Inhumanly Poems | Examples

recycled reflections

crawling words
slithering
waiting for something

questions without answers
in the zone of twilight rerror
Oh No!

erring inhumanly
gaslighting
becoming gas

volcanic eruption
savage rays
in the breezy trees

insanely iconic
epic hunt
beyond reason

a dangerous game
a masked requiem for a virulent era
a robotic rumination

fleeing...
raging rubble
deliverance...?

Bald Eagle's Nesting Elegance

Craving for rats awhile 
grippingly standing, leaded by the stomach; 
Barks the hen over the Eagle’s tragedy 
lands the hit on the mountain beak 
sneaking the eye on shadows awhile; 
Heading for the shadowy stones, 
the Bald Eagle stuns the Hen awhile! 
 
Captain hen jumping over awhile; 
Here comes the talking break in a couple, 
heads the cries o’er a mountain hill 
breaking the abruptly weak 
of the dawning sea awhile; 
Shot the stone willingly the captain transiently 
the Stone stunned the bald with it styled. 
 
Sank the dreams of the henly Commander 
Hearing the sound, ”Stared Me Momentarily!” 
Comes home the com inhumanly alive 
stunningly acting on a while. 
Spiritual eagle hisses time and again, 
“Stared Me Momentarily.!” 
The Spiritual Soul stunned the Captain long a while! 
 
Actions repay all the time.

Demptius

would you also be able to cry 
arriving where you called home, 
seeing every empty and cold corner 
without even the shadow of the one who left? 
I speak of these colossal absences 
hammering at every moment 
a nail of anguish in the chest, 
just to make it clear that absolutely everything 
has lost its meaning and in the window of the planet 
only a sad and desolate landscape 
of remoteness reigns, 
the devastated and battered land 
by the sound of a wind that doesn't care to be bad, 
sweeping inhumanly 
the place where all the names 
that you call by the same poisoned letters dwell, 
the place where each new face of the days 
belongs to the same ghost 
that for your nightmare and torture 
no longer haunts you.

Demptius

would you also be able to cry arriving where you called home, seeing every empty and cold corner without even the shadow of the one who left? I speak of these colossal absences that prevail and hammer at every moment a nail of anguish in the chest, just to make it clear that absolutely everything has lost its meaning and in the window of the planet only a sad and desolate landscape of remoteness reigns, the devastated and battered land by the sound of a wind that doesn't care to be bad, sweeping inhumanly the place where all the names you call by the same poisoned letters dwell, the place where each new face of the days belongs to the same ghost that for your nightmare and torture no longer haunts you.

Kindred Ii

Kindred (II)
by Michael R. Burch

Rise, pale disastrous moon! 
What is love, but a heightened effect
of time, light and distance? 

Did you burn once, 
before you became
so remote, so detached, 

so coldly, inhumanly lustrous, 
before you were able to assume
the very pallor of love itself? 

What is the dawn now, to you or to me? 
We are as one, 
out of favor with the sun.

We would exhume
the white corpse of love
for a last dance, 

and yet we will not.
We will let her be, 
let her abide, 

for she is nothing now, 
to you
or to me.

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The Girl Who Died From Rape

Lullabies are for babies
too hard to understand by an adult
so let me write a  song in story
of a girl
who has a little too much to understand.. 

And those little minutes felt like forever,like it's perpetuity
Ripping away all sense of normality

like the last crumbs of an exploded sack
she slept on withered leaf
sucking on the bones of her rotting body
holding back panicked cycles of breaths
like little kids hold back precious toys
sinister smiling eyes
Vengeful tears
Sempiternal and perdurable Curses
Rushed through her lips

"You're so pretty.."
you're an ebony.
Your titties are firm...
seeds of trepidations sowed
in a daughter, 
whose struggling Mother,
didn't know,
she couldn't go any farther 
........
That day;
The devil forgot
dirt on the sparkling edge of a mouth watering dish
Devil is the new serpent like in Eden
That caused the inhumanly act
Though cleansed,mind and soul is involved

............
and many years later
her sheets are still marinated
trembling with the sound of her own silence voice
Breaking
Cleaving
Thinking
Concluding
.........................
There is grieving
Labara is dead

Songs of Hope

Songs of hope ring out this night
People gathered under street lamps
Naming those who have died
In United States led detention camps
We now hear how much they lied

Our bowed heads with many tears
Each drop a life separated inhumanly
Children left scared and facing many fears
What happened these last few years?
Was this hatred always simmering

Under the crust of apple pies
While singing about the land of the free
And you told us more of your lies?
Candles burning like a tempest angerly
The inhumanity so clear to see

Stand up to become a human forest
With the world we’re rising and crying
A shame filled unified chorus
Politicians finally shamed, replying?
America! Your ancestors fled the same

Unblock deaf ears to victims’ plight
People, don’t stop this much needed fight



First written 7-13-2019
I feel this poem is like a folk song from the 70's that helped get the word out to people about bad things that were happening...there are bad things happening today and we need to start getting vocal and telling people whats going on.

Entered 10-4-2019 in Your Best Rhyme contest

The Symphony Undone

Say, human, 
say that you are at a symphony.
Which, as you know, you enjoy
to the depth of your soul.

And, suddenly, the conductor
raises his baton
And the music STOPS
in a heartbeat, inhumanly fast.

Frozen in a moment

silence heartbreak shock

motion

as one, the oboes all rise,
bow to the audience, 
and walk off of the stage.

Then as a single continued motion
the conductor brings down his arm, 
and music fills the hall once more.

And time moves on.

How long

How long will you sit there 
eyes wide, heart leadened
before you realize that

you can never stop hearing 
the hole left by the missing oboes.

Foxes

Some humans are foxes
let them sit and reflect
before a fox of men
they were fragile babies

Some humans are inhuman
let them shut eyes and see
before acting inhumanly
they were humane

Some humans are angry cocks
let them cool down and check
before behaving as angry cocks
they were talon-less chicks

No one is best, no one must be fox
Treat humans as human you are

Rape

The terror that flee at night
A devil that lurks in the mind
A call to the sales girl
 Destiny wasted
A step in the dark room
Dungeon of setbacks.
.
A dream of a Doctor
Tuned down to a wanderer
Shattered through your hunger
Hunger for lust,rave,bad desires
A lasting scene
.
Called a father to the assaulted;
Will strike no cause
Grip and firm like Aargh!
Held down in captive with your evil fang
Oh! You forgot,they have a right
.
Devil is the new serpent like in Eden
That caused the inhumanly act
In the cause of revenge,plea,cries roll down faces
Thou art guilty of your callous crime
.
That day;you forgot
 dirt on the sparkling edge of a plate
It departed eyes,mind and soul is involved
It is a wound that cannot be nursed

Where Did the Bodies Go

Striped clothes 
Pants, shirts, hats, and shoes 
Even little shoes of little ones
Piled up all together 
In that gas chamber  

Once those pants hid inhumanly scars
Once those shirts hung loose from skeletons 
Once those hats covered shaved heads 
Once those shoes housed bloody feet  

But now... 

Striped clothes have no bodies to wear

Water Music

Water Music 
Dribble dribble…and a bit more, then it 
is morning after a restless night. 
Outside a cold sun and icy wind; leaves,
many big enough to over vital parts,
and have the colour of unhealthy urine,
dance frantically about, not a decorous last dance 
but a crazy salsa, yet not as many leaves as
yesterday ; soon streets will look inhumanly clean
to the delight of tidy people who think order is
a virtue…and naked trees, emperors exposed, 
just stand there impervious and silent.
Dribble, dribble and not a strong, youthful
water fountain in sight.

Photo

PHOTO  


Real shining bravery, without any woes
Pictures and medals in dust covered glass
Junk shop shelves  filled with mementos, 
Faded yellow paper,  dull unpolished brass. 

But it strikes me as most  pitiful
The photo of this young man in brown
Where the only thing beautiful
Is the girl by his side looking down

And was she grateful to him
For sacrificing his life in mud
And shading her future inhumanly  dim
By leaving instead of staying as he should

Perhaps she never wanted another to wed
Waited for years for news of his life
Never knew a strong arm round her in bed
Nor the want to be anothers wife

As he stood  in the mud with his shell casing
Did he know how much she missed his smile 
The only one to set her heart racing
The one who said just wait a while

Your country honours your sacrifice
Your comrades remember your valour
The photo is  on sale  at a low price
Due to its old deathly pallour

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Entered in Gail Doyle's Contest   Writing A Heartfelt Poem To A Soldier

Mosquito Revolt

No, no, no, no — We will not endure these tortures
Of the ferocious Human beings on us, not any more.
We, Mosquitoes, are the best amongst all creatures
Who remain not idle, accept whatsoever we procure.

The Humans, inhumanly, label us to be the basest
Of creatures and formulate devices to slaughter us.
But we counsel that you at first own evil soul test
And judge your core, inner animals, yourself thus.

You invent coils, sprays, electric tools to demolish
Our race but what regarding you own internal vice.
Try to make something that destroy your Devilish
Nature. You would better try to create that device.

From this night, We, the grand mosquitoes revolt,
We declare, never will we drink the impure blood
Rather would drink the fresh juices from a sprout.
We will not touch blood even if it flows like flood.

Predator

From the darkness he comes
His skin is darkened and his eyes tinged red
He is feral, a predator
Ageless and powerful
Staring at you in a trance
Vulture-like hunger in his filmy eyes
The thrumming of your blood
Vibrating through his body
He lunges at you with a soft moan
Grabs you in an inhumanly powerful grip
You feel a sharp pain at your neck
His eyes close, rejoicing as he draws the life out of you
The room fades and you know you're dying
He releases you and you fall limply to the floor
You feel the infection creeping through your empty veins
Slowly taking over your body, your soul
He slowly walks away
Gorged on your lifeblood
Abandoning you to die alone
He is not of this world
Out of the darkness he comes
To spread the parasite, the infection
To end all humanity

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