Best Inhuman Poems
Border politics
Donald Duck
Child without parents
19.06.2018
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The lune is also known as the American Haiku 5-3-5 Syllables
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The journey began from birth
Since presented out into this life,
The brow beating experience,
Gloom besetting this vagabond soul
Are harrowing like the trail in front,
The ancestors had proclaim the future
To be bright, baring all retributions
Encounters in life,
They have spat out hard wine
Cracked the obliging kola nuts
And chewed the Alligator pepper,
Honey gel and Adun had featured in my throat
I have been boiled in salted perfume
And showered with herbal spring,
My soap is dark mushroom from an ancient iroko
Soaked in the pot of palm oil
I am spick and span;
The red-hot emerald from ember of coal
Have burnt into my chord
And swallowed into my belly,
I, lifted up with shaking hands
And showed to the rising sun,
The two hands clasped together
Taken up at wrists with shaky hands
And showed to the setting sun,
My legs brought together
Gripped at the ankles with shaking hands
And turned upside down;
Showing me the underside, inner in of the universe
The world is not trust worthy
Don’t take more than you can chew
Don’t give more than you can chew
You will grow and yet old
Prosper in life yet progressive
Go in peace,
You will not miss it
You will not die
You will not smell
You will not wander
You will not miss the entrance to your abode
You will not suffer reproach
Go with joy,
I then gathered together including
Sack of experience of life on my back
Loaded with my egg on top,
They weigh a tone but, not a weigh down.
I have journey to the end of the ocean,
Climbed to the tallest peak
Tour to where the wind originated,
Seen and met genera diverse in
Mythology, taste, setting in milieu
I have gone to the end of pleasure
And back; still I am on trip.
As inhuman as a man's heart seems...
hidden inside is a tender side:
a beautiful side seldom seen by others;
and that fear of being sensitive
is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride,
but manly qualities are judged by his deeds...
A woman's perception of the common man is that
he is lives in an unintentional masquerede,
to hide the sweetness he won't manifest;
and this unconformity won't let his beauty
be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity...
will he break the myth and be appreciated?
I have struggled with it indefinitely
and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically,
why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable,
and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible;
have we realized that disharmony,
indignation and frustration are not truly noble?
As inhuman as a man's heart seems,
many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause...
putting vanity before human compassion:
without guilt, regard and trepidation;
have we become so stubbornly persistent...
to lose all self-direction and prospective?
A human
an inhuman creature
becomes when
deprived of fears
with no reasons for tears,
makes no mistakes,
perfect and flawless
out of failure
for ever remains;
If never unhappy,
not bothered by trouble,
efficient in all actions
confidence he gains,
proud he becomes,
uncompassionate he is.
A human
an inhuman creature
becomes when
come true
all his fears,
when he
cried out
all his tears,
his life
was a fate
of failure,
all his mistakes
- cruelly serious
lead him
to plight
cannot he endure;
If for ever grievious,
harmed by fate mischievious
never found peace,
becomes he sympathetic,
yet humiliated
- miserable he is.
A human
an inhuman creature
becomes when
he makes
his life
a deceitful projection;
Stating untruth,
conforms blindly
without reflection
- refuses to resist;
honesty
to him
does not exist:
cowardly he escapes
to avoid the truth,
afraid he is
of the judgement
of his peers;
One who sought no truth
the entire life,
afraid of it,
turning face from the light;
One to whom a lie
is just a lullaby
for the consciousness,
a lost wanderer he is.
An inhuman creature
a human
becomes when
he is aware.
He does not fear
to cry
nor cower
to fear;
his imperfection
can he admit,
his weakness
his strengths can bear;
he does not conform
nor conceal the truth
when one is to be revealed.
In pursuit of truth
he self-improves,
finds his goal
and happiness;
the enitre life
he proves
to be honest
in all terms,
a conscious unit he is.
Inhuman Population
They try to tell us we need therapy,
that these feelings are unnatural.
The small minded are trapped in the mechanism of a robot
thus their attack of judgment are so practical
The union of two spirits should always be celebrated
two hearts,
two magnetic forces,
two naturally resourceful elements
have no right to be separated, deprivated, segregated
or proclaimed as demons, blasphemers or as an inhuman population.
We each have a purpose, provide a service
and contribute to lives and societies!
but our earth is so divided into
separate types and varieties that we’re blinded
by ignorance and hateful indifference with one another.
When we share
the same land
the same soil
the same air
the same oil
while tearing each other down in turmoil.
When this atmosphere was put here
to share our love, our life, our freedom, our rights,
to hear a lovers name gives the same reaction
to touch a lovers hand signifies the same attraction
A love that is just as pure and everlasting should never be outcasted!
For the one who sparks the fire in my eye
is the only one in whom I wish to stand by
and the one who supplies the rainbow after my storms
is the only one I refuse to be torn from!
and our lives and our existence is this……
So alive, so fruitful, so rich
so warm, so sheltering, so thick
like an ambience of united puzzle shaped pieces
that fit!
We refuse to remain in silence and fright
We refuse to give up insight
refuse to lose the fight
for love has no image
and we ALL deserve equal RIGHTS!
Repeal Prop 8 Now!
(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly)
The rhythmic thump
‘gainst the floor
That resounds
Both day and night
That gentle rustle,
That familiar bustle
That accompanies me
Through deepest, darkest night
That calms my soul
And fills the hole
That void that
Would otherwise exist
Presence there That ne’er
E’er, ceases to persist
Whose touch I feel
And who so insists…
That I touch in turn
And caress in delight…
And whose tail thumps
Rhythmically, faithfully (and light)
And is the measured metronome
That calms hearth, heart and home
My canine friend, e’er true blue
Who helps me through
The deepest…darkest…dreary
night
Heartless with one’s heart heart, I speak where does the words go? Do they evaporate within carless whispers released in the wind constantly being repeated or rewind, recycled. If no one cares responses, heartless, cold as if one’s heart is engraved in stone beyond apprehension.
Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires,
Lust in our eyes, burning with fire.
Rebuilding ambition in every man,
Casting aside what we don’t understand.
Taking for granted things oh so small,
Attention to detail no problem at all.
Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much,
Headlong too eager, always we rush.
Advice never headed, its such a chore,
Arguments, crime, murder and war.
Easing our wanting anyway at all,
Living a riddle without metaphors.
Innocent children turned septic inside,
Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes.
Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest,
Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest.
We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more,
Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door.
We are strong enough to care, much more than we do,
To make that difference to me, them and you.
The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin,
Time ticking by, we end then begin.
Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face,
Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race??
©.L.Kelly
What is human?
Helpless screams plead to deaf ears,
Sinister smiles paint the faces of the corrupted,
Blind eyes turn towards suffering with a grin,
False heroes cover up the casualties of greed,
Broken souls scattered about like toys,
It makes you sick,
The horror of reality,
It makes you cry,
The heart wails in the place of the helpless,
It makes you restless,
Nightmares occur to wide open eye lids,
It makes you angry,
History replaced with pretty lies,
You just want to run,
Wondering around aimlessly forever,
You can never escape,
Trapped in this mysterious maze of hell,
It’s everywhere you turn,
It’s painful,
It can't be helped,
Here is humanity,
Here lies sin
From the mass arose, a one of its kind---
Resolved to affect, the whole of mankind.
A brain gifted to influence the lot.
He owes to all, lives he bought.
His legacy lies in clandestine veins,
That rules lands, the inhuman terrains.
Calculating minds surrender to him.
Evil incarnate, he makes heads spin.
Empathy not, revenge he seeks,
Nature's curse, he promises peaks.
Philanthropy a garb, to make up for all
The sins he caused at ambition's call.
He feeds on wealth, he feeds on fire
He is love's craziest desire
He makes his rules, owns them all
Bitterness incarnate, he causes downfall.
Inhuman is what this act is
When will this madness cease?
My heart wants to howl today
How one man turned the lives of those parents gray
Can you not see what is wrong here?
Not another moment of this craziness I can bear!
Wake up from your sleep you morons
How many more have to die to stop these gorgons
How many more kids have to sacrifice their beautiful lives?
How long do we have to live on the edge of knives?
I wish I could do anything to help those in pain
Lawmakers don’t let those countless deaths be in vain.
Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!
More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?
How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice?
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!
O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?
the eyes and sights,
the little lips,
the face
wanna tell something
noiseless civilly
our boastful
verbose words
shut these all beautiful
make mute these all
and we the beastly inhuman
behave everywhere as unruly tyrant deaf
oh
for our impertinent dazzling happiness
liking this all in burning fire of sorrow
-Chattogram, BD
I am saddened to see the merciless scene daily, Doli , doli,the doli bearers shouted loudly, Pilgrims scattered like black pearls vainly, Chaos broke out among the crowd hourly,
I noticed the hardships of the bearers painfully, while the pilgrim mercilessly sat on the doli joyfully, Their neck were tightened by the heavy load dreadfully, And their hard muscled bodies ached totally,
I condemned the inhuman act vehemently,
And my kind heart melted like snow instantly, Was it good for us to ride on a human honestly?, My throat chocked and eyes shed tears visily,
Poverty pushed them to do the hard work harshly, When was the brutal work to be stopped actually?, Economic status of the labours should be enhanced cheer fully, Their work honoured and gave them respect really,
No human being should be maltreated merely, Coolies were the wonderful creation of God only, A bit of mercy made the world less cold ,highly, Treat them good as you want to to be treated ,really.
In the place where I live,
there was nothing before...
No house, no constructions
it was total desolation...
Now they planted grain of
development, sowed
bricks, glass and tiles and
invented urban labyrinth
in the place of haphazard and stones...
But they brought regrettable
resulting from modernity:
Fear, terror, accidents and assaults...
Is this progress...!?