Short Humanities Poems
Short Humanities Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Humanities by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Humanities by length and keyword.
Humanities coin two sided,
on the front eternal life
On the back annihilation
—on its edge we balance fright
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
A horizontal line represents humanities climb
Why the number 8 represents infinity Grace
12/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Father we pray, for the hearts, minds and souls of your Humanities children, in Jesus name Amen
4/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Expressible emotions divide, enumerate, humanities mind.
written by Cecil Hickman
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Trees are houses for bees
Trees are favorite for breeze
Trees are neighbors for seas
Trees are subject for memories
Trees are nature's humanities
Trees are history's witness
Trees are here for centuries.
humanities quest
precipice of great unknown
universe is ours~
curiosity explored
light years into the dark void
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03/02/2222
Mrs. White was the quintessential teacher and scholar
she had taught us humanities, english, social studies, and music
her funeral was the largest our small Iowa town had ever seen
for she was beloved, respected, and approved by our children
Behind the ram
of inprobabilities
the impossible task
of remaining in reality
I am decomposed in self
then chosed to be in compliance
I am in alliance with the trust
of the fears of humanities
10/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Mother
As ancient time is not anxious
Of humanities youthful squabbling
You permitted my discourse
Allowing for the conclusion
(Mothers are wonderful in that way)
all the while operating
under the assumption
that serpents molt and
trees shed leaves to grow
Mother
As ancient time is not anxious
Of humanities youthful squabbling
You permitted my discourse
Allowing for the conclusion
(Mothers are wonderful in that way)
all the while operating
under the assumption
that serpents molt and
trees shed leaves to grow
Drowning in oxygen,
Freezing burns,
Tight space,
Why is this all weirdly normal?
Everyone is clearly confused
Because suffering silently,
Obsessive love,
Slowing plummeting
Isn’t to you acting normal?
I’m rejecting humanities contradictions
We become oxymorons
nature’s destiny
embedded in mankind’s soul
destroyed by humanities imprudence
civilizations deliverance
basic laws
preserved
written
09/10/2011
written by
cecil hickman
written for
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Showtime
Spontaneous combustion
Wow turnips in spring
Evolving
New leaf on life
Fall covers my eyes
My mind is blinded I cannot see
It's showtime
Everything's burning up
End of time
Humanities extinct
1/31/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
God heart is not flesh so as not to be broken it is spirit
Beating not yet it embraces
It glows so it flows grasping
At humanities soul, spirit,
Spiritual fleshy heart hearts
So warm and tenderly soft
7/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Sing so
music shows
glowing
telling
Beautiful
the people woo oh!
How shall we show
Humanity glows
that continually yells it roars
humanities golden it's called and beholding
Sung so
Music flows
Ever so
Beautiful
6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Zara view is new
What has she to do
How can she come through
Not knowing what to do
Zara's love is rare
Others seldom care
Humanities hatred in the air
And all is not well
How can you tell
She is one of the Chosen Few
Zara's faith is true
11/28/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Autumns design takes candor beyond man.
Showing reality we all try to hide.
Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan,
Though recycling natures secure pride,
Bolder, at the end of her life’s span,
Humanities autumn takes us on a ride.
If we should not heed our mortals sign.
Live life full of honor and truly shine.
subconscious coma
borrowed feelings
betrayed wisdom
abused intellect
stolen thoughts
discarded emotions
a subconscious coma
lost in the stratosphere
of humanities collective conscience
manipulating the laws of the universe
at war with the mystic
exploding ego's lost in stars
to be recycled
endlessly
forever
A lot of the problems we face in our lives
are caused by too many excesses.
The state of things in the world today
cause too much stress and distress us.
Only through Christ and the power of prayer
can we conquer the things that opresses us.
Keep faith in God and trust in His might
to clean up humanities messes.
THE OLD MAN IN THE PARK
Every day, same time,
He comes alone to sit there.
Quietly feeds birds.
Judy Ball
Senryu is an unrhymed Japanese form much like Haiku but with a humanities theme
instead of a nature theme. It records the essence of a moment and consists of
three lines. Count is 5,7,5
by her bosom lay beside
a new birth baby
nurturing sucking exhuming life's liquid
Eve came out of Adam's chest
humanities first nourishment
coming from mother's breast
life engagement bosom side
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
"from future anthology -Where Are the Villagers"
I’ve swam in the abyss,
And I still do.
I’ve looked into the abyss,
And I have yet to blink.
It is chasm so dark,
That the blind will truly be sightless.
But still this bruised soul,
Leaves unscathed.
Can you believe it,
I have yet to drown in humanities and the devils void.
Save for the unfortunate few,
And the soon to be unfortunate.
Seldom do I worry
often always, I Care
Humanities burden
must always keep in my prayers
^
Come
Come into me
My brother come
Unto me come my sister
Come
Come all you burden down
Come all ye children
Run
Come under the Son
Come run to Jesus
?
Come
12/30/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Like the salt sting in an open wound
the colors encrust, excrete, move.
Boneless, bloodless, consumed insanity in bloom;
Munch’s “Scream” fills the room.
Undulating gore explored.
Heartache reeks from every pore,
Like the salt sting in an oozing wound
Munch’s nightmare blues fill the gloom.
All humanities abates
such torment at Fates gate.
Life
One day’s light
A teary delight
Love
A warmth embrace
Contains the space
Unity
The souls entwine
Under the divine
Loss
Broken, wasted away
Boundaries don’t stay
Alone
Choices made wrong
You are gone.
Death
Reflect on yesterday
Before passing away
25/10/2018
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