Poems about Society Archives - Page 9 of 14 - The Cracked Door

03/02/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above

Blast from the Past:

Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement

Sitting on your throne
Made of oxhorn, conch, and stone
Alone in your world

Blast from the Past:

In time even the
Wind will give an answer to
Gravity’s promise

Sowing bombs
Lingering fury at the poor
Seeds of destruction

Blast from the Past:

As the earth consumes
Me, fever and loss are all
That can protect me.

Always looking out
Guarding against foreign threats
Never gazing in

Another version with a different emphasis and themes:

Always looking out
To ward off threats, never sees
The beauty within

All I did today
I did as if others were
Watching over me

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s more of a
Waste and annoyance than
Careless solemnity.

Measured, cyclic, slow:
A brief history of time
Reveals many constructs

Blast from the Past:

Nations rise and
Decline, a tide back and forth
In all history

Create our idols
To survive and live by
Executing them.

Blast from the past:

Must we inherit
The depravities of the
Gods worshipped for us?

Love is life itself
Beauty is what love produces
Harmony is love’s process*

Blast from the Past:

Loved by a dog in
A concentration camp.
It saw my humanity
That other people could not.

*Based on the philosophy/theology of Inayat Khan (see https://youtu.be/lal6rf5HhiY?si=2JxjAJcy5lpkcReh)

Pampered Sisyphus
Resting on top of mountain
Fleeting peacefulness

Blast from the Past:

We construct, but
Nature just tears it back down.
Ornate sandcastles.

Raging and weeping,
Babel of fire and secrets
Foretells the coming

Blast from the Past:

A city in flames
Pitchforks are calling for blood
And no fire brigade