humanity poems

The Conscience Has a Face | Judy Moskowitz - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Conscience Has a Face | Judy Moskowitz

the conscience of humanity
is more than philosophy
or ideology
it has a face that took
human form
speaking every language and dialect
with a gentle but firm grip
awakening the world
from a coma
lasting decades and more
denial can no longer hide
behind barbed wired atrocities
dancing on graves
of the suffering
the blind can smell death
the deaf can see
the reminder of history
permanently tattooed
in a world gone mad
the conscience has a face
that died today
his name was Elie Wiesel

Pink Christmas | Tianyu - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Pink Christmas | Tianyu

There was a slight smell mixed with the wet snow in the night,
The holiday after Christmas Eve gave me peace,
Let my light color heart so moved in reach.

There was a little residual heat with their words of blessing,
Pink as the holiday let us spend pink,
The warm writing was full of spring on wine-green CARDS
just like a smilling face.

Though the snow seemed to have a whimper,
But as long as there was concern between people more than anything.
The moment we hug made me feel,
This was a colorful world given to us by the sages.

Forgetting your old self,
With silence in firmness.
Find new breakthroughs,
Finding new spots of light,
Allow yourself to share the joy.

A Thought on the Reality of Humanity | Saarthak Haldar - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Thought on the Reality of Humanity | Saarthak Haldar

In a lonely night
Beneath the star light
Flooded by ocean of thoughts
In a whirlpool, i was caught.

Imagining about life’s mysteries,
about death and so much miseries.

How to solve? Human imagination hasn’t reached.
As in our lives, so much problems and weaknesses.
For its solution, from God, we beseeched.

This thought, then, came into my mind.
So weak, inferior, evanescent, how can humans think, they are superior of all kinds.

As Master of universe, we behave.
And think, nature is our slave.
For power and territory, we have lust.
We always forget, we are just a star dust.

So much of bloodshed.
So much wars, humans have led.
Just for power and piece of land.
Only to be transferred, another one’s hand.

Time will come,
we will lose our greed, pride, with our senses.
And then, will be forgotten,
our transient existence.

Hence, will be end of human civilization,
in fraction of seconds compared to the cosmic age.
And in this vast cosmic arena,
only earth will be left as a very small stage.

In this infinite, never ending universe,
where human thoughts never been.
There, earth is just like a mote of dust,
suspended in a sunbeam.

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