Human Being Poems - Poems about Human Being

GETTING READY IN NATURE

GETTING READY IN NATURE

Lions shaking all off…
Elephants self showering…
Snakes changing their skins…
Human nature needs cleaning…
Time to wipe out injustice…

party morning

               party morning
             and we have ascribed to you
           your inapprehensible walking 
      

AI Panacea Or Pain

A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human

Testimony of human

Do not get carried away with a man testifying about you
The fleeting and lying world will dump you soon and leave you cold
Hard to explain your loyalty when your eyes are closed
Folly game they play, holding to unconfessed sins to do
Well, a judgment day will end them anyway 
One thing is for sure, evil has

Roadside Lilies Hiku 45

Roadside Lilies Hiku 45

roadside lilies white
in full bloom with delight~
yearning for human sight.

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DAILY GRATITUDE BEING HUMAN

I am grateful knowing we are all human beings…
When it comes to our DNA 
It’s the way our creators tried to format it

I just wish when it comes to being human
we were all a little better at it.

The Human Bond

2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 7'


The water inundates the houses and the towns.
Washing all the beauty to an ugliness of brown.
Homes are ruined, with memories loss, by heavy drowning-floods.
Nasty and distasteful times, swallowed, up in muds.

Yet, in all the tragedy, a bond of brotherhood is there.
A loving, sacrificial braveness permeates soaked air.
People stretch to take great

THE PRIMAL WHIRLWIND

A clash between two atoms.
An explosion — the Big Bang.
And so it began: with an eruption.

A cry of fire.
A chaotic dance of matter.
A beginning born of rupture.

How could it have been otherwise,
when creation itself began with conflict?

And here we are—
millions of years later—
on a planet of conflict.

A whirlwind of forces,
an endless struggle between people,
between ideas,
between

Why?

Why?
That's the question. Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why do we live in a world that hates change
A world clinging to a past long gone 
Why must hate be so common
Why does the world insist evolution is a myth to progression
Maybe it's just because they thrive in the tension
Maybe because if we cleared the fog of distraction
We would see their

From Here To Eternity

Dripping dripping, the sound resounding
Like echoes abounding
Stronger stronger, louder sounding 
My head is pounding

Throbbing throbbing the pain is increasing
Like a jack hammer never unceasing
Longing longing for the pains decreasing
Too much pain, I need the releasing

Like soft white clouds, floating in the wind
I feel the medication like a comforting friend
Thanks for the help, no hope I

Listen

Words are just a wrapper—
Truth lives in the ache,
Not in the noise we speak,
But in what starts to break.

We often make remarks,
Wearing their grief like borrowed skin,
But fail to touch the fire,
That burns beneath within.

"I feel alone," we think we hear—
"I'm fearful. I'm not okay."
We answer, "I'm sorry,"
Then turn and walk away.

But somewhere in the

The Crown of Cruelty

In a realm where kindness has vanished,
Where no light dares to appear,
The echoes of darkness reign,
Majestic and cruel in their sphere.

Sharp tongue, slice like a knife in depth 
as you speak.
A flashy eye glare soothes your skin 
as you walk past.
Words are full of deception, discrimination, 
hatred of your color, identity as you-a settler 
in

Castle

We all build our castles from sand
Only to expect them to be lasting
You will never see the faces to smile
After your victory is measured by forever.
From the moment you should walk away
To the end of the road you have taken
It's your heart and soul this is your chance 
The light is your opinion of good

Human Treasure

I will forever treasure the two of them.
One was a homeless man I met when
I was in the process of moving.
He said his name was Sky. My
Heart feels warmth each time
I think of him. You might say that
Meeting Sky was a 'going away
Present from God.

The other treasure, I never met.
She passed by and obtained a

Imagination

"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet 

Writers imaginations like to play,
with creativity and words each day.
Only with a writers big human heart,
a writer gets their pen in hand to start.
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