Poems about Society Archives - The Cracked Door

04/21/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know

Blast from the Past:

Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid

Blast from the Past:

I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is

Blast from the Past:

Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing

Stand in line
All we need is
Your compliance

Blast from the Past:

I should fall in line?
For a job? That’s never worth
It in the long run.

If our pets knew what
We humans were really like,
Would they choose to stay?

Blast from the Past:

Strapping boys end up
Mensplainers set in their ways.
Disappearing men.

Towering buildings shrink
Into spots on a grid
As this grid too
Becomes one of only a few dots
Of human habitation
On this vast planet

Blast from the Past:

Realizing my job’s
One drop in the ocean of
Human endeavor

We stand. We fall.
We pretend we were
Never meant to stand together at all

Blast from the Past:

The world’s one with me
and my freedom as we each
Create the other.

As the world splinters,
All that’s left is to learn to
Splinter together

Blast from the Past:

Promise of quick gain
For those who can spin. The world’s
An oyster of hate.

Glitter that is gold
Just weighs me down. Give me cheap
Confectionery

Blast from the Past:

Money:

Reducing all things
To one scale of diminishing
Value to attain

No matter how much
Wealth you have, you cannot stop
The rain from falling

Blast from the Past:

Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth