Humanity

Humanity Prevails Eventually

No matter how hard it gets but always,


Humanity in due course prevails,


So believed great writers and thinkers,


Including Shakespeare, the master of masters!


 

If the bad ones somehow get away,


Can they escape from the Judgment Day?


Much worse will the condition be,


Since they will be burnt for eternity.


 

Humanity does prevail eventually,


Humanity has to prevail eventually.

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Drought

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Synthetic blue screen backdrop/

 

Conference calls hovering above

Horizons of fake wood in front of

Botox bodies high on prescriptions…

 

Blogging about buying bitcoins on eBay.

Politically correct — and very dry 

 

Pushing Send on smart phones, to

Simple 160-character texts, about

Reality television and the latest .com

 

A human-looking emoticon at the end.








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Peace

Solitude is peace.

 

You don’t have to listen to others.

 

When you’re alone,

 

You can shut out humanity’s corruption.

 

 

 

Nightfall holds no meaning.

 

If you’re at peace, let be.

 

Sunlight holds no meaning.

 

If you’re at peace, let be.

 

 

 

How peaceful it is to be alone.

 

To be alone is to meditate.

 

To meditate is to see truth.

 

To see truth is to be at peace.

 

 

 

You don’t have to listen to others.

 

A family isn’t needed for peace.

 

The light that lives inside,

 

You’ll see it even better when alone.

 

 

 

Reside alone with only the light.

 

With the light by your side,

 

You will feel no loneliness,

 

Only solitude, only peace.

 

 

 

If you seek the light,

 

You won’t find it in people.

 

If you seek the dark,

 

Finding the light will be easy.

 

 

 

If you find the light,

 

You won’t need people.

 

You’ll have the light,

 

And you’ll know peace.

 

 

 

Should you forget about people?

 

No, even though you don’t need them,

 

Remember this,

 

They might need you.

 

 

 

Live for peace.

 

Live knowing death.

 

All life dies, yet lives on.

 

Death comes and peace remains.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope people can make some sense of what I was saying. Sometimes I just spill my emotions onto a page and end up not sure if it's even logical.

 

I felt like writing this because in the past few years I've dwelled on the darkness I see in myself and other people - the corruption. I see so much of it that I tend to lose sight of what's good. For a while I dwelled on the darkness and felt content with hatred. I hated the human race. I wanted to watch it die because in my mind everyone, including myself, deserved it. But now I've found peace in solitude and prayer/meditation. Even though I still easily see bad things in myself and other people I've become a little more numb to them. I'm more able to highlight the good things in people. I've done this by turning not to people themselves, but to something higher, much higher. I crave solitude and time alone so that I can reflect on this, and so that I'm not so sickened by the world around me.

Save Gaza, Save Humanity

Please stop the murdering,

In Gaza by letting,

Peace like a white pigeon fly,  

Do the angel-like children deserve to die?

 

What’s the definition of war?

Even Chomsky said, "it's not a war, it's murder",

The peaceful Palestinians,

Are in unbearable pains.

 

The soil can’t absorb more blood,

I wish it could speak aloud,

Protesting against the bloodbath,

O God! Who’ll stop this futile wrath?

 

Where are the influential countries?

Why don’t they pressurise the Israelites?

Please let the Palestinians live in peace,

They never attack any country to seize.  

 

How can anyone justify this?

Have we let our conscience,

Go to eternal hibernation?    

Where are humanity and compassion? 

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Conditioned By The Human Condition

 

...and aren't we all, in some, at least, small way?

 

Some,

so much more than others.

It's in our destructive nature

to step away from what we should nurture-

For Mother Nature's bosom

is only so vast

and could use some assistance.

 

Humanity is certainly

suckling dry

her life-giving sustenance.

Leaving her wrinkle-sagged

and barren of her babes

lost in these clearcut woods.

 

As we turn blind eyes

And deaf ears

To the blind, the deaf,

as we hurtle over the lame,

to get our better place in line,

are we now no better

than those we have judged?

 

Are we so robotic and quixotic

to the point of our failure to see

that in the changing of time

we are becoming more and more

-conditioned,

by the human condition?

 

 

 

 

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A Perfect Pair, A perfect fate

I'm being dragged bare against the road with no set destination

I didn't know love would feel like a morbid amputation

Running through my mind and yet no set estimation

Looking for salvation, but forever ending with sensation

 

I held my world up like you lit up the sky, you were my sun

To make me feel alive for once? You were the only one

Now the sun sets again, but the fright has just begun

I wait the day you rise again, I can't think it's said and done

 

One day, I know, you will not come back

For good, they say, I'd think I'd have a heart attack

With you I feel alive, but without the visions pitch black

You make me who I am, but you make me what I lack

 

But they say I think I feel isn't true

But when I saw you, I knew

You held me up like glue

and I knew right there,  that I couldn't live without you

 

I'll give you all the time you need and wait

To years to decades, for me its never too late

Even if I'm old, and almost by life's gate

To die together is my wish, to be a perfect fate

 

And so I love you with my being, and all my heart

Despite any other who can set us apart

I know from the end, and to the start

For this love is more than that, a beautiful beautiful art.








Cold Darkness

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First Poems
Cold darkness…

So deep and sharp,

So silent and still.

Glug…glug…glug…

Water dropping,

So… slow…

Such maddening sound

From elusive ceilings.

Glug…glug…glug…

Inhale…exhale

Dimness

Pierced by a glow

As a hero’s victorious sword,

Light swallowed the black abyss.

Mist flies above,

As Universal particles,

Concentrated in a point of

Harmony,

In the middle of fight

Where suns and moons

Revolve around…

Damp moss surrounds my sole,

As I pace,

Gracefully in vibrating lull.

And glanced have I,

In the abysmal water,

And seen a miracle around me:

It’s her,

Her majesty,

Celebrating,

In her richness of tones and shades,

Dancing in the mirror of truth,

The reflection of soul and thoughts.

Then standing behind such glory,

I couldn’t see but her,

Her dazzle of life,

And MAN to worthless has succumbed,

An error,

Not fitting in this splendor.
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The Thing About That Word

 





The thing about truth is that it points out 

some wrongdoing on the part of us all, 

and our social values tend to be primitive in nature

whereby we choose human sacrifice

in the same way ancient civilizations

burned people at the stake and crucified them

for even suggesting such a thing, as if for us all

to bear the weight of life's burdens together

is an absurdity.

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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.