Poems about Society Archives - Page 13 of 14 - The Cracked Door

11/10/24 Haiku for the Day

The sun of freedom
Only radiates more brightly
When forced into a dark chamber

Blast from the past:

No more politics
To dilate our eyes as we
Look upon the world

Bored in a meeting,
Scribbling down a haiku,
But no one can see.

Blast from the Past:

Sitting with your work
Wondering who will read it
Utter loneliness

Brief introduction
To your friendly neighborhood
Totalitarianism

Blast from the past:

Young lad standing proud
Once the pride of our nation
Slouched into nothing

Standing here within
The dust cloud of our data-
Saturated world

Blast from the past:

Failure of elites
Paranoia for decline
Deep undercurrent

Out of the ocean,
Rise sparkling buildings like a
Magnifying glass

Blast from the Past:

Stern buildings gazing down
On bare avenues
Through lifeless window panes

You will fall back down
To earth eventually:
Gravity’s promise

Blast from the past:

Wretched of the earth
Living with bad surroundings
Tragic deception

Henceforth: no more light
At the end of the tunnel.
Budgetary cuts

Blast from the Past:

In a land flowing
With milk and honey, why am
I stuck with the curds?

The big city fades
Into the bright horizon
Of the vast ocean

Blast from the past:

Tombs face our skyline.
Our world watched by what it’ll become,
Dust under the sun.

That great ancient door
That no matter what you do
Will never open

Blast from the past:

Our flood became an
Immobile star, ancient overflow,
That we may prefer.

Towering goddess
Holding a new Cadillac
Dribbling with blood

Blast from the past:

I mourn for the world
The gulf widens from what could
Be to what we have