Short Free Verse Poems about the Human Condition

Peace Is Not Possible

You can tell me that
Peace is not possible,
But I know otherwise,
Because, every single day,
I see people loving each other,
Co-existing harmoniously,
Giving up self to help
A stranger in need,
Someone other than them who
Might benefit from a
Word of kindness,
A gesture of solidarity.
So, if peace is not possible,
I say that’s most likely
Only inside you,
A reality, thankfully,
That can be changed today
Should you so desire.

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You Have No Idea

You have no idea
What my life is like
If you’ve never been
Called a derogatory name,
Denied a loan,
Been turned away
From renting a home,
Had your integrity or
Intelligence questioned,
Watched some person
Cross the street because
They see you coming,
Been harassed by people
In positions of authority,
Told you’re less than human,
Kept as property to
Make other people money,
Just because of
The color of your skin.

Real Patriotism

We sat together and
She told me that in her
Many years on this earth
She had come to understand
That real patriotism is
When you care enough
For your fellow citizen
To make sure she has
A job that allows her to
Support her family,
Health care when she
Falls ill, clean air,
Water, food to nourish
Her body, parks that
She can enjoy on her
Her time off, a genuine
Opportunity to move up,
Buy a house, own a car,
Travel, learn, enjoy,
Thrive instead of survive,
Have her voice matter,
Live with dignity rather
Than barely making it
Because some callous
Group of broken beings thinks
Only they are deserving.

Perpetual War

Perpetual war keeping
People transfixed on
Existential questions
Instead of rationality.

The dull hum of constant
Death and destruction,
Lives obliterated over
Unsettled matters.

Of course it doesn’t
Have to be like this,
Healing being a far more
Desirable outcome.

Characterless

Profoundly mediocre,
Unsavory, disreputable,
Elevated to
Undeserved status by
Followers projecting
Their insecurities upon them,
Characterless swindlers
Preying on the defenseless,
Benefiting from misery.

Her Daughter

She stares at her daughter,
The same one who was filled
With joy and promise just
A year ago, the one who
Dutifully did everything
She was asked and never caused
A problem, a ready smile
Brightening the world around her.

She learns that her daughter
Lives in a tent
With an abusive man who
Has impregnated her.
Inside, she rages with shame,
The gall of this child,
Homeless, alcoholic, ungrateful,
Making her look bad.

Can’t Find Qualified Workers

Countless prosperous companies
Lamenting that they can’t find
Qualified workers,
Not that there aren’t
Thousands of people applying
Who would eagerly and gratefully
Work for them, starting immediately,
It’s just that leadership
No longer cares to spend
The money to train their employees,
Positions go unfilled,
Mountains of profits accumulate as
Existing workers shoulder the burden.

Watching Helplessly

Unable to convince him of
His own worth,
The process unfolds over
Many painful years of
Self-loathing,
Watching helplessly
From nearby
As things devolve,
Constantly hoping for
Something that may never come.

Acrimony

When asked why there
Is so much acrimony
Between opposing camps and
Whether it’s worse now
Than ever before,
He responds in a manner
Devoid of self-awareness
That we could all benefit
From a more civil tone,
The exact opposite of
What he did when he
Was in a position
To set an example.