Short Human Condition Poems
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we sense spirit indwelling form
whose light is shrouded by ego
it should not be as such yet it is
until fears and desires we let go
A bitter piece
of peace
may be all the peace
we get, but any piece
of peace
is worth a bit of peace
to someone.
-- by ThoughtsFromB4
Why do I dwell among love makers and evil doers?
What about the human condition do men lie and cheat?
Is love just chocolate, Valentine's Day cards, and red roses?
Cunning visitor
From behind the garden shed sly eyes
observe the human condition. With tail held
high he retreats, pronouncing us unworthy of
further comtemplation
Love without libido,
noble feeling cultivated and activated
that is amalgamated in divine friendship,
dignifying the human condition,,,
Rising to spiritual brotherhood status!
Feelings
Come and Go
As you know
As they want
No alert
In advance
Any warning
Just a flow
Coming out
Out of Blue
As a light
Falling down
In the sky
Disappear
A long while
There are enough religions in this world
to promote hatred, disputes
over pride and vanity... and insufficient spirituality
on the part of men to
promote peace and love among all...!
Who are you
if not another
powerful person
with no power
pulling me down
on the ground
with no guilt
with no reason
with jouissance
never end
till the blood
will be seen
flooding down
on the ground
Wounds
No more wounds
to scratch and hurt
deep inside
human heart.
How is it?
As they hurt
so much deep!
How they look?
Always searching
for a truth
its own truth
That only heals
these deep deep wounds.
Humans are the strangest creatures on the planet
Able to create the most amazing structures and gadgets
Yet we seem destined to destroy
With war-like tactics we employ
What is wrong with this picture, very weird habits
The limerick, below, may miss the mark. I have abstained for too long:
There was a poet named Hero
Who went from tops to zero
She thought about war, greed, our lies
Blamed humans, not God above skies -
Poetry Soup got mixed in the furor
the lofty stance
an edifice unstable
crumbles when tested
spiritual heart unbound
when scarred by ego
recedes in the void
wisps of straw
to which we cling
self-imposed hypnosis
dreams within dreams
deepens our trance
darkness reigns
You, only you
Make me feel
Like that
up there
like a hat
down here
like a ear
close to hear
what appear
to be done
with such fear
Wildly flying
in the air
Frozen stuck
in the grass
lying down
softly resting
till the night
reaches its ending!
You close your eyes,
and beam through the universe,
Racing the inflation of existence itself,
bleeding into a multiverse and experiencing omnipotence.
Humbled as you open your eyes to return from the odyssey,
and submit to the human condition, mortality, and love.
Extreme heat, mild hail at night, questions
But at dawn, those venturing at 5, see signs
That autumn is rolling in like a ball of yarn
A challenge to equanimity, healing Shalom,
For the human condition urges overthinking
With God's gift beside me, I breathe, I breathe
PERHAPS, A POEM
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Pondering in silence before the ink descends
Outward expressions of creative soul
Evocative whispers on pages reside
Monument to human condition chiseled with words, line by line
Daily, we look at strangers such as cashiers; they see us too.
Removed from them, can we describe their faces? Can they describe ours?
Invisibility seems part of the human condition.
Written Feb. 20, 2017 for the Invisible Contest of Lewis Raynes
Shut me up, slam the door in my face
Doctor, doctor-
Is it really so bad I wanna know about
the human race?
The human condition, or maybe
even addiction- is it so wrong to ask
a question without a dollar sign?
I ain't bad, I ain't nuts-
Just a regular ol' girl who's curious.
A. Green
each soul in as identity
be it manifest as form or not
as long as it behaves as an ego
feeling incomplete nurtures desires
thus presupposes separation from God
which is delusion borne of ignorance
representing the human condition
spoken of as our fall from grace
redeemed by purifying heart
human condition
feeling a sense of lack
seeks change and so strives
we are here
wish to be elsewhere
but imagination too is limited
analysis is paralysis
so best cease thinking
and mindfully begin feeling
unfed ego recedes
light of our soul dawns
we restart life from the scratch
I'm often asked by inquisitive minds;
As a poet, what do you do?
My answer feigns the illusive,
With hope to the rare and few.
I seek to express the human condition;
With words that color & texture, the tapestry that I weave . . .
Though at times the product seems unfinished,
And an area rug, is the remnant I leave.
Created for Linda-Marie Bariana’s contest
1. You are a Poetry Book .... "The Wanderings of My Mind"
2. My Poetry Book contains poems about _____The human condition
3. My favorite poem in my Poetry Book is in SENRYU FORM and it reads as follows:
You really are cute
Wearing your expensive loot
In your birthday suit
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
Statues trapped in boundaries contoured by us,
witness seasons, day and night, dreaming desires,
just the way we drift through life, in deep stupor …
like dead men walking.
Dancing puppets, hypnotised, know not that they
have no life of their own, yet their ignorance
inhibits not vibrance of roles they enact …
reveries replay.
Within the lucid dream, we believed as true,
the villainous character we had assumed
but though it was acting, our actions we rue,
because we are now by it’s darkness consumed.
We have become the demon we created,
which we see now needs to be decimated,
so ego death seems to be the only way,
to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to sway.