Best Human Race Poems
The third millennium of what?
Man is lame
clearly lost the will to walk,
he’s blind
no longer able to reason.
His fingers cast hope
upon the keyboard,
his mind creates
trends upon the screen,
he inflicts pain, a global sadomasochist
he sees others in his historical
image!
He plants his seed
most upon stony ground,
he offers peace
a twisted excuse
to deliver his belief,
he’s losing God!
He thinks he’s superior,
he’s lost the ability of simplicity,
whilst delving in ideology
akin to profit.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
you planned your race
to run at pace
and win at any cost
but ran too fast
and finished last
so the prize you sought was lost
had you taken time
to the finish line
you might still have your health
and realize
life's greatest prize
is the prize of life itself.
"Chasing The Many Faces of God ( We the People Series)
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
Constant reminders of who controls the human race.
We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase...
gotta get the God with big numbers on his face...
gotta hurry along... got no time to waste...
gotta be first in line_ anyhow in any case.
Jamming down my food, pimping my style in great haste...
no time to pull up my pants or tie my shoelace....
grabbing coke and candy_ gotta keep up the pace...
sodas, coffee, caffeine_ smoking crack-freebase.
Looking up in the air, and down in any space_ ....
over here or there_ it could be any place....
cheating through life_ up my sleeve_ a spare ace....
lies are the present _ truth is gone without a trace.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
constant reminders of who controls the human race.
persisting un regrettable unabatedly to abase...
our raped souls_ with anything antidepressant laced.
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If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
There is seriously something wrong
With the entire human race
Common sense has left the premises
And ignorance has taken its place
I take a look around me
And everywhere I look
The ones who hide from reality
Are in every corner and nook
These people walk around blind
To the reasons we all exist
To laugh would be absurd
But there are times I can’t resist
Some of them are so blinded
By their ignorance in truth
That there’s no hope left for those
Who refuse to believe in You
The rest of us can preach
And do our best to teach
But there’s only so much you can do
For those not wanting to be reached;
I pray that you forgive them
They know not what they do
Their heads are filled with nothing
That would really matter to You;
Like whom they know
And where they’ve been
Or what they can do with their hands
If it’s real and they can hold it
That’s all these people can get
For to have to deal with reality
Seems to leave them with anxiety
And talk they’d rather not
They’d rather hide in their ignorant world
Maybe wonder of you from time to time
But if it’s not real to them
They’ll only listen to a lie.
Form:
I'm tired of seeing
racism.
I'm tired of being
stereotyped, when
we don't even know
each other.
I'm tired of being
hated on, because
I talk different...
I walk different,
I look different,
I dress different.
Underneath
we're all the same.
One race
the human race.
Why can't everybody
get along, there's good
in all of us if we give each
other the chance to coexist
as equals.
Instead some of us
rather discriminate,
judged for the color
of our skin.
This is the type of
world we living in,
a world living in sin.
And I pray for a change,
cause if the world ended
today...
Not many of us would
rest in peace with hate
in our hearts.
It's time we all unite
as one, and eracism.
Let's make this world
a better place to live
in.
Written by: Poet Shi
In the magic kingdom Disney's pen he did draw
A slightly dozy tiger and a bear named winnie the poo
The Lion king and Simba who brought joy to all who saw .
Dumbo and his big ears amazed the world and flew.
and king Louie in the jungle, who wants to be like you.
and a kung fu fighting panda and a dragon warrior to boot.
the only downside is that thanks to you and me, theres only.
Tigers are nearly toast 3,200 left
20,000 lions roaming free
Asian elephant 35,000 not a big number as you can see
Sumatran orangutan 14,600 nice going cousins nearly wiped me out
Panda 1,964 that pretty black and white
If your another species beware the human race.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST IS AT HAND. THE HUMAN RACE. DO UNDERSTAND.
Someone's CHEATING. Someone's LOSING.
Someone's BREATHING. Someone's WHEEZING.
Someone's GROWING. Someone's KNOWING.
Someone's EATING. Someone's SLEEPING.
Cops are SHOOTING. Few are LOOTING.
Someone's CHASING. Someone's RACING.
Someone's SELLING. Someone's YELLING.
Someone's DREAMING. Someone's SCHEMING.
Someone's. FIGHTING. Someone's SCREAMING.
Someone's DYING. Someone's DYING. DYING
DYING, DYING.
SOMEONE'S CRYING.
SOMEONE'S LIFELESS
SOMEONE'S GRIEVING.
SOMEONE'S DEAD.
If the human race depended on me to survive
We'd all soon be extinct
Because you need two to tango
Making it harder to get someone pregnant
Than you think.
I suppose I could open a sperm bank
But the interest rate I guess would be low
I have everything
But women still don't want to know
The one's I meet just want a bit of fun
But I need more and say no.
My mothers friends bless her
Loved me
They'd say if I was just a bit younger
I'd really go for him
But when they are in their 70's and 80's
I'd rather find a big deep hole and jump straight in
Nothing against older women
But at that age I couldn't see us working out together at the gym.
Women have always said I'd make a good husband
But I'm too nice for my own good
Women want bad boys
And I'm just not good enough.
Well. you can call me old fashioned
But I'm a cursed romantic at heart
Had my heart broken too many times
And my world ripped apart.
Everything I do today ends in failure
And turns to dust
I'm a handsome knight in armour
Covered in rust.
So come on Ladies your chance to save the human race today
And put a smile on this man's face before I'm too old and grey
It's so lonely here in my castle
A king without a Queen
I don't want to die alone
A useless hasbeen.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. June.
The concept of life
so awesome the theory
people stuff it up.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Ever thought of the fragile life
of the Human Race? Think again,
and it comes with that poignant question,
" Why do we live less than a forest tree? "
Even a turtle lives longer than us...
it must know the secret to longevity!
These perfect bodies will lose their beauty, and once
those first ugly wrinkles appear on our faces;
and the unradiant skin begins to sag,
finding it impossible to lie about its true age!
And we search for that miraculous cream to erase
them...hiding the embarrassment of growing old!
If mirrors show our true selves,
why are we afraid of a real image
and try to add more time
to the fragile life of the Human Race:
by looking to the stars...
instead of trusting in God!
But some of us refuse to confront
the unchangeable, hard truth
and rather believe the greatest lie,
thus, making us so miserable...enough to die!
Gracefully embrace your old age,
and take advantage of its wisdom...
laugh hard at those fools or so-called idiots;
they may be still young and unaware of their actions...
and like you, they will reach that stage
when they'll come face to face with doom!
O fragile life of the Human Race,
weren't you given a beautiful promise
and a freedom without boundary......
when obedience was shown daily,
and thoughts of avarice and envy
didn't keep them from a Creator
who blessed them with grace...
to extend His kindness and favor?
I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does not get back
To solve a problem not of his making
Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair
And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert
Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness
I know of the young-man who
Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge
Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas
An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness
Filled with such wholesome inspiration
He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision
And before him was set a life mission
Which he pursued with uncommon passion
To start a national social redemption
He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution
In business as in charity
At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community
He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk
Walked rather than talk the talk
Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement
Setting loose and dreaming
Another generation of Nigerian graduates
Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying
reign of woes of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders
Selflessly in the spirit of giving back
That success baton once received a generation earlier
Now with duty being passed to the future runners
To stop the wanton waste
Of the so called wasted generation
Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra
‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’
If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world
The man and co. decided
Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa
Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team
Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life
By men and women, grandly inspired
Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change
With deftly touch and humblest of heart
Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo
He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.
The heart of the mountain burst into the endless sea
And here lies the ash in the salt we are washed
Black and white and the grey air between us
Since time first sounded the gunshot to the human race
Footsteps resounds through the smoke and gun powder
Can our vague cause get any louder?
We have settled the earth with good intensions
We have sickled the earth without preservation
And life is a heat wave escaping sharp reason
I remember the ice age through this forest fire
My mind swinging through the fallen branches
My heart singing through the dark trenches
An empty throne for the prince of peace in this time of war
My kingdom scattered all over the kitchen floor
I am sober minded…so let it flow
History has paved the runway back to our future
The burning light clear to our crash-landing
Human nature autopilot-ing
Year is 3035
And here I lie in my capsule
Waiting for the great End
Or may be deep in my heart
For an Alchemist
To come and show me
Some light
Among this dark plight...
The chemicals I used
To make my Oxygen
Is almost finished
The pills I take for vitamins and proteins
are also scarce
It's been ages since I tasted the food
For their is no tree or plant or herb outside
No oxygen in the atmosphere
The temperature inside is controlled
But outside is hell warm
From the glass windows
I have been seeing fireworks
For many weeks
Fire and lawa would erupt from nowhere
I know not if my friends
In my neighbouring capsules
Or alive or they starved to death
For none of us can move our capsule
As we are not left with much fule
An army of strange creature is taking the world
They drink fire which is erupting everywhere
And eat garbage which too is in abundance
The screaches of these fiery devils
Make my ears bleed
They are smashing our capsules for spot
And putting everything in their fiery gut
It's proving a final nail
In the coffin of haman race
And of the mother Earth
Alas, It all started gradually
With the cutting of the trees
And letting poisonous gases dissolve in atmosphere
Glaciers melted
Oceans evaporated
Atmosphere lost oxygen
Earth became a hot desert
Animals and birds... extinct
While humans... confined to their units
A lonely life in a small space
Without love, without friends, without family
It's everybody for it's self
Earth is about to shatter
Into pieces
I am already seeing the cracks
And the fireworks... blinding my sight
Oh God, make it end soon
For we have suffered way too much
Or send some help
And take me to a green Earth
( 4th May, 2021)
For 'A Poem of Horror' poetry contest, Sponsored by Funom Makama
The Human Race, 2017
There is no ‘White Supremacy’; there is no ‘Black Lives Matter’
But who has been refueling
To make this hatred fatter
It's never black and white, but everything in between
We are; The Human Race
And we differ in how we see
There is no ‘Rich Vs. Poor’; yet, less a ‘Middle Class’
Who is growing our dependencies?
To control the way we act
Where have gone the dreamers; small business, building lives
Who is costing us our future?
With taxes, fees, and lies
The pros and cons of history, so, why should statues fall?
Another way devised to blind us
And to keep the racial stalls
We are all in this together, and together we must stand
To recognize each other
To serve the common man
We are all in this together, and together we’ll be strong
Remember: We The People
Cause politics, will always, ‘play’ us wrong
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer