Humanities Poems

Humanities poems bring the best collection of short and long humanities poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great humanities rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these humanities poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on humanities are here for you.

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The Score

The Score short poem

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

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In Front Of Our Eyes

In Front Of Our Eyes prose poem

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

Invasion

Invasion prose poem

The subtly of it was breathtaking. The genius of it was undeniable. Not a single shot was fired. It took decades to accomplish, and no one saw it coming. Slowly but surely humans used technology. It offered so many benefits

Humanity’s Redemption?

Humanitys Redemption? prose poem

What does it mean to be human? Are we just animal or evolving to become something more? Are we victim to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature. Do our passions control our minds or can our minds

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No Life

No Life short poem

Every minute from dawn until dusk, I watch a screen, waste my life away. It’s not a good life But it is my life now. The television is my headstone, Marking in the electronic earth The coffin of my bedroom.

A Moment

A Moment short poem

Life is just a dramatic act , flow of Which makes us to go in a row Row which we always carry along By justifying what’s right, what’s wrong We strive to capture a moment from life By being always

Hot pink lipstick euphorbia

Hot pink lipstick euphorbia prose poem

There goes a blazing trail of lightning across the deep indigo, starless, Australian night sky. I am momentarily startled by the dissonance of the rumbling thunder, playing drums in my ears. Driving past the long, steep road lined with bottlebrush

Something’s Changed

Somethings Changed ballad

It’s all the same, Nothing’s changed, It’s all the same Could you lie to me? Yesterday we were together, Today we are not like we used to be. You are you, And again, I am me. The night has settled

Silently Pray

Silently Pray short poem

Hear me Lord as I pray Going out on patrol today Weapons loaded, gear on my back I am ready for any attack Walking through towns on patrol Ready for a fight to unfold Hear me Lord as I silently

Nothing Verse

Nothing Verse short poem

Night was not worth selling the womb. Biological warheads were sufficient to take on the gender eugenesis. People were busy again, in worshipping the archaic weapons. What is holding them together? The fear of extinction? Or the celiac trauma depriving

Delusion

Delusion short poem

We all are prisoners! prisoned in the cage of a body. Our soul wants to escape from the least inch of shade. It trembles, it struggles it fights but can only snuffle. Mouth shut, mind rebut hands clenched, foot clasped

Crucifixion

Crucifixion prose poem

On Christmas, Hegel smiles; No year stands up unless a year dies. No butterfly flies up, unless a cocoon is torn out. Crucifixion, dear gentlemen, is the ultimate dialect in the forest of a boring time. Crucifixion, dear ladies, is

You

You short poem

Looking at you, I realized I was home. No matter how broken I am, or my irrational fear of being alone, Could stave off this hunger I’ve developed deep in my bones. Starving I am, for a piece of you.

Listening To The Sea – III

Listening To The Sea   III short poem

Wandering all along the Shore Sharing the shore with many Hiding amongst the crabs The shells playing hide and seek My sore foot is caressed by the sand Leaving an Imprint for a Moment The tides take them away Step

Tempest In My Coffee Cup

Tempest In My Coffee Cup prose poem

YOUR COFFEE MUG still sits where you left it, half-empty, atop your favorite porcelain, brim smudged with a curious combination of dried froth and pink lipstick. It’s my little testimony, you know, to a life well led and a union

Pleasant Timing

Pleasant Timing short poem

The silent moment of an hour, The rustle of cool breeze round the ear, Commemorating the past, Escorts a smile on the face with joy bubbling in the Heart… Tests of fears and success, Bulbous all over the head, Spawning

Writers Block

Writers Block short poem

Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions

A Complaint To God

A Complaint To God short poem

A complaint to God God made me rich But you didn’t give poor the money stitch God you gave me a house But made the poor sleep on the dead bodies of a mouse You gave me lots of love

Infinite Universe

Infinite Universe short poem

In an infinitely large universe Peopled with hospitable suns Centillion poets are writing verse! The law of infinite large numbers runs Counter to the principle of anarchy In which my poems are not mine! By way of an infinite hierarchy

I Fear Not

I Fear Not short poem

As I leave this world, I worry not. I’ll simply move on to the next. I’ve been to many places will be to many more. What we see is not all there is. Realms upon realms there truly be. Existence

Impresa

Impresa short poem

In culture of counterfeits a snip of intelligent gene brings the pink tears for the brown eyes. A virgin goes for a spade in the naked sun. Let me think of polymorphism. Can there be an answer- for oblique questions?

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

Night Patrol

Night Patrol short poem

Night is cloaked beneath a shroud As moon does slip behind a cloud Camouflaged, his darkened face Patrols the perimeters of the base Laid low, like snake he slowly slivers As cold night air does make him shiver And yet

Zombie Land

Zombie Land short poem

Too many die every moment around us. Not wounded fatally though, but maimed and left to lurch and die. Too many ‘uv us’re paralysed enough to act. Hamletian syndrome. Too many tongues burnt on pyres fuelling a feudal society. Too

Losing Myself

Losing Myself short poem

The pain slowly spreads through my body. While my mind begs it all to stop (to stop the pain, to stop the tears…), My heart refuses to let him go. The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!” But

I Am Human

I Am Human short poem

I don’t plead to be accepted Beg to be apart of anything I don’t pray that you’ll take my hand Or walk with me any day, But before you lift your tongue Or cut your eyes to judge me Understand

Ifs’ Of Life

Ifs Of Life short poem

What if I fail? Even if I am on top! What if I stumble? Even if I try! What if I fumble? Even if I practise! What if I surrender? Even if I am learning! What if I terminate? Even

Dreams Of Younger Days

Dreams Of Younger Days prose poem

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

World at my Window

World at my Window short poem

World at my window, my window-framed world! You twist and twirl my giddy-headed breath awhirl! In sun and moon and rain you look in and walk on by; In shade and dew-fall and wind, you heed not my sigh. In

Values In Life – 4

Values In Life – 4 short poem

Values are important aid That stop us being swayed. They make life smooth suede By making comfortable trade Between present and past grade. Values are important aid. They remind us right path to wade As we reach destination clichéd. So

Lost

Lost short poem

I wander in the dark forest Looking, searching For a torchlight Tears glistening in the night The wounds are the sorest Smothered by black leaves Black Mambas coiled around my ankles Hands in shackles Pieces of puzzles stolen by thieves

Temptation

Temptation short poem

After running for the flesh, why did you make a home for the death? Was it a reverence for buying the peace? Or fear of uncertainty and suspense in the bosom of pain? The panther was only thirsty, there was

Our Dance

Our Dance short poem

Ever close close together ever fast in our embrace. We have lived lived a lifetime always danced at life’s fast pace. Danced to tunes tunes remembered that for us will never fade. Knowing now our time is ending yet, come

Time’s Broken Arrow

Times Broken Arrow short poem

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to

It’s Me!

Its Me! ballad

Its the time which changed you And your love abide For my mistakes I know That you’ve been so aside I don’t know it’s just you or not But my heart has always cried For I don’t know what has

Stoning Dark

Stoning Dark short poem

What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and

The Chicago Cure

The Chicago Cure short poem

They came tired and torn, weary and worn They came male and female, straight and gay They came high and hooked, homeless and hungry They came addicted to alcohol, drugs, and crime They came for one last try, for freedom

Withdrawal Symptoms

Withdrawal Symptoms short poem

My body racked with tremors, In a corner I sit huddled. The shaking will not rest Till the demon in me is fed, I long for the taste, One taste would make it all go away. My body yells its

Rewind Pause Repeat

Rewind Pause Repeat short poem

Some days are easy but most days are hard, I take my self back there each night, It seem that I’ll forever be scarred, Just because I never put up a fight. Screaming yet I did not make a sound,

Paradise

Paradise short poem

So my absentism will prevail over presence; I will talk to you in space between the moments of autumn red when nothing else was moving. In classical pursuit, I straignten the equation and we understand the complexities of life, and