Homo-sapien

A poem consisting of 26 haikus. I tried to use this poem to speak of humanity, as well as myself. And the neutrality of being human. A combination of good, and bad, as well as our treasure, Earth.

Some misunderstood

I am not made out of wood

But steel conviction

 

I fight no more wars

I am no blind tactician

Hate has no finish

 

There is no winning

Such a lonely, decision

With no beginning

 

Forget your sinning

Turn back from oblivion

Continue living

 

Others exist for strength

We rely on each other

Our brothers say

 

Love’s foundation

Is a steady creation

Envisioned for all

 

To comprehend death

To heed life’s beauty breathing

Speaking of freedom

 

To taste that meaning

Or dwindle frigid feelings

To be a machine

 

Or accept all beings

As humanities equals

Both good, and evil

 

For we are all here

We remain people, human

Each notes in music

 

Heard as one for now

In togetherness just to

Everlast endless

 

 

Featherless angels

Bright-eyed devils, remember

We are still real

 

If we cannot feel

For another heart of man

Then we’ll never heal

 

The blood on our hands

Pain we’ll never understand

To the last of man

 

Let us walk time’s sands

Shed as we ruin God’s plans

Dead at our last stand

 

As we kill these lands

And we make such greedy demands

Never comprehend

 

So live for your friends

And find your own end faithful

Stay neutral, graceful

 

For we were not born

To be flawless, or hateful

Devil or angel

 

Don’t be mistaken

We are homo-sapien

Full of love, and hatred

 

And though we might say

We are a great creation

God’s only lonely

 

He’s losing patience

We’re floating in cold stasis

Silently waiting

 

Desperately distant

Insistently persistent

Gone in an instant

 

With our purposeless

Opinions of worthlessness

Or hearts of gold, cold

 

In a priceless world

Our difference, omniscient

All souls, sufficient

 

To give witness to

Skies of blue, colour, perfect

Lies and truth, reused

Mother Earth alive

Colonized, collected, ours

One planet, called home

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

Pretty good Mr. sinister potato

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I see you are trying new styles. Short lines and well maintained rhyming scheme. Short poem with vast meaning.
This is my favorite part...
"Don’t be mistaken
We are homo-sapien
Full of love, and hatred"
Keep trying new styles but never forget your originality.

Good Luck!

[wordman]

good message jack,you are right