Humanity Poems | Examples of Humanity Poetry

Don’t tell me change is impossible. I’ve done the math. 3,000 people. $10 a week. That’s $30,000 every week. Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%. That amounts to $1.6 million per year. Enough to start a small business annually. Enough to buy homes outright. Enough to give dignity without debt. And if thousands of groups did this? Poverty wouldn’t need handouts. Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare. Education, health,...

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Glass-foot by Gabrielle Munslow She kneels on glass. Two jagged rocks, hidden—clenched behind her back. Secrets. Her mouth open, not in benediction but for unholy things. He looks down—unkind. She rises, smashes the rock into his skull. Hallelujah escapes her breath. She was shackled to desire. But her mind wandered. Wrote verses behind her eyes. Words curled in corners, caught fire. She fought back with poetry. With flame. 2 / 4 Cracks...

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I've been fed a prune of life, Spooned it silver, everlasting. I spat it out to seek a knife, To chop and cease it of forecasting. The birth is reason as much itself: Not 'yond the self conceived. Wrote for book on busy shelf, Whose tales unread aren't grieved....

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Love, while at first sight is also a journey of generations -- sort of like, a flash of hate has its roots in heaven and the Fall. I guess, what I am trying to say is, any moment holds the conglomerate of all – all that is, has been; and, I suspect, what is yet to be. So then, I...

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A cloud bursts, and the earth drinks -- the sun shines, and the earth ripens; the moon, sanctuary of werewolves and Love, keeps alive our fictions. ...

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Life is a fire I'm the ingredient Stuck to a pot When will I be poured in The ingredients are different Some are big Some are small Some are black Some are red Some are brown Some are white Some are yellow Different ingredient but one pot Life is a sea I'm the stream Flowing gently to the sea When will...

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light d i m m e d for Hathor she wants to bring in Persephone chocolate candle dripping consciousness creating a new silicone valley of light//sound//water//spectral multidimensional fields// cheap caramel cinnamon wine leaks from cracked tumbler like DMT bubbles rose petals slowly f ...

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Is a picture worth a thousand words? Is it the same with a song? Is it worth a thousand pictures? Who can deny the powerful images evoked from Songs of Struggle and Protest – a forte of common humanity? A song can paint optimism, commitment, and a desire for peace, freedom, and the right to live without …Your Millions, Mister. A piece of...

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If everything’s been written And everything been said We won’t speak anymore Won’t write anymore. But if we are the new prophets Sent to remind manhood The world belongs to God And if the world drowns off In the mud of inky well And scribes and Pharisees Roar in the vanities Then we’ll still howl our dreams Writing down all our visions And against their arsenals We will unfold...

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If God were a Woman But, He ain’t The Bible tells me so He wouldn’t abandon His children Like a deadbeat Dad Create stars to foster kin Use child labor to make hijabs Covering the universe in shame He just inseminates galaxies Leaving diapers for others Sending humanity to boarding school Teaching survival of the fittest Like his beloved Son crucified Who failed His test yet won While mother...

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Just how could no one, not understand this Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds Will we ever realise the earth more than this It can always provide everyone's own needs What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice Was there ever a reason to steal this land There's too much that...

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On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

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whistles blare gun powder in the air lead pours overhead I can't wait to feel my bed I line up my rifle breathe and squeeze my orders are to strife I run empty so I freeze the quit nights are haunted this conflict was unwanted one more tally added; I can't mask it make sure they spell it right on my casket...

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“It's a girl!” The female form, the rounded edges that soothe and nurture Shaped and created by gentle hands to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm Beast of burden I was formed this way and now I am bruised and soft from the many blows life has landed upon me As ages pass,we continue to strive to be...

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What’s the point of trying, when failure feels near? What’s the point of moving forward, when sadness is all I hear? Why bother achieving, when it seems they’ll leave and truths become clear? What’s the point of taking risks, when emotions turn to fear? What’s the point of letting go, when everyone just moves along? What’s the point of singing, when the meaning of the song...

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