Hope Humanity Poems | Examples
These Hope Humanity poems are examples of Humanity poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Humanity Hope poems written by international poets.
Mega church Earth,
Now's the hour, humanity,
Fills days with love, hope,
Peace bonds unite,
Foster futures now....
(25 syllables).
As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay.
Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray.
Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan.
Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’.
All my concerns point to the future.
People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture.
Every aspect of what’s known has been taken.
Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken.
You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired.
Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope.
Its okay you don’t have to be scared.
When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty.
That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see.
Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters.
I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters.
Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains.
Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.
They called it “order,” they called it “right,”
As shadows grew thicker and swallowed the light.
A whisper became a decree, then a law,
And mercy was branded rebellion, a flaw.
The Angel delivered in Auschwitz’s hell,
Breathing life where the silence fell.
Her trembling hands defied command,
Cradling hope the Reich had banned.
Today I hear echoes—same venom, new tongue,
The chants of the mighty, the songs they’ve sung.
“Illegals,” they cry, “take them away!”
As history’s lessons rot and decay.
First come the poor, the unhoused, the lost,
Then comes the migrant, whatever the cost.
Strip them of names, reduce them to fear,
And the march of injustice grows year after year.
But tyranny dresses in banners of pride,
A patriot’s mask with the darkness inside.
Camps are not born with smoke in the sky—
They’re born when compassion is left to die.
The Angel stood firm where the night had control,
Hands catching sparks to rekindle the soul.
The question now lingers, sharp as a knife:
Will we guard the ashes, or cradle new life?
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
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.
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 could mend
Show thy mercy let my life now transcend
I’ll patiently wait in a place without time
We’ll love for eternity in this place so sublime
Humanity is sick.
Humanity is fragile.
We come into the
world being taught
the opposite of
these fundamental
truths.
We are taught that everyone is equal,
that everyone deserves a chance.
But the world teaches us differently.
It doesn’t care who you are—
only what you’re worth,
only what you can
give before you
are broken.
But the truth is sharper—
there are no guarantees,
only chances taken
and chances lost.
What good were
our promises, besides
failed ideals? And
what good are ideals
when no one is held
to them?
Their losses
have taught
me:
we aren’t the sum of our flaws—
we are the sum of our virtues.
Even if those virtues are selfish.
Even if we don’t deserve a
second chance.
The world can take everything you
have in an instant, but you have to give it your
pride.
And you have to give
hope to the lies we tell
to heal the world.
My God so loves me
Father so loves me;
Refines me I am His
His righteousness
He forgives me all my sins;
I am a child of is;
He is my hope when it's hopeless;
Father so loves me;
He's ever there for me always;
Beautiful His actions are;
Provides every and all, my needs
And when I'm alone;
I embrace and talk unto Him;
Him righteousness my sins;
he's has oh woo-hoo-oh;
He has my God so loves me;
7/21/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Let a child’s gleaming face
be that kaleidoscope,
of blue sea pearl ripples,
spreading green tides of hope,
to dry land hearts in drought
needing tot’s tears to cope
From pitch black to being the pitch in battle
From self-destruction to self-love
A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed
He heard my cry from the heavens above
Today feels better because of the turn
Back in the race with handy upgrades
I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush
No victory exists without the blood of crusades
I bow my head in cold-headed affirmation
My smile turns inwards like an invisible humble ray
I had to stir my pot of faith to be granted this great day
My wounds heal as my dark past buries like Pompei
The earth, the population's burden's beast -
we take its flesh, its skin, and blood and bones.
We fight for its spoils. Terror is unleashed.
We have graduated from throwing stones -
mankind, once a hope, soon to be deceased.
Can you hear the hot, fevered beast's last moans?
Beneath our planet's provident blue sky,
we'll kill ourselves before the beast can die.
Inspired by our spiritual growth. Don't allow others to drag you into their storms. Rise higher.
I embrace my Light
By Michelle Morris
25/06/2025
I embrace my Light
I embrace my Love
I embrace my Divinity
I embrace my Power
I stand tall and strong
My courage is growing daily
No longer will I shrink to fit in
No longer will I dim my Light
I am made to Shine
My Light heals the Darkness everywhere
My Soul is a blessing to this World
I am magical and inspire wholeness
When you look at me
Consider what you see and feel
I am a mirror for your Soul
I remind you of your potential
Take my hand and let us rise
Let us rise together and create more Light
For each of us that vibrates higher
Helps create an uplifting of humanity
I embrace my Light
I embrace my Love
I embrace my Divinity
I embrace my Power
We embrace our Light
We embrace our Love
We embrace our Divinity
We embrace our Power
Together we can do it
Change the World and make it Shine
For Peace and Hope and Love
Expanding our Light Divine
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Beneath tin roofs and between rusted walls,
their dreams hang like torn cloth
patched, and faded , in the wind.
A cracked bowl, a child’s laugh
hope drawn in a poster on broken walls.
There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.
Better still our hearts to open,
forgive and live with hope and
honest emotion,
a chain of grace unbroken,
positive words to be spoken,
and put our heart into motion.
Easier though to give anger it’s head,
to wish all of our enemies dead,
leave no damning word unsaid,
and encourage our hate to spread.
And spread it will unless we stand,
take our enemy by the hand,
strive to understand,
declare our oneness before the land,
grace and tolerance to expand,
love for brotherhood our command.
Eschew the path of the xenophobe,
abandon the notion of a divided globe,
tap well into your temporal lobe,
encourage agape to brightly strobe.
What a world it would be,
if they and us became we,
if you and I began to see,
instead of difference, similarity,
oh, to be so free,
and know my brother is a version of me.
Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …