Best Humanize Poems
Somewhere there is the greatest day you will ever have
to mention this superlative does not convey by half
the exquisite satisfaction in obtaining your desire
freedom from cemented circumstance of which you daily tire.
Somewhere there is the greatest thing you will ever see
to dream and visualize it brings on pure insanity.
A picture deep inside your mind would cause the heart to burst
so, you try to give it little thought and let the fates rehearse.
Somewhere there is the finest moment ever to occur
that will change the charted course and cause new events to stir.
In a fashion that is favored by everything around
you’re astonished by your words and the power of their sound.
Somewhere there is the finest person you will ever know
you ‘ve felt them everyday develop, humanize and grow
by the many pains and challenges time has brought their way.
When you look into the mirror this will be your greatest day.
1/29/19
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Written by
Paula Swanson 7/31/2011
A hand held out in supplicance, ignored,
wanting nothing more, than to feed a child.
The dry cough of an ancient river bed,
where once a great river ran wild.
The last leaf to fall from a tree,
when from mankind, denied a drink.
The slow motion action, before a wreck.
Those seconds, when your heart sinks.
The times when nothing that they say,
changes how you act or what you do.
The fall from grace, you try to hide.
From those who look up to you.
The words that flow from your pen,
that your tongue cannot vocalize.
Dreaded mortality, that is ever present,
reveals a clarity you humanize.
**Note: The shape of the poem, represents
the vessel that holds mankind's tears
For the contest: Sounds Of A Cry....
Sponsored by Michael J. Falotico
Placement: 4th
I feel I've had an advantage because I live alone
and a lot of my socializing, lately, is on the phone.
Working from my home has not left me jobless
That's why I feel the need to open up and confess
I'm better off than those burdened with stress
so I've got no complaints or reasons to bemoan.
It has been an eye-opening experience for me,
not understanding why so many people disagree
about keeping others safe and free from a disease
by the simple task of wearing a mask. So, PLEASE
comply and the world will soon rise from its knees.
Covid is a beast to kill, and it's our responsibility.
I've learned to be self-sufficient. It's come in handy
for now I tweak my recipes by adding a little brandy.
Seriously, no longer do I take anything for granted...
I'm missing family and friends, and I'm disenchanted
by those whose views have become a little slanted,
by pretending everything will be just fine and dandy.
My philosophy about isolation hinges on our attitude.
It's time to work together, and brotherhood renewed.
Humanize your heart and stop placing all the blame
on one thing or another. Many should feel the shame
of mocking the pandemic as an illusion, just a game.
We need to value the worth of life; or we're screwed.
Posted ~ July 30th, 2020
Isolation Philosophy Contest
Sponsor ~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
“Don't appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.”
Moliere
This is a sad decade.
Nothing is served on a plate.
You order a handling and wait.
You order a book and a pizza.
Despite all the handful ways,
frustration and "what it takes"'
you still want the same:
a story, a bite and a sup, and a visa.
You get what you ask for, again,
but you're never sea legs with yourself,
so you choose to get used to a friend,
yes, you do, unaccustomed schizo.
Don't expect it from me, pray.
All you people are good for is gambling.
May this make you sad for a day:
I want nothing but smart handling.
31.10. 2014
“Its Given”
Its given living life intentional I awake daily in attunement living life on a purpose for a purpose
Germinating my flow
My ambition is struggle driven
My strengths derived from resiliency is flamboyantly noticeable its given
Im colorful so if you dont understand me its because we are all singly uniquely woven
Our reasoning may appear diverse its due to the separate lives were living but its given
That you are you and I am me
Comfortably positioned as what our creator and character has defined us to be With inevitable cultural engraving
Ancestral imprints of enslavement oppression pavements
Its given resiliency
You are you and I am me
Fearlessly and wonderfully made to stand as one in unity and love through these perilous times
So I shine my light and humanize life by vocalizing
My voice towards a more positive wholesome choice
Combating against the enemies hate and loud overwhelming noise
A beacon of light to penetrate, motivate and inspire those that can relate Breaking lost souls free from bondage
At one point I was captive hidden in silence
I subjugated the trauma and prioritized my hurt
Sifting through my dirt I dug up my worth
No more comparing today Im comfortable in my own skin No matter my failures or imperfections
The reflection in the mirror positively affirm that I can win
revelations to articulately convey the words to heal
What is given that you are you and I am me
Walking down the same road with dissimilar backgrounds
Masks under another.
Put it on, take it off, then another
So many masks makes it hard to
breathe.
but take them off and something happens
They formulate. Evolve. humanize.
Now, sentient beings take over.
But. The only thing is. I alone can see them.
These sentient masks once stacked upon
the being of absolute certainty. Now
out and about carousing the streets with their
looks of aberration.
How many? ten? twenty? So hard to count.
But wait.
This was. back then
Just. not now.
What are they then?
unseen, sentient, inaudible.
Just another mask under another.
Everyone has their ghosts.
Me, too many to count.
Every day...in fact, every 15 minutes,
someone, somewhere in America
picks up a gun and kills another person
for reasons unfathomable
It's a harsh, scalding reality...
Every now and then in our society
someone who shouldn't have an assault rifle,
takes it to school, or into a bar, a shopping mall
and starts using people as target practice
It's madness; a new normal!
Cowardly captains of complacency
in Washington continue to kick the can
down the road and feign interest
in gun reforms. Their cavalier disregard...
for domestic terrorism is beyond the pale!
Gridlock in the Senate means more casualties
from mass shootings in the future and GOP
politicians will keep playing armchair psychiatrists,
tagging the next active shooter as "mentally ill"
Why humanize them all? Some are heartless killers!
Mitch McConnell is as Mitch McConnell does,
as you and I know. "President" Trump is too busy
jumping from one scandal to another
to do something about gun control
Now he has his impreachment to worry about....
Campaign promises he made, still unkept.
Actions to be taken, he leaves to chance
with a predictable "We'll see what happens"
That seems to be his favorite go-to one-liner....
"We'll see what happens"?
I see nothing happening anytime soon
to curb mass shootings in America, do you?
It's very hard to make things happen...
when Washington is broken!
Date written: 09/30/2019
Overanalyze and criticize, demoralize and ostracize
Modern pundits legitimize their vicious exercise
Scrutinize and standardize, compartmentalize and cannibalize
Wizards of efficiency synchronize, initialize and circumcise
Demobilize and paralyze, stigmatize and de-humanize
Westernized pols, their constituents balkanize and polarize
Trivialize and miniaturize, standardize and sterilize
Thought-police priesthoods evangelize and moralize
Why can't they fraternize and socialize?
Why don't they harmonize and compromise?
Entry in Rhyme Battle: Xi Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred
movement felt,
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed
with fingers pressed against themselves
absorbing stillness’ breath
suspended in each air a pair
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts
captured
then released with care
youthful power to devour light
whose distance now
becomes serene
a slow suspended scene
in the moment captured
stretched like bubble gum or taffy
compressed
into the thinness of a dime
time
rolled between the fingers
ridged and perfect soft
wrapped
as cigarettes unsmoked,
moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread
gathered sweet
and then,
a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness
where the smooth compare
the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin
upon a polished youth
with broken glass of bottles blowing
tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids
and paisleys worn -
attempts to humanize
collateralized machine
we all want out, sometimes,
we all want in.
When the roads are grand
yet your mind still will not pass
the toll was too expensive
it required a conscience
with some empathy
ignorance and evil
hold hands when they dance
to de humanize
partners in crimes
oh my! rape
the pinatas are dead
It started 76 years ago
Friends, animals humanize us,
Whether it’s the fearful doe or the wise doe,
Fleeing from our presence, our wickedness,
May it be the fox, smarter than a star?
May it be the scorpion, which makes us fear death,
Whether it’s the monkey, mocking our laughter,
Friends, animals humanize us
Whether it’s the white, red cow,
Offering us her milk, butter and our cheeses,
Let it be the horse, raised by our gifts,
This horse, which walks us on the beaches,
Or the eagle that shows us how to fly,
Friends, animals humanize us, yes,
The lion, despise all our arrogance,
The elephant is much wiser than our philosophers
Lizards teach us to nap,
The ladybug speaks of God,
The cat distrusts our reasonable voices.
Friends, animals have many powers,
To show us our wrongful or unjust deeds,
They reveal our deepest wounds,
Friends, animals humanize us,
Let us frequent them modestly, beware of appearances,
They know us, they run away with reason.
I
When mistakes (sins, really) occur
Again, again, again, again, again
Who has grace enough to forbear?
Maybe misguided mothers, not men
Like me ... Either old school or clear
About action-reaction, choice - consequence
II
All sides gain if there seems to be justice
With great mercy, grace, forgiveness
Or forgiveness is but a burdened brute
Like donkeys (old English "@asses")
That cannot get human consideration
Since none would take a donkey to tea
Or coffee, or - O my human brain - therapy
But you & I must feel our identity
As humans is respected; humans ought not beg for humanity
In the name of misguided forgiveness
On the one side only; error must pay & learn
Or forget forgiveness & all education
Such is the choice for this generation
"Goodbye civilization," or bring back repentance
I'm from a place
that many don't know
because I am in love of
that place inside of me,
that I wish to offer
and receive... I
Path on a road
that leads to lovely places !
who doesn't want to leave
stay and love his own place...
I love to leave, then return...
Live and perceive everything,
without losing the sense,
to harmonize and humanize
this world of ours...!
Religion was the juxtaposition
the central point of our vision
the direction the difference
always destined for distance
Now I see and hear humans
emotions, and how I use them,
they were gifted our given,
that now after 20 years isn't
And I feel our united core
a vision to build us from all war,
what you lost now, we'll give you more
Afghan born dreamers, dream the way of us all!!
And America, if you are global,
every choice is for the local,
build their nation, roads, homes, SAME FOR ALL!!
freedom, each pocket,
protected, enforce it.
they are no stereotype, not an alien,
but our race, humans we humanize
showing love, emotions, fair giving and take,
seek together, for the unknown, as the next unknown awaits.
That failure belongs with American scores,
being hopeful, then it's woeful, the power is false,
the plan, your politics, corrupt funds, you failed in it all,
you left after learning for twenty years you were fooled
The Great American Military Might Be,
Gone if the fight and thought line brightly
Restless hand of poet rejecting moments of idleness,
start writing and empty the unbearable heaviness:
and as the splashing waters of the waterfall plunge down
the precipice for an escapade into the distant ocean,
they must leave the deepness of intellect
and become a realized concept!
Without an imagination of expressive power, you lament is ceased by anguish,
and will lay here voiceless in its impatient oath,
not bursting within its walls of imprisonment,
to find its evasive freedom and finally succeed in imparting wisdom:
when readers rather focus on their content,
than on the richness of their words that don't ravish...
Restless hand of poet, never write in impetuous haste,
to impersonate another voice in an impersonal tone;
be prudent in choosing the right ones that are plausible,
not impinging on the impeccable thoughts of others,
challenging them to innovate their ingenuous taste!
Restless hand of poet, improvise your incentive ideas
from articulate feelings without implying or impeaching gall;
impetuous cries can and will cause a rage so implacable!
Be impervious to each plea, reflect and understand
the importance of patience when something may impend;
immortalize that event with images that idealize,
ignite, inspire, delight and describe experiences that humanize!
Take your attention away from the hour-glass,
no days from can be removed from your purposeful existence;
rebuke your idiocy and mend your self-confidence!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci