Best Human Nature Poems
Hope is a feeling that people spend years believing in, not because it leads them to a place full of flowers,
but because it's the only thing anyone doesn't doubt. Then there is no difference between the lust of achieving and the act of believing in it.
And when that kind of soul grips the handle of the sword—the sword that once provided power to the soul who had lost everything to stand in the world—
that sword develops a second edge because of the one holding it, and it causes damage to both the good and the bad.
Hope is like a hill. If you think—you can walk on it as long as you have strength, believing that at the end you will achieve the salvation you always wanted.
You start to believe in the shadow of hope because it seems beautiful and sweet. To ask someone for your deeds, and to think they will fulfill your wish—that is belief, not hope,
because that is what people are running behind: doing good deeds by suffering so they don’t have to suffer after death.
But at the top of the hill there is no peak, because you never wanted to find it. That hill has lost its top now—it only has an edge where a man can see a flowing river of water.
And while looking at it, a man loses something: it could be belief or salvation, but not hope—
because it was lost when you laid your foot on the hill. That is when hope becomes belief, and that day, a side of humanity was born—one no soul had ever witnessed, yet one everyone became a part of.
Our Human Nature
A real aspect always part of a person’s life;
One that can bear fangs and pangs of strife.
A living barometer replete with its choices;
Leaving each of us puzzled, full of voices.
It prays on our very emotions and naiveté,
Leaving us at times in moments of disarray.
Man by his nature is fickle and imperfect.
God by His nature is divine and perfect.
A person’s decency is so wonderful to tell;
Another’s depravity is so worthy of Hell!
A person’s good deeds mark now his true measure,
Bringing him God’s divine love always to treasure!
Never trust what you can’t feel deep in your heart;
This makes us divine in God’s eyes—sets us apart!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(January 5, 2016) (Rhymed Couplet)
It was a height of 250 metres,
But I wasn’t afraid;
I looked down
And there wasn’t even my shade.
The sun was already jumping
But with a low speed,
“ I can perform better,
I am not going to give the lead.”
Took a deep breath
And I was in air,
Time stopped,
And silence reached there.
The sun began moving upward,
Or I began moving downward,
I was flying,
But like a dead bird.
When from the ground,
I wasn’t really high;
Mind said,“ change in plan,
Let the sun first die”.
Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.
A prehistoric world in shades of green.
I paddle my pirogue through algae foam.
Around me it's taciturn and serene
as I collect for whittling, cypress knees.
Fishermen, hunters, and I call it home.
Nature's garden profuse with wildflowers;
cattails and swamp iris in brown and blue.
An alligator, inert near the banks.
I sit and gaze at the beauty for hours.
For my primitive domain, I give thanks -
for the bass I caught, simmering in stew,
and for herbs I use for healing powers.
In the swamp, it's as if time has stood still.
Under lily pads there lurks big bullfrogs
hiding from herons and the egret.
I can hear them calling out their trill.
Time in my cabin I never regret.
Life is peaceful in these foggy bogs.
I ready myself for night's misty chill.
Sinister snakes slither in shallow brine
and cling to low branches overhead,
trying to catch the last ray of sun.
I descry them while checking my line
then gather up moss, and when that's done,
I will stuff it inside my mattress bed.
Living in my swamp suits me just fine.
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January 21st, 2016
Human Nature Contest
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Star-dusted peaks you seek on love's golden moonbeam bliss,
Feeling the rapture of whipped-cream desire in a whir;
Human experience wrapped in euphoria's kiss,
The ecstasy and agony of human nature...
Throes of living with woes, lost love's pathos reminisce,
Soul-groaning, heart-moaning; unwanted guests' bereft slur;
Wallowing human exist falls in nightmare's abyss,
The ecstasy and agony of human nature.
Susan Ashley
October 13, 2017
*Painting by Paul Lovering - 'Agony And Ecstasy'*
~ Tenth Place ~
Premiere Contest #105
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Spring is the best time of the year for this old crabapple tree. Winters are too lonely and summers too hot. Autumn is nice but people prefer the lake or forest trails. But spring always brings visitors and when they come, I always share the sweet smell of my new blossoms. I play them a soft melody when the wind blows through my leaves. Sometimes, they carve their initials in my branches and profess their love to each other. They snuggle together on the grass at my roots lean against my trunk. I listen as they make their grand plans for their future. Eventually they will share that special kiss. For fifty years I’ve loved being part of this wonderful tradition.
Time comes and time fades
human nature does not change—
Only the clothes we wear
Why in a world with so much wrong
Do some stand by the age old song
Of hurting others, in word and deed
And ignore the basic Christian creed
Of honoring those who walk with you,
And instead pander to the few?
“Life’s A Lot Like Baseball”
Life’s a lot like baseball, neither is a simple game.
Each is filled with the stuff of life.
Both, so much the same.
Complete with hard work and training, nearly every day.
In each, one learns to catch and throw;
and taking bases along the way.
Everyone is a baseball player;
whether on shortstop, in the dugout or at the pitcher’s mound.
It doesn’t really matter where we are
as long as we are team players, dedicated all around.
Sometimes we catch the balls;sometimes we may miss.
But everything’s A-OK, as long as we try again even if the crowd boos a hiss.
Every once in a while, when we're batting well,
we may even hit a desired home run.
Life seems so good; such a celebration time,
filled with much laughter and fun.
When we strike out, we need to remember…
Not all is lost; we’re still part of a great world team.
If we are down on ourselves for not playing well,
we just need to try again,
because the game is never as bad as it seems.
When we are mad or disappointed with other players,
we need to give them the benefit of the doubt.
They could be struggling with problems unseen,
and we wouldn’t want to wrongly shout, “You’re Out”!
Sometimes we might attend a game
to encourage or watch others play.
It could be family, friends or anyone,
we are there to encourage and inspire them on their way.
Yes, life is a lot like baseball;
with its seasons, players and teams ever changing, as its always been.
Remember though, we are all in this together,
to support,
to cheer,
to win!
You can only love it,
bare with it,
turn around and forget it
The diversity of beliefs have collectively demoralized
the sanctity of attaining wisdom and respectfully sharing
the exchange of knowledgeability by compartmentalizing creativity.
This makes us..............................
willingly grasp onto the idea of fighting and murdering to
expressively uphold what is fundamentally a moralizing of humanity.
Instead of communicating uncertainty to keep things simply
as beautiful as they were to start with.
When you do your own research and hold no preference,
think freely and critically, that's enough for the world.
The ones who want to work hard, provide, and allow others
to decide how to live their lives. The ones that do not judge and
are only inspired by the weaving of individuality that creates this
painting of adversity within a natural environment will succeed.
We are smart enough to know that these men in ties telling lies
making us believe the TV has the answers or you need to earn
and spend monies that are impractically fabricated and blind us
from working like slaves for their manipulated, corrupt economy
that concedes in an illusory connectedness called consumerism.
Or, social issues that brainwash you into thinking that their fear
mongering gives you a sense of identity. Without identifying
their symbols of devilry they saturate in every necessity they
presumably provide for you that came free from the earth.
If everyone would live like they knew they were going to die,
the one and only certainty in life, then the intangibles in life become
clear, it's sitting right upon your nose, the rose colored lens' are
cleansed and the colors, the beauty, the smells, the smiles,
the kindness and caring, the recognition of a resolution to suffering,
and our purpose to help ourselves is through helping others,
THAT is enough to make a change.
bask in the moisture
star illuminated sky
two mold into one
splendid reverberation
nature combined with our love
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Love's
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We live like lost souls,
Hateful, vengeful, and hurtful,
Numb insentient
(2017)
A cataract's fantastic flight
From precipice, the Angel Falls
Cascades cold waters into cauldron's clouds.
Sky divers flying from this fearsome height
Free fall above the cheering crowds.
And climbers clinging, scale sheer walls
A breathless death defying sight.
As sun sets down then twilight fades
Nightfall parades her star spangled dress,
Moonlights dark shadow cloaks her smiling face,
She slowly schemes and masquerades.
Our wildest dreams, evenings embrace,
We look for love, within her sweet caress.
When finally to us,she serenades
A desert island reigns as queen
Her crown a lustrous coral reef,
Washed in warm waters,crystalline
Ferns fronds,her robes of emerald green
Our place of solitude, simply divine,
Where palm trees shade, brings sweet relief.
Those lazy days were so serene.
Volcanoes molten magmas flow
On land where fire and ice delights.
Great Geysir's steaming waters rise,
Where ancient sagas spoke of hell below.
Spectacular, across those evening skies
Aurora's coloured Northern Lights
We watched in awe, her magic lantern show.