Best Human Face Poems
God is all colours
And He is no colour,
For He lives in the black
And He lives in the white.
He lives in the mixed,red
Olive, brown and yellow,
For He lives in the heart
Where colours out of sight.
God is all creeds
And he is no creed.
He lives in the Muslim
And He lives in the Jew.
He's there in the Hindu,
The Christian, the Buddhist.
In all true believers
And the doubters too-
So why all this predjudice
Because of colour?
Why all this thinking
There's a chosen race?
Why are we fighting
In the name of religion?
When surely God wears
Every human face.
Man has differences
Man has opinions.
That is the way
The human race is run.
God is only ONE GOD
However we see him.
He's one for all,
So that all can be ONE.
A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name
In lust I ascend to claim my prey
Goblins to gobble, dragons to slay
New blood to tempt my game
I brand the highest spruce with my mark
I am as white as the night is dark
Silent, floating prowl
As encroaching dawn takes starlight's place
Revealed beneath my human face
Soul of snowy owl.
1/8/19
A sweet madam of fair
sits full of beauty and womanhood as
her husband plays a sweet melody full
of harmonious devotion…
Though, I am not devoted to him anymore. I can barely hear his soft tunes, for I am engulfed inside the mind of another man. I fell in love with my lover Nicholas not too very long ago. I had been married for seven years when our eyes first met and since that day I vowed I would be with him, if only in secret. If my husband only knew how happy my Nicholas makes me, he would rage in anger and throw fits of mistrust in my face. He has always been the angry and abusive type. When I meet my Nicholas with bruises on my arm, he wants to ruin his life.
The tree I sit under weeps for me daily. He cried so hard yesterday all his leaves fell off his lonely branches. He knows my sorrow and treats me with the sort of kindness only a tree can give. I lay upon a white stone lifted above the grassland with a crown of red roses with my back turned. The crown was given to me by my lover. He stated once that I deserve to be treated like royalty and his nose thinks I smell like roses. This way, since my back is turned, I do not have to look my husband in the eyes and lie once again. I don’t deserve to be treated with such cruelty. Whenever my Nicholas enters my mind I know I am adored. Whenever I enter his mind, he knows he is loved. I stay there pretending to listen to his melody in agony so he does not know I have another lover. I scream of frustration inside. But soon I must make a decision. A very difficult one indeed. When I close my eyes, I see my Nicholas’s lips. When I open them and he is not there, I get a longing sensation to go be with him. We meet down by the creek and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear with his cheek by my neck. The cloudiness of today will turn into bright soul shining wonder tomorrow in my Nicholas’s arms…
I am nothing but a sweet madam of fair.
I sit full of beauty and womanhood and my
mind knows who my heart truly belongs to.
For the contest, Within A Gilded Frame, Sponsor, Broken Wings
Name of the painting: Human Face Optical Illusion Painting #27
Artist: Salvador Dali
Date Written: May 4, 2016
We humans are the gods of the computer age. We have mastered the use of ones and zeros. Some argue we have created artificial intelligence. But is it possible that ones and zeros have replaced our intelligence with servitude?
I see
Faces glued to a screen
Trying to decipher all the data seen
People no longer talk
People no longer walk
I don't know when this got its start
Cell phones are now a new body part
I see
Lights flashing
Buzzers dashing
Images blazing
Eyes glazing
Our cars tell us where to drive
And when we will arrive
It is a mystery to me
How an app is all people want to see
We are slowly dissolving into cyber space
Rarely looking up to see a human face
Free thinking is dying
Muscles are atrophying
I think I have found
People are not smarter, but dumbing down
Keyboard courage, slinging hate from afar
Hiding behind an avatar
We suffer from a terrible affliction
It's called binary addiction
So I see on many a blank face
The fate of the human race
Cyber world: one
Humans: zero
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10/3/18
God's Been Good
Yes, I realize for many He has
no place.
But we pray for those to find His
grace.
To stop adoring their human face.
So much in good in life to do!
To tutor, to visit the ill.
And stop thinking as poets we
are kings and queens of the hill.
There are those in nursing homes,
who might like a visit or two.
Or soldiers who sacrificed their
bodies that are injured, for you!
Maybe our neighbor down the
street, the widow, lonely she sits.
Alas, we are obsessed with our
poetic mindset?
Your parchment and pen, will
not go away,
If, from a few feet of your desk
stray.
"And if you do good to those who
only do good to you, what credit
is that? Even sinners do the
same!"
Why do we comment to only
those who comment to us?
Why not jump into the Soup,
full force?
Realizing God is our source?
October 5, 2023
Let's take the world as it began. First, there
was Earth, animals, and then man. Let's finish
this case: then came the human race--people of
the human face. Where did all these human laws
come from? They came from them who are us,
along with fun.
Then came sex to complete the human deck,
given to life to promote more of it. Sex is not
only a physical thing. Sex is a feeling that's in
every human being.
Be you straight or gay, sex is as real as night,
love and day. There was a time when the same
sex made love under the heavenly stars above.
This was before the laws of man; it happened
over and over again. And, of course, there
was sex between man and woman or wife.
Who made the laws of what's wrong and what's
right? What was the issue what was the fight? If it
was right then, then why is it not right now? Laws
were made by who where, when, why, and how?
Okay, no answer needed for that. Let's go to where
it's really at.
The ***** gives life and gives love; it was given to man
from God above. Well man needs love, like woman too.
Maybe that's what the ***** was made to do. This may
knock you on the floor. Perhaps the ***** is the key that
opens the locks to love's door. Perhaps some men can't
feel love before it is felt. Just think about that to yourself.
And maybe the same goes for woman too, except
they can also make babies too. When this is put into
context;makes one wonder what comes next? Well, the
world seems to lack the love it needs, instead there's
hatred, pain, suffering and greed.
They say God is love and love is God; without that love
the world gets odd. Now, I'm not saying what's right or
what's wrong. I may be asking the question, where has
love gone? Very little of it exists today. Maybe it's because
we have not allowed the other way.
Man is master under the sun; he controls what is and
is not done. But what happens when man has lost himself?
His suffering is felt by everyone else. Now, in the beginning,
there were straight and gay. Why can't it still be the same way?
Some may say the animals in nature don't do that,
but you are not a dog or a cat. Humans are on a higher
plane, animals and man are not the same. Maybe some
men do need love from another. Then it's good if that
love brings a love-starved world together.
Dear spirit guides:
Beings of light,
Come guard my side,
Inspire what’s right.
Dear angel friends:
Be at my side
To aid my plans
Through time and tide.
Dear guardians bright:
I seek the light
To know what’s right
As thought takes flight.
Dear higher souls
Who live in joy,
May peace make whole
As truth employs.
Dear angels true:
I ask for joy
To now imbue
Cheer, glimpse and ploy.
Dear high beings:
Bring hope and cheer;
Bring true healing
As love draws near.
Dear messengers
From God on high,
Let peace linger
To heal my sighs.
Dear friends I see:
One with fond touch,
I sense beauty,
Warm grace as such.
Dear light beings,
Let grace show clear
Wise pure feelings
In faith’s sweet cheer.
Dear friends of mine,
Bring special grace
That shines divine
The human face.
Leon Enriquez
16 January 2018
Singapore
Gazing on the meadow, glowing all a bright with flowers,
I fail to see a blossom wasn’t nurtured by spring showers.
Colors envelop this small world, and none the better be.
We all behold the beauty, as far as eyes can see.
But, for some ugly reason, as some glare upon this planet,
They try to conjure reasons why God placed some people on it.
Let me cut right to the chase, each and every human face
Has a right to their own place, as flowers of the human race.
There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I know them well.
In that place called tomorrow,
Even their distant seeds that dare
Shall whisper those names in fear.
There, our government will be
Occupied by those we actually chose
To represent our interest as a people
Not marionettes brought forward by any party.
A government that will clearly
Define our economic system
And regulate it with sound policies.
There is a place called tomorrow
Where every Nigerian life
Will be held sacred as it should be.
Where there will be
Dignity of labour and
No man will be enslaved again
Where all the hinterlands
Will be linked to the heartlands
With love and respect
For man and the environment.
In that place called tomorrow,
Our enterprises and agencies
Shall wear a human face
Not bureaucratised in
Bureaucratic bureaucratese
So that resources can be explored
Rather than exploited
For commerce to thrive.
There is a place called tomorrow
A place where we will look
At the children’s faces and see
Joy, laughter, beauty and innocence.
Not pain, hunger and criminality.
Where everyone will be
His brother’s keep
So that together we may conquer
Insecurity or the fear of it.
In that place call tomorrow,
Families shall gather together again
To eat breakfast and/or dinner.
I desire so much that day when
We all would have realized that
We were first humans
Before we belonged to any tribe
Or religion
Before we attained any status
We were first humans.
So everyone will be respect
For who they are
And not necessarily what they are.
In deed there is
A place called tomorrow
Where all we desire will be
Yet it is in us fight
To make that tomorrow be.
(I saw someone post a poem recently about Christopher
Reeves and it reminded me of this oldie of mine)
He didn’t come from Krypton. . . was not sent
to earth with any special kind of power.
He wasn’t a reporter named Clark Kent,
but like that role he played, he didn’t cower
when struck by his own brand of Kryptonite
named quadriplegia, which couldn’t stay
this fellow who inspired with his might,
enduring trials bravely day to day.
He did not have Lex Luther as a foe
but fought for what was right, so now we grieve
because this hero that we came to know
was taken from our world. Dear Mr. Reeves
gave a human face to a fictive name,
then went back to the place from whence he came.
For PD's Contest: "My Latest Poem on the Soup"
(naughty PD, I had only three to choose from, all
the others were in contests,but this is sure a unique
way to do a contest!!)
I am a dreamer
And I dream while I’m awake
I dream of a world
Filled with love and faith
And as I dream I see,
I see children from all over the race
All standing united with one face
And as they stand and sing
The song of faith
I dream of a world
With no heart breaks
No war, no dead place
No hunger, no dead race
No pollution, no sad face
No people with roses to fake
Just a world filled with love
A world filled with the human race
I am a dreamer
And I dream while I’m awake
I dream of a world
Filled with love and faith
A world filled with one human face
- Sherwin Fernandes
The river, with her sweeping bends,
Gives us pleasure like old friends
With all the character of a human face,
Etched with contours, using a touch we trace.
And as the seasons come and go,
This weathered look we come to know.
There’s no natural way to slow down time,
But to live in hope of the divine.
Occasionally coursing and sometimes slow,
As all-day pressures take their toll.
And as it ebbs down to the sea,
We return to nature to be set free.
The sound of an ambulance
in the distance
Some poor soul is
in trouble
A warm day has led
to a moderate August
evening
I feel the tomorrow
sill be a good day
A friend invited me to
listen to a poetry CD tonight
I shall join him shortly
Poetry can cut like
a knife into the soul
If you are willing to let it
The city has is own
has its own type of poetry
Pictures of our
urban life
Let us see the human face
behind the crowds and the tumult
This city is exciting and dangerous
Here on the Lower East Side
we await fall
This area has been the home of
the famous and the obscure
Spanish people play dominoes
while Talmud scholars pour over
holy works in the House of sages
Bicyclists ride by
as runners race by the East River
Losaida - The Lower East Side
Visit us here soon!
Take a walking tour
So you can see the history
of this essential New York neighborhood
A little boys poem
by BambiLynn'14
Hi Mama! I'm up here looking down upon you!
I didn't mean to go, I miss you too.
I see things a bit different from above.
Looking down at a world lacking love.
That big White House enlists all those young.
Sending them to fight with a big gun.
I wasn't yet grown, never made it to being a man.
I guess that's not what God had in his plan.
I just saw on tv, the news, the war heroes.
Was playing to be one~hit a big zero!
Mama, how does a policeman who should keep me safe...
See a deadly threat in a little waif?
We all grew up playing~ running in the day.
How does a grown man see me any other way?
It's so beautiful here Mama!
Nice,safe, at peace, no drama.
I'm watching you now! Your lil angel!
Please cherish our time and let the pain go.
I'm waiting right here Mama til you come!
I'm in your heart, I feel all your love.
It was Gods will that it was to be me...
My human face to recall as the example to see.
My face will help put an end to such hate.
I just wish it coulda dead stopped on my death date.
It's gonna keep on for some time more.
But me, Michael, Trayvon have opened that door.
All the love in my soul I send to your heart!
I love you Mama, Merry Christmas...
We're not too far apart.
Attracting either scientific or popular area
Containing several hills in the region Cydonia
One of the images taken by Viking on 25th July
The name Cydonia drawn from classical antiquity.
The image with a seeming look of a human face,
Let loose the human imagination inborn base.
To look at a thing is different from seeing a thing
Until we see its beauty we don’t see anything.
A hill, nothing but a space created illusive reality
Resembling a human face, a logical fallacy
Wrong speculation, demon haunted world on Mars
Let the future tell us if it is a real play or farce.
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Fourth place win in:
Sphinx on Mars Contest