Short Inhuman Poems
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You wandering one
whose celestial body is
moving in the sky
by lighting this inhuman
earth; your pace is my comfort.
THE soldier nvades
foreign land...
Dead or alive
he laughs and cries...
alive or dead
nature withers
and humanity suffers...!
We mince half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken.
That we're about to rip to pieces and devour.
To err,
is human,
to be with it,
is inhuman,
to hide it,
is cruel,
to bury it,
in you,
is death.
May be slow and silent but sure.
A woman can take like a offense at the end,
just in two situation, and both inhuman:-
If you see in her a woman, not a friend.
If you see in her a friend, and not a woman.
Leave me tonight,
Leave with me,
I need your soul to stand next to,
When I face immortality.
Myself, I vanish,
When I face the inhuman light,
So come along,
Save me,
Leave with me tonight.
Defenseless people
Inhuman brutality
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- 02.01.2017
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the Secret Cottage,
a forest trek where
sundown gently on
your face. Riverside
drifting.. the grasp seeds.
Forest game, heartbeat
of the wild nature,
inhuman natures
bloodstream chasing
the tormerting Faces.
Form:
An inhuman, barbaric act of terrorism has occurred
These bastards are the lowest form of humanity, there are no words
To really describe
How we all feel inside
The utter rage around the world can loudly be heard
I know that you think I’m inhuman,
And, in a way I am.
I can take so so much
Until it all becomes too much
Then I am drowning.
My heart is too heavy with feeling
I wish I couldn’t feel.
If I didn’t, surely I’d be alright
For real.
I am not inhuman.
Even though they made me feel that way.
No- it’s not a tragedy.
Because I am empowered.
Through a loss of innocence.
Through a stint of imprisonment.
I have escaped.
Only for them to try and hunt me down again.
Stop and listen,
The quiet inspires an inhuman peace,
Until arms are down,
And breathing slows,
The war will never cease and sleep.
Vivid colour absorbs into darkness,
Eminating into the clear formless truth-
We are all one.
Monalisa, a smile of greed
Over her lightened cheek she
Never think of you, only her creed
Alone, to you under feet
Letting you know, she's inhuman
Industriously, depending on thy sweat
Secretly, plotting to leave you afloat
Above imagination, is she human?.
This modern machine age
Wakes a noise
If not of Hell, inhuman
Inspired by.
In the general uproar
That flame-shot
With lost souls filled, convulsive
Hear; and sigh.
In each separate whine,
Rough grating
Those cave-shackled; those drag chains
Pains, more I.
Heartless with one’s heart heart, I speak where does the words go? Do they evaporate within carless whispers released in the wind constantly being repeated or rewind, recycled. If no one cares responses, heartless, cold as if one’s heart is engraved in stone beyond apprehension.
Charred pupils
Full of wrath
Bleeding wounds
Deep facial scars
Enormous hands
Holdings guns
Inhuman look
Badness cuffed
Severity born
Deprived of hope
People left alone
Infernal monsters
To death vowed
Obeisance to Lord
To fulfill their will
To hunt, to kill
When time comes
I have so often thought
Of your raven black hair
Perfectly inhuman
Beyond my perception
Something that I relished
Internally, with hope
Someday I might touch it
I still see its blue sheen
Curls that looked like feathers
And they brushed your shoulders
I dreamed while I watched you
Glutinous IT oozes, seeping IT displays
Odious IT's intent, to trap and waylays
Onwards to IT's purpose, IT suffers no delays
As darkness descends, IT could be end of days
IT circuitously trapped us, in IT's complex ways
Grotesquely IT's inhuman, as our skin IT flays
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10/11/17
even its shape
can be counted in segments
an inhuman face
and arms of different length
static as it moves
pulling life like sifting grass from grain
moments stored
in pointing gaits
always wrong somewhere
foreman of our days
half past whenever
quartered past
future ticks
unheard by the turner
Please leave me alone!
Please stop punishing me.
I said I am unwilling.
To be placed in your uncaring hands.
It’s as if you think I don’t have feelings.
As if my odd behavior makes me inhuman.
I have been obedient.
Since being possessed by you.
So please learn compassion.
As I have learned isolation.
Border politics
Donald Duck
Child without parents
19.06.2018
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The lune is also known as the American Haiku 5-3-5 Syllables
Any topic, meter, rhyme, metaphor allowed
a world of coldness
interaction to an extent
beyond compare
it is quite sad
what has become of our world
where the only communication is cold and heartless,
ruthless and inhuman
where the only way that people can communicate
is by meaningless words and letters
posted in a vagley private note
in which i will never understand.
Form:
10/06/2018
Formed from duplicity and hypocrisy;
A falsehood foundation for democracy.
Cognitive dissonance spurred into minds;
Attitudes, beliefs, and behavior blinds.
Exposed conflicting ideas and emotions;
While fabricating illogical devotions.
Psychiatry claim to prevent, but obstruct;
As an inhuman money making construct.
Madly
but above madness
I rant against dirty light
as I stumble into obscurity.
There’s no rest for the leery.
No escape hatch in sight.
No rescue from inhuman cacophony.
Solitude exhales dust--
inhales dark vacuum.
The sadists laugh
as I tumble into burning horizons,
awaiting a rendezvous
with a nameless Whatever.
the eyes and sights,
the little lips,
the face
wanna tell something
noiseless civilly
our boastful
verbose words
shut these all beautiful
make mute these all
and we the beastly inhuman
behave everywhere as unruly tyrant deaf
oh
for our impertinent dazzling happiness
liking this all in burning fire of sorrow
-Chattogram, BD