Minimalist Free Verse Poems about the Human Condition

Familiar - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Familiar

They assert
The world will
Always be the same,
Will never change,
That people will
Invariably be the way
They have always been.

Pessimistic myopia
Asserted by dreamless
Sorts who have been
Hurt at some point and
Cannot trust that
There is still abundant
Kindness in the world.

Insist you can’t
Make things better,
And you’ll perpetuate
The familiar suffering,
Believe you can
Change the world,
And you will.

Attention - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Attention

There’s really not much to it,
Just keep them off-balance by
Scaring them to death and feeding
Them a steady diet of misinformation,
Keep their attention on something
Else while you steal everything
They’ve got behind their backs
As they blame the wrong entities
For their continuing misfortune.

Up the Ladder - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Up the Ladder

Another day passes
Uneventfully as the
One before it.

Walking through the halls,
Smiling at only
The right people.

Forming the cliques
Required to establish
Power and position.

Practicing the stratagems
Necessary to secure
The circle of influence.

Predetermined steps
Up the ladder,
Preserving the club.

It Might Rain - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

It Might Rain

One step after another,
They walk together,
At least they used to.

Things are rather
Different now, but
Neither knows what to say.

Words without import,
One looks at the sky and
Says it might rain.

Place - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Place

Being a curious person I couldn’t
Resist looking into the neglected building.
A lonely desk, papers strewn around,
Period pictures on the wall, dust
Coating everything, gradually muffling
All distinction and memory. My companion
Talked about the good old days when
Things were better, people were kinder,
Life seemed simpler. Everyone knew
His place, not this one.

Desperation Unattended - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Desperation Unattended

The opportunity to
Show the world how
Compassion and community
Can elevate a nation.

Play nicely with monsters,
Pretend they’re not there
To destroy the place,
Profile in trepidation.

What might have been
Becomes what isn’t,
A wasted chance to
Do the right thing.

The sun sets on
Desperation unattended,
Leaving behind a sorry
Rotting carcass.

As It Should Be - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

As It Should Be

A bright light shines
On his embalmed face
As he promises the
Screaming throng of
Sycophants that he’ll
Destroy everything that
Provides safety and
Dignity to the destitute.
A roaring cheer explodes;
Finally, the prospect of
Putting the power back
Into the hands of those
Who least deserve it.
Teary eyes hoping for a
Better day for the chosen,
A far worse plight
For everyone else,
As it should be.

What I'll Do - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

What I’ll Do

What if they don’t like what I offer?
Worse yet, what if they don’t like me?
What will I do then?
What will I do next?

If I just think about it a little longer
I’m sure I’ll find the solution or
Deflate like an errant souffle.
What will I do then?

I know. I’ll keep obsessing
Until I’m unable to move.
The placid life of a statue.
That’s what I’ll do.

I Try to Make It Better - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

I Try to Make It Better

He becomes upset,
I try to make it better
But realize there’s
Nothing I can do,
And never was.

Carnage - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Carnage

We hear about more
Human beings getting
Slaughtered, utter some
Disingenuous, meager platitudes,
Wring our hands a bit,
And then do nothing
To stop the carnage.

They disingenuously claim
That it’s not about
The implement, but rather
The person, but it’s
All too painfully clear
That’s it’s really about
Making money at any cost.

Poetry by Guy Farmer