Best Diversity Poems
Here appears diversity and divisiveness --
Similar words with different meanings,
I must not allow them to come between
Those folks who exhibit different leanings.
Diversity is a good thing, expanding my mind
Divisiveness frequently foments contention,
While it seeks to enforce its firm beliefs
Often giving no opposing views attention.
Diversity must be differences understood
And appreciated as a part of our culture,
Not thinking of differences as dividing
But enriching, becoming part of our nature.
I can never see everything as others do
For I am constantly formulating my ways
But I will try my best to understand you
And accept you, as you are … always!
Written October 4, 2022
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Diversity shines its light upon wisdom; it’s a sage sharing both world and eternity’s knowledge. While cultures are facet of this diamond sage; each other displays knowledge; old and new building on the eternal book of wisdom; it must not be negated.
Millennia old worlds raise children of many colors, species, shapes and sizes; the gifts given to them by God are never exclusive to them but, to be shared by all. When we teach one another, our wisdom and ways, we are sharing the gifts of diversity.
What humans learn and share with one another, is yet another facet but, the same holds true for diversity of species. We learn the value of play; respite from the daily grind; from cats and from dogs; even the tiny ants loyalty. The value of preparation for harder times from squirrels and that size doesn’t matter; from the elephants. Work ethic from the horses; endurance from the camels.
From the trees, we learn to not stand alone; together we are much stronger, when weathering life’s storms. From the flowers, we learn of beauty and that we’re all vulnerable to loss. But, it’s the human species that’s capable of sharing the most.
Human imagination, creativity, ingenuity and fortitude; ensures that we are survivors in our world. Cultural diversity enhances our lives’; it’s how we play, rest, appreciate and celebrate our very existence. It’s the magical catalyst to a potential utopia.
Failure to open our eyes ears and hearts; obliterates the magic. As the beavers teach us; we must work together, to achieve that utopian end; that last facet on a perfect diamond; diversity’s light.
Beauty is said to be skin deep
cancer… a silent thief
chemotherapy has taken its toll
Her hair, once a river of gold
now flows onto the hairdresser’s floor
Placing a scarlet wig on her head
Sue looks in the mirror and smiles ...
she’d always dreamed of being a red head
Contest Beauty and Diversity Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
04~24~16
The world's grey. Slowly, methodically,
Feathers from colorful birds have been burned.
Sheep in a fog on a snowy mountain.
One man thought uniformity equaled
Superiority, ugly furor.
Their ashes floated down all around us
There's no color left in this sooty world.
Beauty's palette swirled with color beckons.
Diversity screams for a slight foothold.
The heart just whithers in colorless worlds.
APRIL 23, 2016
Word count 62
Unity in Diversity
We together as a nation
We can break the cycle of deprivation
We can put an end to this situation
We can get back Earth its sensation
Let there be cultural variation
Let there be innovation
New aspirations
And inspirations
Let there be useful creations
Let us unearth
Our true earth
Let's respect the place where we got our birth.
Beauty In Diversity
A rose is a rose is a rose
and why is that? I suppose...
deep russet, bright red, pink delight,
cream, yellow, pure white to our sight...
home-grown, cultivated or wild
the fragrance, outstanding or mild.
In garden, bouquet or a vase
each rose is so sure to amaze.
A rose is a rose is a rose
no matter in what way it shows.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Beauty and Diversity (in less than 10 lines)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Judged: 04/29/2016
Everyone is a blended mixture of
Elementals made up of
Oxygen, carbon,
Hydrogen, nitrogen,
Calcium, phosphorus, and…
Trace elements
A divine recipe, perhaps?
Some are yet to be born
Some are young,
Some are old.
Some are people of color,
Some are people who lack color.
Some speak one language
Some speak many tongues.
Some are social
Some are antisocial.
Some are healthy
Some are sick.
But what am I?
Some are poor
Some are middle-class
Some are rich.
Some believe in God
Some sense a higher design
Some aren’t sure
Some are atheists.
Some are extroverts
Some are introverts.
Who am I?
Some live on farms
Some live in suburban communities
Some live in towns and cities.
Some live off the grid
Some are liberal
Some are moderate
Some are conservative.
How shall I live?
Some are loving
Some are joy-filled
Some are hate-filled.
Some want peace
Some want a cause
Some want war.
Some want to destroy
Some want to mend
Some want to kill
Some want to heal.
Should I matter?
Should I not?
What are my choices?
Everybody dies…
But do I truly live?
In this vast simplexity of humanity
Or am I more than the sum of the parts?
Or am I just a glitch of stardust
Or a spark of the divine?
Momentarily aware
Yet, unaware
Forever in BlueJeans…
Forever questioning?
~ The creation is as white marble for our soul -
holy and without blemish ~ quote by poet
Her lips hum an aged love song
a virgin glowing intensely
Golden arches of lily of the valley
drinking from the river of silver
Whose strings are touched by the heart's secret
- what divinity with a visionary magic
Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now.
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.
Heading toward a communal meadow of unsuspecting villagers.
Children running out to greet them, recognizing them immediately.
They carry slop buckets of left overs, to entice the dragons to stay.
“What dragons?” the adults lament. Not being able to see them now.
It is the annual spring and release day. Always on March fifth.
In honor of the Grand Plume Matriarch Grandma Dragon
Who one hundred years ago had the foresight to see what was what.
She realized that dragon slayers would continue if dragons kept consuming humans.
In the middle of the night, she approached one of the few adults
Left in the world, who still believed in dragons – My great grandma, Marguerite.
Marguerite was surrounded by faeries, dancing and singing at the time.
She stopped in mid-dance when she saw Matriarch Grandma Dragon staring.
“I was terrified,” Great Grandma Marguerite told me thirty years later.
“I had heard of dragons, but I had not seen them since I was a child. It was scary.”
These two wise women of different species, religions, and belief systems,
Discussed the possible merging of dragons and humans in a peace covenant.
“Not a big deal,” my best dragon friend Michelle said to me,
“Letting go of human tasting. Have you ever tasted human?”
I truthfully admitted that I had not, so she shared this tidbit…
“Flavor of squirrel, squid, and skunk,” she said. “Not tasty.”
We linked arms and went to school, where we had a great time.
Yes, humans are allowed to attend school now.
It is not only dragons who can get an education.
Progress by two wise and wonderful women – dragon and human.
Your pins and needles adorn your face
your hair the colour of liquid grass,
your universe of hard knocks your grace
places you for me top of the class.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Love Knows No Diversity
Let us build an allied world built with peace
Where all are loved for who or what they be
A world that embraces diversity
No secrets to hide, no adversity.
A place where love is measured by one's heart
Not by who they have as their other half
Love is a gift that God gave us to share
A reason to live to love and to care.
Should all conform to ideas of norm?
Who says what's normal, why we should reform
God is our judge and only He has sway
He enters our hearts and shows us the way.
A world that has no animosity
Is what the earth was created to be
All nations are different and unique
Why can't we all join hands over the sea.
Variety's essence of life, they say
If only everyone saw life that way
God gave us love to aid the world spin round
Does it truly matter where love is found.
30th June 2021
The process of healing has its own time
We have a propensity to do it in different ways
Don’t rush people to move on with their lives
If they are still a work in progress
Their platform might be different from yours
Their process might differ from yours
Their healing and growth looks different from yours
We have different needs
There is no handbook to healing
Sometimes only time
And a will to grow
There is beauty in that too
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The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition
In defend shall we die and perish for our
Precious country.
We each define ourselves
by choice of words we speak,
the things we do, or seek,
within our minds they delve.
We cannot say some elves
have tricked our minds when weak.
We can’t presume to know
so practice some restraint,
or make faux pas then faint.
To you my friends, I show
I care but don’t kowtow,
please know I’m not a saint.
Diverse, we still expect
some semblance of respect.
22 August 2015
The HexSonnetta Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
We are born into the world of Diversity
A school every mortal must pass through; it is the “Way of Life” University
To graduate with a noble degree from this institution
One cannot afford to live a life of isolation
The Creator made them in his image different shades of black and white
Truly they are all a wonder to behold and a sheer delight
In hills, valleys, forests, islands and deserts can they be found
From wherever they are, up above they see the same sea of cloud
Christianity, Islam, Buddhism and Paganism to mention a few
Some of man’s attempt to know the creator, to know what is true
These bring some form of order into our world
They are like several streams of water flowing into the same sea; diverse paths to the same god
Royalty, Technocrats, Aristocrats and Bourgeois
Working Class, Artisans, Unlearned and Paupers
These are classes of people in mankind’s social hierarchy
They must all strive to coexist in harmony; lest there be great anarchy
In our dressing, dance, norms and inventions we see the differences
As we interact with other cultures, we observe the variances
Over time, we tend to develop feelings of indifference, superiority or inferiority
In all of this diversity, we all breathe the same air; this binds us in unity