Human Fleshlings

A poem about humanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Human Fleshlings

Imperfect flesh

Fantasy perfection

 

Love is all we need

Yet all we want is greed

 

We seek perfection to plant our seed

We expect them to follow our lead

 

We’re full of sin

How can we expect to win?

 

Reviews

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

Simple and to the point! How can we win? Good job!

[Erica Daubert]

Short and sweet. I like it. I actually wonder the same thing to myself quite frequently (however, different wording)

[M Garcia]

Great question. If you get the answer let me know! Nice write. Simple and makes the reader think.

[Michael of Gilead]

interesting contrast of the human spirit

[YouoweYoupay]

Wise, true, and plain, nice rhymes.

[Short.Nerd]

Great job! I lvoe this (:

[Sam Severn]

COOL, COOL, COOL, COOL, COOL!!! N' I love the ending!

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well you kinda wrapped humanity up there..welldone

[Linear]

Oh surely we can win if we try not to sin
And we can forget the greed if we can truely plant that seed
Then we can lie naked on the floor, and live forever more.

Enjoyed your poem as always

[Tina Kline]

Life goes on, the push is always there for all living things. Humans just put their minds in it way too much sometimes. No one is perfect is correct.