Humanity. Poems - Poems about Humanity.

Electric Line's sway, spider webs of industry along a rocky lane under a hot southern sun, cicada… cry high, into the crystal blue sky We are a ghost nation of Man’s hypocrisy crossing shadows under a hard noonday sky. The empty road under the leaning Electric crosses of civilization Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into Upon hitting noonday ground Humanity lost...

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Not Judas alone has sold the Lord, We all have bartered flesh for sword. Not Pilate alone has washed his hands, We all have turned from burning lands. Not spears alone have pierced the side, But tongues of fire where lies abide. Not nails alone have fixed the pain,...

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Over fourteen years ago pop culture told us We’d only have twelve years to survive Due to the existential threat of climate change. Today I see a new prediction That within two years AI will go rogue And humanity will be extinct within the decade. And it reminds me again, people may be wrong, But you never know, and yet can...

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Your Divine Spirit is an open book of spontaneous reference. I have met people who seldom read the bible...yet, most every word they speak and action they take, is Biblically correct. Am I saying, no need to read the bible? Absolutely not -- if a sense of emptiness, loneliness, dissatisfied existence, read, devour, savor! With...

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Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker 12.8.25 inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun” “We are liberated from everything & everyone when we know who we...

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How can a place be no fairy And no person either The birds are gone for food There are no seeds, no fruits And no flowers blooming for hopes I don't mind and need not a pity In fact, I am indeed rattling happy If this is a discarded land It must be mine...

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Silent prayers swallowed by fear Behind cold walls and guarded gates Voices crushed beneath heavy boots Lives erased in whispered hate. Families torn, dreams confined Faith hunted like a fading flame Eyes that plead for freedom’s light Caught in endless pain. The world watches, silent, still As hope flickers, barely alive But their spirit, though battered Refuses ever to die....

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Can it be beyond, insane when a brain begets a brain, putting it in competition with its own junior edition? Proud of tot's data retrieval, will he mimic papa's evil, wishing not for an embrace, but ever scheming to replace? I'm rife with distress and bother - will the son turn on the father?...

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Man is like the grains of sand, in the hourglass of eternity. Reincarnating with every turn of the glass, continually changing while staying the same. The same eternal energy, moving from one location in the eternal continuum. It changes its appearance by its intent and its purpose through its intelligence. ...

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Nationals you are the same Whatever nation you relate to You're caught up in the old game Of some national breakthrough The most independent sources Tell you what you need to learn Privileged with self-importance You count every cent you earn Tell me propaganda stories Tired generalizations Pose a show-off with no worries Though you are a worried nation That’s your special way to go Just...

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My oath, a word, a mission, a law, to walk the sacred path of being human— fierce, and yet profoundly kind. My soul, a compass, divinely aligned. I heal with a thousand salient balms— words, deeds, and quiet thought. For wounds unseen and histories unsaid, a constant, quiet redemption I've sought. I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics. A quiet hand that...

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The 49er arrives with the virgin sunrise. but the golden veins have long ago dried. Pick axe in hand Dynomite in his good eye. He's the only one left of the callused kind. Back in spring Blackjack the burro broke free bolting for the last watering hole licking the salt from his reigns. Deeper and deeper the miner burrows in. It's...

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"There’s a Hole in the Bucket" What an ugly world when poets turn on each other life is a bank of territories left and right and lost in between, isolated in limbo the revolutionaries silent I’s all outside drawn lines the inner circles drugged on vitriol think they know best, it’s all holier than thou the white hooded crusaders marked wearing...

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Is there still time for us? vs 1 I wake up to a sunrise, and a beautiful blue sky, so many questions unanswered I'm still left with the big why vs 2 I see that the earth still turns, we watch as our planet burns? will humans never learn? Is there still time for us? Chorus Is there still time for us? Haven't we seen enough? What happened to...

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Dead Babies You know where silence is complicity insidious war crimes dance in this vile air Holocaust encore ...

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