they form and confine our thoughts.
Words matter."
〰 Nora Bateson 〰
THE CHTHULUCENE & OTHER MINDBENDERS
"Diverse human and nonhuman players are necessary in every fiber of the tissues of the urgently needed Chthulucene story," says Donna Haraway, American historian of consciousness and feminist studies.
In her essay Tentacular...
The potency of words reaches the substrata of all of us.
Words carry culture, carry history;
they form and confine our thoughts.
Words matter."
〰 Nora Bateson 〰
THE CHTHULUCENE & OTHER MINDBENDERS
"Diverse human and nonhuman players are necessary in every fiber of the tissues of the urgently needed Chthulucene story," says Donna Haraway, American historian of consciousness and feminist studies.
In her essay Tentacular...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
#mythology
#magic
#philosophical
264 reads
6 Comments
felix-tida0707
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 6:49am
21st Sep 2023 6:49am
NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Nothing is STATIC
Things are CHANGING
They'll continue to CHANGE
You may not LIKE it
But you should have to ACCEPT it.
Felix Idasimeokuma
September 2023
Nothing is STATIC
Things are CHANGING
They'll continue to CHANGE
You may not LIKE it
But you should have to ACCEPT it.
Felix Idasimeokuma
September 2023
#evolution
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VeronikaB
Poem Published
20th Sep 2023 4:25pm
20th Sep 2023 4:25pm
Words from the Cracks
It seems like things want to fall apart.
It seems like we’ve been stolen from home.
Where do you go when things fall apart,
when home has been taken away from you,
when the cracks appear?
〰 Bayo Akomolafe 〰
ANTHROPOCENE
The current era of human history is sometimes called Anthropocene, the ‘Age of Man’. All previous word composition with -cene (from Greek kainos = era) 〰 like Miocene, when the Alps and Himalayas were formed, and Pleistocene, when glacial periods caused extinction of many...
It seems like we’ve been stolen from home.
Where do you go when things fall apart,
when home has been taken away from you,
when the cracks appear?
〰 Bayo Akomolafe 〰
ANTHROPOCENE
The current era of human history is sometimes called Anthropocene, the ‘Age of Man’. All previous word composition with -cene (from Greek kainos = era) 〰 like Miocene, when the Alps and Himalayas were formed, and Pleistocene, when glacial periods caused extinction of many...
#inspirational
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
#mythology
#philosophical
159 reads
6 Comments
diddi
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 10:02pm
9th Sep 2023 10:02pm
Misplaced
Sometimes
I feel misplaced
like an orange peel upon an apple
or features without a face
I'm here but I'm erased
all floating spheres
have fell from grace
it's myself I fear
being in the human race
everything is clear
if it's opaque
I've too many questions
with answers I cannot take
lessening are the distinctions
between real and the fake
beckoning are the drownings
within an eternal lake.
I feel misplaced
like an orange peel upon an apple
or features without a face
I'm here but I'm erased
all floating spheres
have fell from grace
it's myself I fear
being in the human race
everything is clear
if it's opaque
I've too many questions
with answers I cannot take
lessening are the distinctions
between real and the fake
beckoning are the drownings
within an eternal lake.
#evolution
159 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 8:59pm
29th Jul 2023 8:59pm
Eternal Grist
Atlantis, Albion, Camelot, and Rome,
Are only gravel bars to Mother Earth
And all its continental crust rebirth
Where deep time provides no permanent home.
Yet the rocks remember magnetospheres
By cooling crystal orientation
Fixing tell tale polarization
For the savvy geophysical peers
Able to deduce metamorphic clues
Of long frozen magmatic alchemy
Teased from an in situ history
Not often seen in the main stream news,
Predisposed to how somebody feels,
Or, the viral status of TikTok reels.
Are only gravel bars to Mother Earth
And all its continental crust rebirth
Where deep time provides no permanent home.
Yet the rocks remember magnetospheres
By cooling crystal orientation
Fixing tell tale polarization
For the savvy geophysical peers
Able to deduce metamorphic clues
Of long frozen magmatic alchemy
Teased from an in situ history
Not often seen in the main stream news,
Predisposed to how somebody feels,
Or, the viral status of TikTok reels.
#earth
#universe
#evolution
261 reads
4 Comments
Phosphorus
Poem Published
29th Jun 2023 11:29pm
29th Jun 2023 11:29pm
New Age
Tilting my head back,
I Look up into the pale and dying sun,
A remnant of its former self,
I muse and cast my mind
back to when the world was young,
And the orb still strong and eager,
Effortlessly bridging the depths of space,
To give us warmth as if only yards removed.
But the eons have been harsh on you,
Old friend,
And now your life is almost spent.
I hate to see you go, but our world needs
More to prosper,
So I must ask the question:
When will the new sun rise?
Who will bring it?
I Look up into the pale and dying sun,
A remnant of its former self,
I muse and cast my mind
back to when the world was young,
And the orb still strong and eager,
Effortlessly bridging the depths of space,
To give us warmth as if only yards removed.
But the eons have been harsh on you,
Old friend,
And now your life is almost spent.
I hate to see you go, but our world needs
More to prosper,
So I must ask the question:
When will the new sun rise?
Who will bring it?
#sun
#evolution
215 reads
5 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
11th Jun 2023 9:02pm
11th Jun 2023 9:02pm
Star Seed
These pressing matters are irrelevant
For they won’t stand the test of time
How you choose to further development
Will decide if you’re meant to fall or to climb.
You’re a wild heart, true to yourself
Doesn’t matter what life throws at you
You remain steadfast like the continental shelf
You will rise, not sink into the deep blue.
Star seed, breathe your life into me
Steady your heart, lest you tear yourself apart
You’re not of this world, my extraordinary girl
Hush, my love, you will rise above.
A seedling from the...
For they won’t stand the test of time
How you choose to further development
Will decide if you’re meant to fall or to climb.
You’re a wild heart, true to yourself
Doesn’t matter what life throws at you
You remain steadfast like the continental shelf
You will rise, not sink into the deep blue.
Star seed, breathe your life into me
Steady your heart, lest you tear yourself apart
You’re not of this world, my extraordinary girl
Hush, my love, you will rise above.
A seedling from the...
#rhyming
#evolution
#SelfReflection #respect
#SelfReflection #respect
241 reads
4 Comments
irrelevant
Poem Published
29th Apr 2023 6:46am
29th Apr 2023 6:46am
1
The in the
metabolizes
by turning 0
the until it clicks
at which the must have joined
allowing to flow from 0 to 1
0 = 1 = 2
The flows from the
due to the
allowing to flow
from 0 to 1 to 2 to 0
energizing the
pushing the
against on the inside of 1 until click {
to join and be energized by
0 1 2 0
causing flow from 10 to 11
until 10 to 11 breaks 10 to 11
at which unclick it
if been here indefinitely
then quit
}
loop the...
metabolizes
by turning 0
the until it clicks
at which the must have joined
allowing to flow from 0 to 1
0 = 1 = 2
The flows from the
due to the
allowing to flow
from 0 to 1 to 2 to 0
energizing the
pushing the
against on the inside of 1 until click {
to join and be energized by
0 1 2 0
causing flow from 10 to 11
until 10 to 11 breaks 10 to 11
at which unclick it
if been here indefinitely
then quit
}
loop the...
#evolution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Apr 2023 12:49pm
19th Apr 2023 12:49pm
Aesthetic Qualia:
That blend of sentience we seek
Is that beheld upon the thresh
Of wide awake, and dreams that speak
Their chaos into neuronic mesh.
And there within that motive snare
We seize a newfound bolt of thought
As if condensed from dewy air
Which by some unseen muse was brought.
But of course the muse is that within
Each and every melee moment
Of cortex linch and cerebral pin
For that fleeting verse bestowment,
Which we may call a conscious act
From matter gray...to matter of fact.
Is that beheld upon the thresh
Of wide awake, and dreams that speak
Their chaos into neuronic mesh.
And there within that motive snare
We seize a newfound bolt of thought
As if condensed from dewy air
Which by some unseen muse was brought.
But of course the muse is that within
Each and every melee moment
Of cortex linch and cerebral pin
For that fleeting verse bestowment,
Which we may call a conscious act
From matter gray...to matter of fact.
#evolution
242 reads
4 Comments
paperstains
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 3:59am
10th Apr 2023 3:59am
Repetitive History
The more I see
it becomes easier to recognize
regurgitation
and I'll confess that I miss
the bliss of ignorance
sometimes
even though I understand
it's safer to know
that stars in your eyes
are probably headlights
and the brighter they are
the less time you have
to get the fuck out of the way
it becomes easier to recognize
regurgitation
and I'll confess that I miss
the bliss of ignorance
sometimes
even though I understand
it's safer to know
that stars in your eyes
are probably headlights
and the brighter they are
the less time you have
to get the fuck out of the way
#shadows
#evolution
#learning
534 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 10:12pm
16th Mar 2023 10:12pm
Bright Colors
Green
all the walls are green
to keep the inmates calm.
Gray
let's paint the moon in gray
to keep the lunatics calm.
Red
all flags must be red
to keep the bloody motherfuckers calm.
White
all milk is deeply white
because all cows are very calm.
Blue
all helmets are blue
when we need war forces to keep calm.
Purple
not all violets are blue or calm
not all roses are red or calm.
Yellow
all the stars remain yellow
while the placid sky keeps the horizon calm. ...
all the walls are green
to keep the inmates calm.
Gray
let's paint the moon in gray
to keep the lunatics calm.
Red
all flags must be red
to keep the bloody motherfuckers calm.
White
all milk is deeply white
because all cows are very calm.
Blue
all helmets are blue
when we need war forces to keep calm.
Purple
not all violets are blue or calm
not all roses are red or calm.
Yellow
all the stars remain yellow
while the placid sky keeps the horizon calm. ...
#earth
#universe
#evolution
186 reads
6 Comments
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