Best Humanistic Poems
My backslidden soul*, you were converted by GOD’s Word
As shown by your divine growth and testimony ’s record,
But you departed away from that great spiritual cord
Broken by worldly financial and material sword.
Turn to God Who rescues by His grace He can afford!
My prodigal soul, you were so blessed greatly
As the Lord provided for you tremendously,
But you neglected sound principles biblically
That caused your moral downfall fatally.
Turn to God Who can restore you fully!
My wayward soul, you were known to be Christ-honoring
As evidenced by your heavenly walk and divine bearing,
But you embraced humanistic doctrines so devouring,
Making you proud, yet continuing in miserable erring.
Turn to God Who can transform you be God-fearing!
My discouraged soul, you were before an example of zealousness
As seen in your conviction for godly standards and uprightness,
But you despised God’s presence and defied His holiness
While taking for granted prayer and Bible’s effectiveness.
Turn to God Who can bring you to His righteousness!
My unfaithful soul, you were then fulfilling the Great Commission
As proven by your mission-minded pursuits, filled with compassion,
But you failed to stay in the ancient landmarks of faith’s action
By compromising with secularism and liberalism’s motion.
Turn to God Who can plant you on His firm foundation!
My wavering soul, you were a guide to them who found real freedom
As told by those who owe to Christ thru you what they’ve become,
But you forgot the real source of genuine authority and wisdom
When you abandoned the only Way to heavenly kingdom. Turn to God Who invites that to Him you humbly come!
My dear soul, you surely need God with His forgiveness and guidance
As He alone can surely lift you up from your critical imbalance,
Beg on Him to uphold you on His church’s scriptural stance
And to behold you with His loving care by His divine glance.
Turn to God Who can pull you for revival’s sustenance!
*Psalm 6:4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
May 22, 2018
Categories:
humanistic, christian, courage, devotion, encouraging,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
the truth never told me a lie; if one writes a thousand poems one has a thousand poems written; everyone sees the sky as blue; Chicken Little is the only one the poet knows to see the sky as falling, therefore, the poet can imagine what it must be like to wonder if the sky will fall on her too. Oh, and by the way it can happen because of you know that law (No, not Murphy's Law ((gotcha)) ), Godel's law. Well, time for a dictionary hey?! And even funnier, the poet doesn't have any screws loosw since the nuts and bolts of the poet are adjusted quite well anyways. Well, scrap that concept, the poet doesn't actually exist except for in some macabre, abstract, poetic, humanistic, peaceful way that for sure will cease within the next one hundred years. Therefore, the poet so shall choose to be the Biggest frickin', flippin' "Dreamer Be" in such a Divine sense as to ponder all things and mark the poet's fingerprints on life in sizzlin' accordance with the poet's law which is as follows: "Skip your mundane penchant for life and live a new existence-- exchange a size small life for a ginormous size dream life!" Skip to the beats with fervid heat. Off my soap box now, the poet puts her words into action-- Lights, Action, Creation. Dreamer Girl gives way to her Big Heart!
Categories:
humanistic, dedication, life, life, poems,
Form:
Free verse
The World Upside Down and Backwards
One of the funniest things in an amusement park are the mirrors
and the way your true image comes across
but unfortunately without the Blood of Jesus applied to your life
this is the way you and me look to God for without Him we are lost.
We in the natural with a humanistic twist
have tried to work out a clean and bloodless redemption plan
but the Lords way was perfect in the price of His Son
so how do we them match that do tell me if you can!
This old world’s views since the fall
are backwards and upside down if you please
its ways, take all of you can get while the Bible says
to get you must give and it says so not for us just to tease.
A life without Jesus is upside down and definitely
out of control
going nowhere in the fast lane as there is no way to escape
and one day all of us will have chosen where we will go.
As I mentioned before so say I again
we are backwards without Jesus as to how we are to view this life
for when He arrives on our dreadful lowly scene
if you will allow Him to, He will rid your life of peace stealing strife.
As a babe new born in our world
one of the first words a new baby will learn to speak is No!
they answer no to even good and wonderful things
that would have brought to their little face an awesome glow.
The central theme and message to this poem
was meant for this one fact
a life without Jesus, the Author of life is upside down and backwards yet
its needless to stay that way when He is wanting and welcoming to call you back!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Categories:
humanistic, gospel, religious,
Form:
Free verse
September 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 1-8
Key Verse – Zechariah 1:6 But my words and my statutes, which I commanded my servants the prophets, did they not take hold of your fathers? and they returned and said, Like as the LORD of hosts thought to do unto us, according to our ways, and according to our doings, so hath he dealt with us.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEALING WITH ME BY YOUR LOVE
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s compassionate ways
Despite my sinfulness against Your holy praise
Along my indulgence toward worldly plays…
Please forgive me of my iniquities through Your sanctification-grace.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s constant mercy
Despite my unfaithfulness against Your helpful consistency
Along my laxity toward slothful complacency…
Please pardon me of my indolence through Your conversion-clemency.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s disciplining chastisement
Despite my rebelliousness against Your serene encouragement
Along my stubbornness toward wayward impairment…
Please correct me of my disobedience through Your admonition-involvement.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s delightful pleasure
Despite my unmindfulness against Your offered fellowship’s treasure
Along my preference toward humanistic leisure…
Please transform me from my apathy through Your kindness-pressure.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s guiding wisdom
Despite my foolishness against Your heavenly kingdom
Along my ignorance toward doubt-filled boredom…
Please unchain me from my selfishness through Your Bible truth-freedom.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s gentle care
Despite my hardheadedness against Your watchful stare
Along my backsliding toward destructive nightmare…
Please pull me from my downfall through Your might-welfare.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s supreme authority
Despite my haughtiness against Your dominion’s authority
Along my hypocrisy toward futile vanity…
Please deliver me from arrogance through Your leadership-majesty.
September 5, 2022
Categories:
humanistic, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
November 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Ephesians 3-4
Key Verse – Ephesians 3:16 That he (GOD) would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR RICHES
Thank You for granting me Your riches of heavenly glory
Beyond earthly majestic territory
Over my soul’s sinfulness-misery
Upon Your perfect will for eternal victory.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of divine presence
Beyond worldly survival existence
Over my need’s security-confidence
Upon Your blissful fellowship for righteous preference.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of spiritual abundance
Beyond wealthy extravagant appearance
Over my want’s sufficiency-arrogance
Upon Your bountiful supply for generous performance.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of holy treasure
Beyond enjoyable ephemeral leisure
Over my craving’s satisfaction-pressure
Upon Your biblical principles for standard measure.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of everlasting wisdom
Beyond humanistic academic freedom
Over my intellectualism’s idealism-boredom
Upon Your infinite word for scriptural kingdom.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of virtuous price
Beyond worthy sacrificial cries
Over my ambition’s selfishness-vice
Upon Your sweet fellowship for blessed ties.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of precious possession
Beyond expensive ownership-provision
Over my education’s achievement-position
Upon Your gracious gifts for fruitful production.
November 15, 2022
Categories:
humanistic, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
G is for Gershon,a very kind heart
E is for Enthusiastic,ever encouraging
R is for Rollicking, clever poetry
S is for Sensitive, and so inspiring
H is for Humanistic in all ways
O is for Openmindedness, so rare
N is for Nourishment for our souls
W is for Wisdom, he blesses us with
O is for Outstanding humor,'Cum Laude'
L is for Loving, that is his attitude
F is for Fortitude,and that is no platitude
*****
Dear Gershon,
You are such a loving support to so many
of us. And bring your unique laughter to us
all......every day!
With deep appreciation,
Panagiota Romios
8/5/2021
Categories:
humanistic, appreciation, dedication, friendship, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
GOD MADE US ALL
He did not make you better than another!
But created you to honor one another.
Nearing my three years of poetry here,
I found comments about many others that
brought a hot, scalding, tear.
I was warned several months ago,but
did not believe this?
But the viciousness I saw had the most
malicious twists.
I wanted to tell all those with written
lies about them in their backs.
Worry not, God sees all personal, hateful
attacks.
So naive, was I, to without question ttrust
all souls.
Some here, with souls, as dark as the the
blackest coal.
But, it made me value poets with clean
souls, all the more...
Those who will be entering, one day, God’s
most holy doors.
One poet warned me long ago, this was
happening to me.
I did not believe her, but am grateful to
her for warning me.
No, she is not one of my constant readers!
But to to me, she deserves a giant trophy
as a moral, humanistic leader.
Be a friend, not a foe, to every poet here.
Have the dignity to honor them, not one of
you is a a seer!
If you think you are superior in thought to
another,
Do tell them in soupmail!
They are-not grist, for inhumane, poetical
fodder!
With best wishes for a great Holiday
season.
Whether Jew or Christian, you were
put on this earth for a reason!
11/ 25/ 2021
Categories:
humanistic, anti bullying, bullying, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
The blossoms in a meadow; being chocked out by the weeds;
Reflect the concepts of society; that do tangle and deceive.
In a conquest for dominion; they can not stand alone;
And the beauty of the flowers; are seldom fully grown.
The mirror casts reflections; on a rosewood vanity;
And the drawers are filled with prizes; that adorns the sight they see.
Those oratory speeches; that they rehearse into the glass;
Are deceptions to a personal gain; and their smiles are but a mask.
When asked to quench his thirst; the woman said like hell;
You shouldn’t even be here; and this is not your well.
It’s very old and common; but bares so many names;
That man must battle other men; is a humanistic shame.
Categories:
humanistic, parody
Form:
In midst of these unwanted times,
many students are psychologically
pressured due to loads of school work.
But at the end of the day,
when things go back to normal,
I am sure that they will not remember
the things that we taught to them...
But they will remember the moments
of struggle and hardships...
They will remember the moments
how their teachers cared and supported
them in such ways just to pass
the course.
Should we really think about the students' outcomes? Probably...
Should we focus on teaching the content of
our lessons? Maybe...
Should we pay attention to our teaching pedagogy to make learning
worthwhile? Perhaps...
In my own opinion, we should
emphatize our students and give them
the best emotional support and care.
We need to teach them to share,
collaborate and support one another
with favorable restrictions ??.
Our commitment nowadays
is to act out the core values
and be a humanistic
educator.
After all, care is one of the most
essential needs of a human being
Categories:
humanistic, care, love, teacher,
Form:
Free verse
Caffeine High
He works like a well-oiled machine
But only when filled with caffeine
No power within
The caffeine is just a smoke screen
He won’t even stop for cuisine
So he’s string-bean thin
Phenomenal woman, Carolyn Devonshire illustrates her uniqueness as poetess in this clever and witty poem “Caffeine High.” After looking over all her list of poems on this site, I failed to come up with any particular poem that I liked better than the others, I like them all, therefore, I chose this particular one. Though “Caffeine High” demonstrates only two of her many skills, passions and unique abilities as a writer, her poems are those that I would expect to see survive the trials of the changing times, and be among the uniqueness of the greats. I have been privileged to know Carolyn for some three years, and have co-written at least one poem with her. Her faith in equality and dislike for bigotry flavors the notion of emphasis in each piece of her work, and never is there any dismissal of another’s ideals.
The poetic endeavors of Carolyn flavor an impression upon myself that I will carry with me as being outstanding as long as I walk through this earthly valley of the shadow of death until reaching the portals of the absolute and beyond. Her type of writing, it’s passionate quality, will definitely be viewed as one that made the current state of humanistic evolvement more tolerable. She has been and her poetry, a great source of encouragement for my own lack in ability in expressions of my own passions in what inwardly I knew were facts of truths that needed written. To a dear friend a personal salute, Agape, John Moses Freeman.
Categories:
humanistic, funny, poems,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
Have they gone suddenly silent, these yearlings tender lambs,
In the stilled quiet amongst the melting snows of winter,
The mountain fields run crimson, and an eerie stench oozing
Upon the winds of distain!
The cannibal lies within the forest of the towered halls,
In the giant fortresses of mankind, he does stalk amongst his own brethren,
No wolfed bite of treachery could leave such a mark of
Terror, as he the beast, whom would feast upon the raw flesh
Of his kindred kind!
A gentlemen chamleon blending amongst the tailcoats
Of learned men, sheathed within the amour of intelligence's,
A humanistic wolf moves flawlessly, within the herds of the
Meek and mild, to pick his victims of the city flock
At his leisure of desires pleasure!
Underneath the outstretched wings of the red dragon,
The bubbling caldron pot of truest evil, does runneth over,
With the gravy’s leavening's of the corruption and violence,
Welcoming this creature of the demonic to the dinning
Table of the unrighteous and wicked!
Black sheep, black sheep, do you have any wool,
The whittend lamb does ask, nay but in the woods
Therein, lies many go within the wolves din and take
What you like at your own risk of course, my innocent
Friend, but beneath the blackened skinned wool the
Wolf does smile, with a sheepish grinning!
In an extravagant restaurant a well-mannered gentlemen,
Orders the specialty of the house to go, later he adds
He adds his special ingredients, spiced to the taste
Buds of the cook himself, it sizzles with an unusual
Oromia of well-cooked human flesh, the cannibal
Smiles with delight at his culinary masterpiece,
As the police knock at his door, with a missing
Persons report!
In the jail cell of the lost souls, he the cannibal known
As Hannibal Lector has no regrets, except say one,
The meal he never got to finish!
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
humanistic, dark, fear, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
Damsels birthed beneath the oracles marking of the third
Eyes ethereal dimension, profits magi of the elemental,
Earth, wind, fire, water and air, these the guardians
Of the hidden magic within all living matter, both for
The seen and unseen raw forces of ultimate power!
Amongst this the season of the earthen dead,
These eyes of clarity’s shine, to the sheen of brilliance,
Dipping within the pools of illumination, the stirring
Caldron pot of fortune is uplifted, upwards towards the skies
Of the foretelling, behold the wicked crafts of the
Alchemists charmed.
At the flicker light of the green candle bents in the winds of destiny,
The dousing rod of fate is shone, as the crystal ball flame burns
Brightly against the night, held tightly is the covenant
Hands embraced within this mystical sisterhood and
Brotherhood, the shadows of darkness past ideally
By, for the earth balance must be kept on both
Ends level, the light and the darkness of spiritualism!
As the solid megaliths of Stone Hedge stand tall against
The setting suns horizon, echoes float from the farthest
Edges of the planet, a mystical rhythm of ancient times
Sounds thumping, with the natural essence of life itself,
As the earth witches of the world unite in this winter
Solstice of the season of the dead!
Within the circling orbs of reality, a twilight duality
Exists within the realm of the ethereal on a higher
Plain of knowledges recognition, and the reader
In the light of spiritualism, shines in the afterglow
Of the beyond his or hers physical awareness, a fifth
Sighted seeker, the gifted physic, or magi of the
Humanistic soul!
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY MYSTIC ROSE
HAPPY HALLOWEEN SISTER OF THE HEART
Categories:
humanistic, fantasy, halloween, holiday, horror,
Form:
Free verse
I am who I am
Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin
My autobiography is quickly shown in who I am will be in time
past present future blend in context and contingency overt and sublime
No doubt the product of genes and socialisation is rather pertinent
thus mixing and mingling draws frameworks but is also quite reticent
German ancestry Lower Saxon and East Prussian born after the War
struggling with Genocide Holocaust trans-generational down to my core
Grew up in Hamburg somewhat lonely understood by not many but few
too young in my school year a class clown a rebel a critic because I knew
Teachers could not reject or downgrade me since I got full marks in exams
so I carved out my niche opposed authority of Messieurs and Mesdames
A late child of the Student Revolution an exchange to California ensued
where hot love struck me like balm on my wounds with Gigi from Peru
After graduation I rejected being supported by my father and joined the Army
to gain independence yet the method to gain freedom now seems very barmy
Could not leave the Forces despite pretty vigorous conscientious objection
did my best to help others as a medical doctor in humanistic inception
My duties brought me to Wales by the Irish Sea with five children and marriage
country medic and farm house guiding my kids and then nuptial miscarriage
Depression struck no light at the end of the tunnel just darkness and void
too much drink downcast in my mental wheel chair and almost destroyed
Went to rehab in South Africa for treatment where God-incidence came
where I met my wife best friend lover soulmate who had suffered the same
Now I sit in the sun in South Africa stopped medicine write story and poem
reinvent my life some inner child stuff self-actualisation and certainly growing
New awareness novel perspectives pacifism philosophy and many questions
but the knowledge that kindness love and compassion are more than suggestions
My most intimate companion apart from my gorgeous wife is depression
both showed me my path journey and meaning my own life’s repossession
So few words about where I come from who I am will become and will be
so if you wish to explore more of my roots and my future please read my poetry
Categories:
humanistic, life,
Form:
Verse
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
Categories:
humanistic, bible, butterfly, death, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
Is this the school of metaphysics,
The nullifier of ontology?
The diluter of pluralism,
The supporter of monotony?
A description of the virtues,
Depends on the physical existing;
Objects, people, colours and tastes,
Not a divine attributes listing.
What you teach in assembly,
Influences the life of every school child;
A glance, a look, a gesture, a stare,
Beckons mental illness beguiled.
All beliefs should be acceptable,
But humanistic values should centre,
For an understanding environment,
To cherish the individual’s banter.
There’s really not so many ways of life,
All can be categorised to make a few,
So that each family can be understood,
Whether loved, or by the child reacted to.
All too often I just so wanted, needed,
My headmaster to know the poems in my head,
Every night, just so that I could cope with life,
So that he would have good orchestrations.
It only takes a moment to slyly dismiss,
A pupil who’s from atheism’s stance,
But a legislation on school assembly,
Would give many kids a chance.
Categories:
humanistic, anti bullying, freedom, god,
Form:
Rhyme