Humanity Old Poems | Examples
These Humanity Old poems are examples of Old poems about Humanity. These are the best examples of Old Humanity poems written by international poets.
“The Old Ball Game”
Due to length of narrative, this poem redirects to Candide Diderot’s “Short Story” section.
Candide Diderot. '26
poverty's sharp edges cut off the grey beggar tonight.
monsoon rains overpoured, becoming grave floods, sweeping him
from the bridge, where he had often trolled with a fair measure of hope.
between coal-coloured stalactite teeth, his gross breath, wan mouth,
an endangered smile, oily eyes, raisin skin, copper hair;
loose, smutty digits outstretched for some particular solution—
change to spare, a bottle of coke, a hot dog, a lead pipe.
living phantom rattled young children, disquieted air
of the earth, his chamber and bath (ordinarily trivial)
to those beyond stones, cloth huts, the doldrums of the have-nots,
targets of practising mendicants—grateful for temu,
the credit card religions, pseudo-prada, black friday options
New Years Old Wishes
In a world wrangled with wild wars
Between two developed nations,
With civil deaths a sad eyesore
And a bane to human reason,
With harsh tension and violence
Elsewhere one can daily witness,
Stemming from lack of tolerance,
Wrecking homes and lives with distress,
With a few basking in plenty,
Overwhelmed with satiation
And the lot dipped in misery
With children doomed to starvation,
Would New Years old wishes of love,
Would old wishes for compassion
Would wishes for peace fly as doves
Or drop down the deep ocean?
Sands of time will ever unfurl,
But human race will remain same;
So will issues facing the world
And New Years old wishes be same.
So many live life as a masquerade
With guarded heart and masking face
It’s not until we lose or gain in faith
That we are pruned to grow by grace
As the year ends we regret deaths
Thinking of those passed on as left
In the old year we had the same frets
Of love, fear of war, poverty and debt
President Jimmy Carter passed today
He built homes for families his way
With community service he was great
Habitat for humanity homes built safe
New year old wishes for peace on earth
Homes for the unhoused hope is birthed
For humanity to grow kinder with gentle word
For people to be united feel loved and heard
Three birds on the chimney
Bluethroat nightingale
Touch blue and your wish will come true
As a grasshoppers
develop insight and understanding
Reflection of a wave
that hits my thoughts
and old wishes
A penny in the left shoe
may sound a bit naive
My wish in the abyss of greed
was to find the way back
to humanity
and the true values
- before it was too late
Wishes often disintegrate
behind the clouds of our illusions
The total satisfaction
an endless spiral
- never give up
when hearts, so old they turn gray
beneath the expressions of faded
tears, spun together through pains
meant to break – but instead
purify and cleanse, penetrate the depths
so doubt turns to faith, reckless to safe
I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored,
Typing on my phone, restless and alone.
I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes.
I like them, it’s my favorite color - I don’t know why.
I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice.
I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice.
There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly.
She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully, holey-moley.
She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair,
her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire.
When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal - it’s fast and contactless - like the whole world. Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?
I saw an older man in the grocery store with
one boot untied,
We've all been there before..
I bent down with my left bad hip and tied it
saying, " don't want you to trip."
He thanked me so profusely that it put me to shame.
This random act of kindness should be my daily game..
Too many days now I stay with in my own lane but
what a smaller world we'd have by reaching out again..
Concepts From The Thoughts Of The Old Beggar
And well it seems
That your horse rides well
In this sad world with me
In the flicker of a light,
In a butterfly that is blind,
In the eye that dares listen
Stammers echoes
Hides soft shadows and surrounds
Aching sea and fallen tree
Hold the murmur
Of hope and great loss
Against a pale blue sky
We are shreds of ancient ancestors
Living in den of prisoners
Asking truth to stay
For love never yields
To dirty aces
Or rotten tomatoes in Spring
And his mind cried
For life races
Into a darken corner
The grey night soft moans
Worshipping a candle
As heart deep sleeps.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 1st, 1971
age 17 years old
I am old Humanity
I am old Humanity
I do not know anything
but twice I come from
a heaven a far-off in my
my truth is self depleted
from skin have no bones
or Morrow as energy I am light
tangible Spirit energy
I'm in a slight part
of God's menagerie no and not
void fleeting forum energy
invisible implausible void
of his mediocrity spot from
Spirits God's heart Sprite and slight
more than an angel yet endangered
and being infected with sin nature
I am old Humanity
I am old Humanity
I am your manatee
and I am dirty not yet
I am redeemed
I'm washed and cleaned
---- by the blood of Jesus
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
What will this New Year bring?
Will we be able to laugh and sing
Instead of looking sad?
Will we see an improvement?
Good reigning over bad.
What can we look forward to,
Please, not some of the same,
Will common sense prevail,
Before we all go insane.
What will become of us?
The supposed HUMAN race,
Will our lack of HUMANITY,
Continue to come back to hit us in the face.
What can we do to ease this situation?
We must pull together,
To regain United Nations.
Used car manager
A Relic
He reckons one of his trucks
That he can sell it
Covered in dirt a soiled City
A dirt soiled construction workers
Working for the community
Hey to
a relic
An urban Metro politician
Trying to change the condition
finally he cares for all Humanity
And yet yes he to is
He also a commodity
He too is a relic
and he feels it
Ever so lethargic
I felt it, can you feel it we're all...
Relics
1/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I see the evergreen live oaks in my backyard as old wise souls
Cosmic storehouses of wisdom, integrity and strength from the source
They stand tall soaring up high with their expansive curved brushwood
Spreading it in various directions to meet up with nearby oaks in the neighborhood
Beautiful shaded canopies they form bringing their shiny green foliage closer together
Make numerous cool, unruffled spots in the backyard to hang-out in burning summer weather
I respect their grandfatherly presence whenever I see them,
Admire their might and ability to provide generously to various animal domains
Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom
In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.
In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game
Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame.
If manna from high Heaven fails to fall
Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan
Rejecting any true light ever shone
Living in darkness, its alluring call.
Not seeing our fated approaching doom
Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom.
Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age
At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.
To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!
Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper
If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
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