Poems on Humanity and Humankind
#humankind
Poetry examining humanity and what it means to be a human. Here you'll find poems about humankind, our effect on the world and what our purpose is as humans. Also poetry which considers what the future has in store for our species.
Connotation
Poem Published
Today 6:58am
Today 6:58am
The Sorcerer Elites
The sorcerer elites, discoursing of such streets.
As swords upon their feet, they've morsels more than meat
Engorging is this feat, destroying in your teens.
Abnormally complete, abortion and disease.
Afforded skillfully, distorted trickery.
Reporting dignity, deformed stupidity.
Inform illicitly, whose mortgage fixes deeds.
Contortion symmetry, alluring misery.
Assorted liberty, authority agrees.
Reforming with these freaks, performance that depletes.
Imported piston dreams, whilst...
As swords upon their feet, they've morsels more than meat
Engorging is this feat, destroying in your teens.
Abnormally complete, abortion and disease.
Afforded skillfully, distorted trickery.
Reporting dignity, deformed stupidity.
Inform illicitly, whose mortgage fixes deeds.
Contortion symmetry, alluring misery.
Assorted liberty, authority agrees.
Reforming with these freaks, performance that depletes.
Imported piston dreams, whilst...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
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superslooth
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:13pm
Yesterday 9:13pm
The Bar with The Bones
The chandelier above me resembles hanging bones
strung together with wires and pins.
It’s like something you would see in a Mexican souvenir shop
or the coroner’s office in a box marked ‘evidence’.
Is it wrong of me to order something strong and admire the deceased?
I should probably order a glass of Cabernet. Wine is always more polite.
It pairs well with the bleeding. Or I guess, the dead.
I see the construction worker opposite me
just got off work and straight to the bar to drink.
Him too, eager and keen for anything strong.
He is...
strung together with wires and pins.
It’s like something you would see in a Mexican souvenir shop
or the coroner’s office in a box marked ‘evidence’.
Is it wrong of me to order something strong and admire the deceased?
I should probably order a glass of Cabernet. Wine is always more polite.
It pairs well with the bleeding. Or I guess, the dead.
I see the construction worker opposite me
just got off work and straight to the bar to drink.
Him too, eager and keen for anything strong.
He is...
#spiritual
#alcohol
#humankind
#sacrifice
#wisdom
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Connotation
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 5:17pm
27th Sep 2023 5:17pm
Oculus
Oculus operation.
Offices, occupation.
Opulent alteration.
Promises, postulation.
Provident conservation.
Documents, commendation.
Monument nomination.
Homages, proclamation.
Prominent promulgation.
Pompousness, population.
Cognizant correlation.
Knowledges, propagation.
Charlatan consolation.
Loftiness, contemplation.
Consciousness combinations.
Haughtiness, ostentation.
Audited formulation.
Fraudulent, obligation.
Bottomless modulation.
Thoughtfulness, confiscation.
...
Offices, occupation.
Opulent alteration.
Promises, postulation.
Provident conservation.
Documents, commendation.
Monument nomination.
Homages, proclamation.
Prominent promulgation.
Pompousness, population.
Cognizant correlation.
Knowledges, propagation.
Charlatan consolation.
Loftiness, contemplation.
Consciousness combinations.
Haughtiness, ostentation.
Audited formulation.
Fraudulent, obligation.
Bottomless modulation.
Thoughtfulness, confiscation.
...
#politics
#rhyming
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 3:05pm
27th Sep 2023 3:05pm
The Fallacies of Man (The Holy Quran)
Smoke and mirrors unbalances the truth of the soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exult beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and spiritually weak and the promise to the afterlife in the...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exult beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and spiritually weak and the promise to the afterlife in the...
#sun
#spiritual
#humankind #evolution
#humankind #evolution
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Connotation
Poem Published
26th Sep 2023 10:36pm
26th Sep 2023 10:36pm
Culture
Culture consumption.
Ultra presumption.
Soma seduction, chosen indulgence.
Oceans entrusted.
Motor conduction.
Global abundance, potent production.
Molded incumbents.
Coma injunction.
Older compulsion, bogus adjustments.
Coded conjunction.
Spoken conundrum.
Quota alumnus, quotient abduction.
Stolen injustice.
Hoaxes obstructed.
Open discussion, focused redundance.
Omen instruction.
Showmen corruption.
Roman dysfunction, hopeless induction.
...
Ultra presumption.
Soma seduction, chosen indulgence.
Oceans entrusted.
Motor conduction.
Global abundance, potent production.
Molded incumbents.
Coma injunction.
Older compulsion, bogus adjustments.
Coded conjunction.
Spoken conundrum.
Quota alumnus, quotient abduction.
Stolen injustice.
Hoaxes obstructed.
Open discussion, focused redundance.
Omen instruction.
Showmen corruption.
Roman dysfunction, hopeless induction.
...
#rhyming
#humankind
#metaphor
#culture
#morality
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Sep 2023 5:06pm
26th Sep 2023 5:06pm
the lady who clean the dead
The lady who cleans the dead
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A...
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A...
#BestFriend
#humankind
#heroic
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moony_
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 5:52pm
24th Sep 2023 5:52pm
Pigs Piss
You have to have
A specific type of camouflage
To live in this world
A specific type of camouflage
To live in this world
#humankind
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 3:35pm
24th Sep 2023 3:35pm
near the docks
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 9:31pm
23rd Sep 2023 9:31pm
The Emerald Tablets (Finding Salvation-COTS)
So much anger, contentment, strife, hatred, low vibrations is never where unquenched thoughts shall roam
Take off your shoes you are on holy ground when you enter my home
From the Sun unto the casting of the illuminating Moon
The warning of man is enshrouded in the high tides that brings carnage in the wraith of monsoons
A weary travel from seeing too much
When I close my eyes to the loud sounds of chaos, who is of greatness for my touch
Words of truth never changes from yesterday, unto its given, lost souls wandering on...
Take off your shoes you are on holy ground when you enter my home
From the Sun unto the casting of the illuminating Moon
The warning of man is enshrouded in the high tides that brings carnage in the wraith of monsoons
A weary travel from seeing too much
When I close my eyes to the loud sounds of chaos, who is of greatness for my touch
Words of truth never changes from yesterday, unto its given, lost souls wandering on...
#sun
#peace
#spiritual #humankind
#spiritual #humankind
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sycorah
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 9:02pm
23rd Sep 2023 9:02pm
MAN IS JUST A MAN 2
Verse#1
Paralyzed tongue
Spiritually blinded eyes
That is created to see nothing beyond our own reality
Stone and cold hearts
It traps low frequency
Leaving the hollowed vibration
The echoes the sounds of dead end illusions
Disconnection from
Any and everything living on the face of this earth
And far and far beyond
They trade our love with bloodshed
As our innocence lies in the palm's of their hands, and still they must divide us
Chours
What kind of world are we living...
Paralyzed tongue
Spiritually blinded eyes
That is created to see nothing beyond our own reality
Stone and cold hearts
It traps low frequency
Leaving the hollowed vibration
The echoes the sounds of dead end illusions
Disconnection from
Any and everything living on the face of this earth
And far and far beyond
They trade our love with bloodshed
As our innocence lies in the palm's of their hands, and still they must divide us
Chours
What kind of world are we living...
#God
#humankind
#manipulation
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 8:37pm
23rd Sep 2023 8:37pm
Psychosomatic Disentanglement
A war-frayed silo
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
rented out by flickering muses.
Trauma-bred neural chamber
toed through by passing persons.
Codes bleed the papers.
Amygdala arm casings litter the shed.
Morse sirens read S.O.S.
years after gaslight flare bombardment.
Spring to spruce it up,
more windows to an environment post-conflict.
The sun pours in
on a creature of trauma.
The writer puffs exhaust from typing
indecipherable compulsive script.
The eyes peeking in mirror the same...
#hope
#humankind
#PTSD
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2023 5:38pm
22nd Sep 2023 5:38pm
posters
Wall posters
There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has shuttered windows, which makes it a Mediterranean dwelling
The wall is a perfect place to put up posters of coming
attraction, when the stout opera lady is singing at the people's hall or when the circus is coming to town
Posters of different colors tell of a future promise that has come and gone.
There is a square with a cafe with tables and chairs that serves home-cooked meals at lunch, simple food with
tomato salad and wine...
There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has shuttered windows, which makes it a Mediterranean dwelling
The wall is a perfect place to put up posters of coming
attraction, when the stout opera lady is singing at the people's hall or when the circus is coming to town
Posters of different colors tell of a future promise that has come and gone.
There is a square with a cafe with tables and chairs that serves home-cooked meals at lunch, simple food with
tomato salad and wine...
#children
#BestFriend
#humankind #heroic
#humankind #heroic
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