Short Modern Life Poems
Short Modern Life Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Modern Life by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Modern Life by length and keyword.
(“Pandora’s Box”, 2014, original pen and ink and oil)
Simple silent peace
Is no longer good enough
Busy minds crave more
(8/19/26)
heat wave causes deaths
sad comment on modern life
most among homeless
no cool air-conditioning
underneath concrete overpasses
written July 27, 2021
Lie down and rest my friend,
take off thy weary head, pull
on the hand brake of society,
and give the world a chance,
a glorious chance to understand you!
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Okay onward and upward, tis great to be alive
With all the amenities this modern life provides
But one thing I miss
Is a warm tender kiss
Am wetting myself, dreaming of naughties inside
Okay onward and upward, tis great to be alive
With all the amenities this modern life provides
But one thing I miss
Is a warm tender kiss
Am wetting my jockeys, dreaming naughties inside
Gone are the great cats and bears
Gone are the terrifying snakes and boars
Gone are the ravaging marauding hoards
And in their place spiteful neighbors
Stir up their troubles
In their desire to be right and righteous
Blissful in their ignorance
That they are none other
Than the other they despise.
(3/2/26)
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
primetime morning
it is still nighttime to us
got nothing to do
might as well sleep a whole lot longer
our breathing is the easiest it has been in months
so many hours given to the pockets of someone else
these here hours belong to us
we most definitely make the best of it
these primetime mornings are golden like our growth in the center of this modern life
I loathe the sound of modern life
man made machine, electric knife
chainsaw rip through old oak bough
it seems so inhumane, somehow
give me peace, tranquillity
the robins chirp, the creek of tree
buzz of bee, or croak of toad
maybe I am getting old
not for me the the whirr of drill
tranquillity and air of still
is all I ask this gorgeous day
take your ruinous things away
Please something give me meaning
In this cruelly repetitive modern life
I function but don’t feel alive
I read dull emails
I have dull conversations
With dull people
Yet I feel most alive when
Riding my bicycle along the bike path
Interrupting fairy-wrens
Like an obnoxious tourist
Disturbing their natural lives
I think they’re bidding me good morning
Perhaps they’re telling me to piss off!
Returning to the empty void
Thoughts arising taking hold
Bitter twisted anguish leaping out
Silence deafening, need to shout
Escape the reality of modern life
Social meetings causing strife
Be who I want, with no come back
Empty shell, missing what I lack
Reaching out for others embrace
To feel a part of the human race
Twisted personality becoming a joke
To end this cycle before I choke
("Lonesome Day Blues", 2025, original encaustic)
My life is in a rut
Without direction or purpose
All I want to do is eat and drink
Escape into books and travel
All around I see society stretched
To the breaking point of collapse
The good persecuted for trying
The bad rewarded for lying
I don’t know what to do
Or where to turn to find a way through
So I’ll just eat and drink
And escape back into my novel…
(5/31/26)
Modern life is stressful they say
Nothings right or wrong, everything gray
So before you start your day
Get on your knees before God and pray
And as you drive to your daily task
Keep talking to God and wisdom ask
And keep talking to Him from dawn to dusk
Tell Him everything dont be brasque
Rejoice evermore the bible says
Pray pray without ceasing always
give thanks in everything all your days
To God be glory honor and praise
Amen
Amid the concrete towers of modern life
some ancient preference in us calls
for sunshine dappled bowers.
There is respite in leafiness,
in tangled vines, obstreperous creepers,
in row, upon nonchalant row,
of fragrant roses.
A butterfly invites our eye
to ramble from monotonies of
daily drudge.
We hearken back to some
lost paradise - a game, intent
on restoration of our addled brains
We find again,
delight in wandering
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Walk Home
In urban life, something is lost
Civilization is a plasticized life
Fashionable term of blindness
Oh, this is a wrong assessment!
We live in a contemporary world!
See lies as truth, and don’t think!
This is the key to modern life!
Drugged and deceived masses
By economic psychology, reined!
They enjoy this life
I am not domesticated
I am not urbanized
Live in nature
Without mass
And walk alone
That’s the life
Love of life
Meet with God
I’m still young,
yet I keep searching for my childhood.
Funny, isn’t it?
I sit with Papa,
and listen to Grandpa’s stories—
their world felt freer than mine.
Why was I born
in this new generation?
We are Gen Z,
lost in screens,
in fake love,
in quiet rooms.
I want to run outside,
to feel the sun, the dust—
but I’m stuck
inside four walls.
Still, somewhere inside,
I want to run barefoot...
But I don’t know what I’m missing—
but it hurts like it was mine once.