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Poem Details | by Linda Barr |
Categories: brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,

This Human Heart

My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day

His Human Heart He laid red rose upon white casket Tears were hidden behind dark glasses People are such righteous asses This question I just had to ask it A wounded heart will not outlast it This human life quickly passes This human dream was love’s excess Why was his love so very wrong? Gender doesn’t really matter Human dreams are still shattered He laid red rose upon white casket Was their love so very wrong? The question I just had to ask it His human heart still sang love’s song.

Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: baby, betrayal, death,

Human Horror House

What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.

Written on 9/21/2015

Poem Details | by Poetiq1der Simmons |
Categories: inspirational, social, sympathy, uplifting, urban

The Homeless Are Human Too

Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench
Imagine his body.....alive with foul stench
Picture this if you can/his life in the past
His mother a drunk, his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends....that this could be you

Poem Details | by VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER |
Categories: betrayal, conflict, death, dream,


Someone's  CHEATING. Someone's  LOSING.
Someone's BREATHING.  Someone's WHEEZING.
Someone's GROWING. Someone's  KNOWING.
Someone's EATING. Someone's  SLEEPING.

Cops are SHOOTING. Few are LOOTING.
Someone's CHASING. Someone's RACING.
Someone's SELLING. Someone's  YELLING.
Someone's DREAMING. Someone's  SCHEMING.
Someone's. FIGHTING. Someone's  SCREAMING.

Someone's DYING. Someone's  DYING. DYING

Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: baby, death, grief,

A Violation of Human Life - for contest

A child is conceived in the womb of its mother,
where it will be nourished, where it will grow;
a place of warmth and safety.                                                      
Life begins at conception.
But not all babies are wanted and they cry from the womb:
"I am alive! I want to live! Please, let me live!"
But their cry is not heard, their pleas ignored.
They are murdered in the womb,
a place of warmth and safety.'

For Olive Eloisa Guillermo's "Knock Us Down With Your Lines" contest
on human rights violations.

Poem Details | by Shaniki Smith |
Categories: abuse, body, death, emotions, horror, time, world,

Human Trafficking Has No Name

That's somebody's mother
That's somebody's sister
That's somebody's brother
That's somebody's grandmother
That's somebody's grandfather
That's somebody's aunt
That's somebody's uncle
That's somebody's cousin
That's somebody's dad

See  human trafficking has no 

Does not even matter
it will sneak up on a individual without a warning
It can appear  anywhere

Does not matter what time of day

It's best to just stay in the house but even that's not safe
Human trafficking can appear 

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: angst, feelings, grief, sad,

Human Punch Bag Never Good Enough

Hate me
Berate me
Despise me
Deeply hurt me
Traumatise me
Use me
Ridicule me
And brutalise me
Hit me
Kick me 
punch me
Reject me
Stamp and dance on my grave
And have a rave
Squeeze every molecule of happiness
From my wretched soul
Poke me in the eye
And stab me until I die
I am despicable
Cursed to be born

This is how you make me feel
This life mine and real
I sleep and when I awake
The nightmare begins again
My heart so full of pain
So lonely and lost
Death a welcoming  beckoning friend
Can't take any more,

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.

Poem Details | by L.A Thomson |
Categories: animal, creation, death, earth, nature, symbolism, wedding,

Human, Nature

The paws twinkled like a lively raven.
Tails shook like proud nightingales.
Why does the hoof disappear?
Why does the bill stop?
All cubs accelerate bewildered, hungry.

Plain, glamorous songbird
Comes out from behind the moon.
The cold beak sings the sad song
Of hollow wedding bells.

The darting hound,
Hunt calmly like the quite hoof,
Catch swiftly like the dead mule,
Oh, inglorious chase.

Why does the cattle die?
Shook roughly
in cruel reality
Till it cries out
Goodbye, Delight!

Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: death, depression, sad



Poem Details | by Kamal Raj Dahal |
Categories: dark, grief, loss, war,

War: Misery of Human Life

Expenses for war
Useless, Only to lose peace
Alas! Rise of poor.

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, mom, son,

How Do You Spell Wonderful Human Being

How do you spell Wonderful Human Being, it's spelled A-G-N-E-S.
My mom really was as wonderful as I claim, she was the greatest.
Everybody loved my mom because she cared.
When she got money, she donated to the homeless and The Oral Roberts Ministry, she shared.
When she died, the bond between us was severed.
But she's merely sleeping, she won't be gone forever.
When people are resurrected by Jesus, she will be the first person who I greet.
When you make her acquaintance, she'll be a person who you'll be happy to meet.  

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

Poem Details | by Rob Cochran |
Categories: betrayal, break up, child abuse, divorce, grief, heart, heartbreak,

A Human Heart

When a heart is shattered, the pieces remain, To record the impact, to register the pain. Forever more, they lie on the floor, Reflecting back their jagged disbelief At having once been a part of what used to be a human heart.

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: angel, courage, death, freedom, humanity, life, strength,

Being Human

Brenda planned to survive in pulsating poems
Existential conflicts she resolved beautifully
In her deathbed told her husband to see to it
Needy patients should be handed her organs
Given the eventuality of her being brain dead

Her son upon the brain death organized it  
Urology Ward offered Carla for the kidney
Mary in GI unit got the liver, Clara the cornea
Ample life in the death is indeed awesome
Nightingale in some of us is deathless

July 7, 2016

Poem Details | by Xaysouvanh Phengphong |
Categories: death, faith, life, religious,

Human Being

Where is the human being’s origin?
World scholars continue to contend;
The unsolved solutions still spin;
One answer: everybody will end.

The spirit later will leave the body;
Man visualizes moving to heaven;
Religions taught different destinies;
Man’s faith in Gods is ever uneven.

Human lives under the same sun;
Breathes in the same air to survive;
Look for drink, food, and fun.

Day by day, men's minds contrive
To destroy other believers on earth:
Massacre replaces the holy words.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: absence, anger, children, cry, death, food, horror, humanity, mother, pain, water,

Being Human

Brought milk and bread for the hungry
Entered a home with an empty fridge 
Inside there were infants crying, mothers
Nursed them with the last drops of milk
Giving little increased anger in them
Humans in streets asked for pity
Untouched many looked away
More despair I encountered
All food and water had ran out 
None I could do for anyone

Wiritten on 7/7/2016

Poem Details | by Richard- Olivier Marius |
Categories: death, hope, imagination, inspirational, loss, visionary,

The Art of Human Activities

          Forest is ailing.
For her creatures are dying.
                    Soon- her heart will stop.

Poem Details | by brian DUFFIELD |
Categories: death,

Being human

Accept your flesh
in life and death
The Lord gives breathe

Poem Details | by Samuel Durant |
Categories: death, emo,

Human Taxidermy

I'd like to be stuffed when I die 
Then, when I say I feel hollow 
and soft 
and dead, 
I won't be some emo tw*t 
crying about nothing. 
It'll be true. 
I'll be the scarecrow, 
chillin' in the corner 
of my moms bedroom.

Poem Details | by Ira Babbles |
Categories: death, god, health, humanity, imagery, religion, sick,

Human Farm

Like the dog sick in the streak of His sultry sun,
Like the cow mad in the muck of His molten moon,
Like the pig hung by the heels in the heat of His hollow hills,
Like the goat feral in the face of His foul fields,
Plan my funeral
for I, too, am vulnerable to a state of decay—
Sowing His seeds of misery in the pit of my belly,
cultivating blight within
Breeding plague inside me already,
watching as fresh rot sprouts before Him

Omnipotent is He, but so is He wicked
to make men mortal—
His power is sickness;
We are children of the grave, we must accept,
feeble beings of His neglect,
and when He commands for us to pay respect,
we live to die, we mustn’t forget

Poem Details | by Olumuyiwa Onaf |
Categories: adventure, birth, conflict, fairy, grave, judgement,

Human Disese now We deceased

Wish I were this 
Or perhaps that 
But when I get those 
The dose never enough 
To kill the passion off 
For I still drive forth 
In my wish and want  

Poem Details | by Joshua Popoola |
Categories: conflict, death, horror, humanity, war,

The Human Nature - War

Swords lay on the floor
As men fell to the dirt
Some, plunged through with spears 
Some, sword impaled

Flies buzzing round gutted intestines
Made a feast of dead ones
Who suffered fatal blows
And had bellies rent open

Babies were snatched from Mothers’ arms
And bisected into equal halves.
With wild grins on savage faces,
Mothers were raped and slaughtered 

The heavens watching on in horror
Witnessed the land become a pool of blood
As lives were harvested 
By lifeless blades

God, sitting on his throne
Set his elbow on his knees 
With his back slightly bent
Regretting every action of creation 

Poem Details | by Jenny Dillon |
Categories: analogy, art, death, nature, perspective,

Human Hands

Beautiful pink flowers with petals of rose
Blown by the icy wind into a delicate pose.

Untouched by small or large human hands,
A field of blossoms spread across the land.

Nature’s presence so perfectly impearled
In this violence, stolen from a dream world.

It’s far too difficult for our flawed hearts to cease
Their mutterings if we leave the scene in peace.

The soft gentle petals curl up into a ball,
Withering brown, crunching up and fall.

Poem Details | by Kennedy Elizabeth |
Categories: death, loss, loss, loss,

Human Nature

Tears, no matter the amount shed
Cannot resurrect the dead
This knowledge leaves the living broken
Such is the way of women and men

The loss of another can shatter one to pieces
Which life will be the next that ceases?
It is not the loss itself that causes such grief
It's knowing that you could be next to crumble like a leaf

Fear of death fills us with dread
We want to live forever instead
Such a foolish concept we let seep in
Leaving all its believers feeling chagrin

Poem Details | by Anuj Ghimire |
Categories: death,

Fill the empty spaces in hell with human

Our land has been barren, cleaned and swiped 
 The voices cry out loud, millions of years they have wiped
The darkest place on earth, thousands of years we have roam
This land six feet under our home sweet home

For those shall be brought who swept this land
They must be crucified, suppressed more than they can withstand 
Scream they must, in pain they must run
The empty spaces in hell must be filed with human

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, imagination, life,


       YOU have put up a GOOD resistance You have overcome LIFE's struggle
       ARE  you ready for PEOPLE to see You, Into darkness into DEATH snuggle

                 Author's note : Read Capitalized words  Down and to the right