PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Humans


Humans are such intricate things

Who can't remember how to have wings

The only beings that hate that others exist

That will never realize all they have missed

 

Humans always run to their dreams

Without trying to fix anything

They always keep smiles on their faces

As they drift off to foreign places

 

Yes humans are such intricate things

But once they had amazing wings

So while they are not the perfect creature

Without them Earth would lose some of it's best features.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Arts of Speech

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.