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...

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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...

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2017 - year zero

They loaned to the poor, who cannot repay.
They stole from the old, who cannot recover.
They sold our future, for better or worse
and...

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April's last Flowers


I was watching carefully
The last stems 
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile 
Unconcerned with the destiny 
That after April...

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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...

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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....

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   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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The sound of an ambulance 
    in the distance 
   Some poor soul is
in trouble 
    A...

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