Best Humans Poems
I stand at the wooded edge
where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave
its yellow heads nodding in agreement.
A chickadee perches
its heart a tiny drum of joy
echoing the forest's pulse.
In this moment a smile radiates—
not mine but the earth's—
a ripple spreading
a gentle caress touching all it meets.
A maple leaf lets go
red-gold luminous
spinning down in a silent dance
a quiet farewell to summer's warmth.
I catch it as a gift.
How strange, this silk
between bird, leaf, and human
this quiet belonging that holds
as frost approaches.
What is this feeling
but love's quiet whisper?
This moment
but life itself, distilled
to its essence?
And now, having tasted
this wild sweetness
how will you carry
your one precious life?
(unfit
category
but no
choice.)
Life would
be
worthless
and
short
If this is
the only
dear life
we
have
Great
plans just
death can
abort
to be
useless
once you
met
your grave.
And for
those who
die young,
in
chilhood's
tender
ages
How short
and
incomplete
life
would be
How
unfair and
unlucky if
death's
the end
for them
Besides
life to the
fullest is
eternity.
What
about
those who
born
and die
poor
or those
born deaf,
blind or
lame
What if
they were
so
doomed
without
any cure
How
unlucky if
resurrection
never
came!
But a
belief that
there's a
life
after this
could be
of great
consolation
and solace
especially
to the
poor
handicapped,
the
shortlived
that they
could
make it up
under
heaven's
grace!
For the
good one
who is
born
blind
In heaven
shall he in
brighter
vision see
And the
goodly
one yet
who
has lost
his mind
will in the
afterlife
be as sane
as could be
The deaf
man with
his balance
of pious
acts
Only the
hereafter
would
compensate
what he
lacks
And that
godly one
born poor
and who
dies poor
could be
of the
richest at
heaven's
door
In this life
those
who've
been
saintly yet
unable to
talk
could
cheer up
to believe
what
heaven
has in
stock
For this
world can
be misery,
heaven's
the place
to rock
In this
world at
times
you've
to let the
hawks
gawk
Knowing
your
tormentor
in
heaven
shall ye
mock
Thus for a
true
happy
ever
after
for an
abode of
mirth and
laughter
Work
towards
thy
hereafter
A divine
place
devoid of
disaster!
Glimmer in the sky
Leaves a trail of powdered white
Roar engulfs the ground
Hundreds of souls are shuttled
At nearly the speed of sound
A brindled mountain capped with snow,
hosts paradise in its shadow.
Where moss clings to the virgin rock
on ancient roosts where seabirds flock.
White water teaches springs to sing
with that tinkling pitch bubbles bring.
As creeks chuckle a gurgling sound:
laughing out loud, where rocks abound.
Gushing rivulets, spray, and twist,
morphing into a sparkling mist.
And flowers, like living jewels,
are mirrored in reflecting pools.
Light and dark play with skittish leaves,
chasing applause; each breeze receives.
While subtle odors scent the air
with a fragrance, beyond compare.
In this secluded spot on Earth,
Serenity reveals its worth.
For only Nature resides here:
tranquil, with no humans to fear.
Floods and fires, beware.
The time is ticking till all will despair.
The blood boils through my icy veins,
As she pours down through acidic rains.
“It won’t happen, it never will come.”
That’s what they said before she won.
But now she is back, more vengeful than ever,
reaping and sowing all for her pleasure.
She warned us once, she warned us twice.
She warned us all we’d pay the price.
But we played dumb and we played blind.
We hid behind our incredulous mind.
Those who heeded the truth were pained,
For all of their sacrifice went unnamed.
Their stout hearts warned us so,
But the price of Life is all that we know.
We murdered her children, we enslaved her kin.
We did all that we could to ensure we would win.
Our greed and our hunger were the ones that steered,
And that is exactly why she is now here.
Our Mother does love us, Our Mother does care.
But we’re making our Mother more and more bare.
We ripped out her branches, and burned all her leaves.
But the fire we bore released all her seeds.
They grew with a ferocity far greater than known,
And slowly her saplings claimed all that we own.
She did not die, she never will.
It is only us that come and go still.
So open your eyes and open your heart,
for you’ll never know when the light will go dark.
…to better days.
Having read the news as we continue our life's displays
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
It's towards sad to tragic as we just don't seem to learn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
Beirut, Syria, whether deliberation, or accident prone?
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
Famine, floods, fighting, bloods, all on today's phones
Just what have we learnt from the tips of our tongues
Will we keep reading the news as continuous life flays
It's now similar news to us, we've not learnt when young
We're towards sad to tragic as our learning's lost it's turn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
Perfect is not for humans
We kiss and tell,love and forget
We hug and lie,
We are only human anyway, and
Perfect is not for humans
Sometimes, our personal needs and wants make us overlook what the others think,
After all, we are only human
Perfect is not for humans.
The beautiful impossible motion,
can we see, feel, touch motion?
No,
we see, feel, touch the results of motion.
Motion stands still,
until we use it.
We humans have no motion until we move,
walking, running, or maybe dancing.
Even weather has no motion,
until it speaks.
The winds blow with motion,
we then see the leaves move.
Everything starts out with no motion,
moving gives motion to the movement.
We can not see, feel or touch motion,
yet we can see, feel, touch motion in action.
What a wonderful impossible thing motion has been.
I am reading people today.
Their faces, their smiles, their twinkles and flashes.
Their energy in the form of art, and poetry.
I am reading everyone I can get my eyes on.
I am reading poems, and stories.
I am reading their lives, and their loves.
I am relishing their heartfelt journeys.
I am vicariously living in imaginations not my own.
I am reading people today.
On the street, at work, in my house.
They all want to be read, cherishing my time.
I am spending my time on the Internet, making friends
All around the world, on poetry sites,
Through texts and emails. Through face time.
I am reading people today.
Their faces, their smiles, their twinkles and their flashes.
Written 2-02-2019 Contest: Premiere Iii
Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
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creations of the human mind ~ destroying their creators… mankind
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HUMANS, ANTS AND SHADOWS
The smallest ants cast long shadows. . .
Little they are but see how discipline they can be
Millimeters apart, they all unify in a single file
It's a dismay that at some point
Humans, don't show such discipline
Instead of waiting for their turn
Sometimes one overtakes, one assumes
someone else's post just to be on time
selfish motive or emergency,
who knows?
Polymorphic ants, they merge
to do an umbrella of tasks
Humans regardless of status and age
All are entitled to do some chore
inside ones home, school or workplace
Hand and hand in a web of labor
Talking to each other
with their own way: pheromones
Some colonies act as one
but some misunderstands, they fight.
Humans as well does communicate
with the languages that abound this earth.
Hence, we can readily convey our thoughts
but still, highest among creations,
there are still confusions and war.
Amazing!
Such little creatures,
Ants and we, humans,
one way or another
cast long shadows. . .
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©O. E. Guillermo
03:31 pm, January 16, 2015
Note: Pheromones -- chemical substances released by insects (e.g. ants, bees, wasps etc.) the influences their physical behaviour particularly communication, signals.
Where has all this brought us
Into the void or into the better?
It should be an advantage
But is it really like this?
The arms were opened to humanity
But humanity uses them like tissues when you have a cold
As if all this had no disadvantages
But is it really like this?
The arms were opened to humanity
But humanity has only exploited this
The did not appreciate it and soiled the world
Globalisation - and it will get worse
If humans chirped, chirped, chirped
What would it sound like if they burped?
Would it sound like a chirp-up?
Or like they got their leg caught in a stirrup?
If humans chirped and ate and burped
Would it sound divine or like they lurched?
Would it sound as if they ate worms?
Or ate lobster and with the cook they came to terms?
Ahhh, lets just wonder what it would sound like
if humans chirped and if they would use a mic?
By Susan Mills
Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…
Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…
Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…
The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…
The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…
The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…
Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…
I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…
I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…
I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…
I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…
Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
I hate every living thing.
Animals only have their instinct
which is why some of them are extinct.
The only thing they know is that they should mate and eat
the reason behind them ending up in hunters’ pit.
Some plants have some spiky thorn
that can make all who touches, mourn.
It can also contain something poisonous
even though it looks edible and delicious.
But I hate human beings most of all.
For humans, at times, may not use their brain
that can put mindless animals to shame.
Some can only continuously give their love and trust,
hurting themselves again and again like in their past.
They can be vicious and hurtful
making others feel like an idiot and a fool.
Some may seem wonderful and pretty
but rotten attitude is what they have, truly.
Though I must say human beings are blessed.
They can look as magnificent as a gorgeous buck.
Luckily, they have brains so they won’t suck.
They can be as sweet as the smell of carnations.
And they were well-endowed with emotions.
Like all flowers, people can beautifully bloom.
They can be anything, maybe find a wife or groom.
How I wish that ‘we’ would maximize our potential.
Cause, as you can see, we, human beings, are special.