Short Free Verse Poems about the Human Condition

Subdue

Where are your papers?
Show me your identification.
Crooked smiles betray
Inner brokenness.
Limit the rights of others,
Satisfy thirst for control,
Demean – marginalize – subdue.

Imposition of capricious rules,
Ostensibly to keep the order,
De facto keeping people down.
Nothing but complete subservience
Will do for reactionaries
Who have never known anything
But abusing power.


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So I May

If my child were hurting,
I would do everything in
My power to make sure
She is OK. I would commit
Revolutionary acts like
Setting my own stuff aside and
Putting her needs first.
My thoughts, opinions,
Pronouncements, obscurements,
Insecurities and complications
Wait their turn so I may take
Care of my child instead of
My own issues for a change.

Smoke and Water

Clad in armor
Fit for war,
Weapons ready to
Subdue radicals.

Public square
Hurriedly vacated,
Fleeing through
Smoke and water.

Voices stilled
This day but
Never permanently,
Indomitable spirit.

Welfare

Perverting everything
To support a brutally
Selfish worldview,
Welfare for the rich,
Cast everyone else aside.

Nothing hinders
The inexorable march
For power and spoils,
The hoarding of putrid symbols
Of external satisfaction.

Unaware, uninformed,
A passive populace observes
The overt assault,
Predators circling
Another helpless wretch.

Takeover

Ruthlessly punishing
Human beings who advocate for
Justice and fairness.

Siding with
Ghoulish defenders of
A toxic status quo.

Fearing a takeover
By people who care about
The common good.

Repeatedly

An excruciatingly unwelcome moment for
Someone who so desperately needs to
Be loved. The unwavering stare of flowering
Affection, the heightened awareness,
Euphoric rush intermingled with boundless
Expectation. The last look, final embrace,
A beautiful story relegated to the past
Before it commences, a memory to be
Replayed yearningly, repeatedly.

If One

Problems are unsolvable
If one can’t envision people
Working together to find a solution.

Kindness is impossible if one
Can’t fathom a world where
People are kind to one another.

Compassion is fantasy if one
Can’t care for oneself or feel
The suffering of others.

I Never Thought

I never thought it would be
You who would betray my
Trust, shred my dignity,
Stain my dreams, scoff at
My pain, inject doubt into
My being. A childish game,
Played by a twitching dolt,
Callously consequential.

Tremors

I didn’t realize at the time
That my being was being
Crushed, image manipulated,
Distorted into disbelief.

Moving hesitantly, beseeching
Help for the most simple of tasks,
Waiting for approval that never came,
Tremors of self-doubt enduring.

Erase my horizons, tell me there
Is no sunrise. I’ll come along,
Heart exposed, eager to please,
Unwitting accomplice.