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Humanpoetry| She/Her/Hers| Demisexual | safe space and ally 🏳️‍🌈| Democrat| Biology Major with a Minor in Psych| Applying for a clinical Psych Program| Neurodivergent| with hints of spice and is trying to live life.
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HumanPoetry @humanpoetry.bsky.social · Jun 18
#poetry #poem #currentevents #politics #KristiNoem #elonmusk #donaldtrump #administration #world
#usa #us #spreadtheword #children #Children #kids #Politics
A quote by the book of the Unfinished, "And I don't know how to respond correctly to a question so hideously wrong". The post shows that this came from Tumblr, which is the user as reblog and shared. This post shows another image with a Tumblr Interface. This post shows a poem that is added on to the quote above by the user. The poem is as followed: The Response of Reticence: I know.... Silence, is the Answer. Because Nothing could Appease the Question They Ask(Ask is Italicized). So, Let Thy Words... Fall Back Upon Themselves. Because Most Times, When They are Asking(Text is bolded and colored red). It is for Permission, not For Learning(Text is also hoisted in a similar fashion as the text above). And the Blood and Darkness Spill(Text is bolded, italicized and put in the color Red). However, a Reminder... Quiet Does Not Mean Still(Text is bolded, italicized and also put in red). Final Image that the User Shares. This post has the last few words of the Poem, it is as follows: Sincerely, A Whisper. Then the Image Shows the Copyright Symbol and the words that comes after: Human Condition Poetry 2025.
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No Donald, Chicago is not your war zone
September 7, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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This cause is close to my heart as someone who one day wants to be a mental health professional and has a B.S Degree - please sign: sign.moveon.org/petitions/de...

We Can Fight Against This and There is stuff you can do. Esp if you cannot do a physical protest.

Thanks!
Defend the science and scientists that keep the public safe!
Please join science supporters, scientists, and experts in signing an open letter asking Congress to stand up against attempts to politicize or eliminate scientific roles, agencies, and federal resear...
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July 29, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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Hello Everyone, I recently got an email to be on the lookout if you Anti-AI or Anti-AI(they way that AI is being used).
Please Repost this message to get the message out there.
I do not want to see artist and writers work unexpectedly stolen and this also feels like spying.
Thank you!
June 25, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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#poetry #poem #currentevents #politics #KristiNoem #elonmusk #donaldtrump #administration #world
#usa #us #spreadtheword #children #Children #kids #Politics
A quote by the book of the Unfinished, "And I don't know how to respond correctly to a question so hideously wrong". The post shows that this came from Tumblr, which is the user as reblog and shared. This post shows another image with a Tumblr Interface. This post shows a poem that is added on to the quote above by the user. The poem is as followed: The Response of Reticence: I know.... Silence, is the Answer. Because Nothing could Appease the Question They Ask(Ask is Italicized). So, Let Thy Words... Fall Back Upon Themselves. Because Most Times, When They are Asking(Text is bolded and colored red). It is for Permission, not For Learning(Text is also hoisted in a similar fashion as the text above). And the Blood and Darkness Spill(Text is bolded, italicized and put in the color Red). However, a Reminder... Quiet Does Not Mean Still(Text is bolded, italicized and also put in red). Final Image that the User Shares. This post has the last few words of the Poem, it is as follows: Sincerely, A Whisper. Then the Image Shows the Copyright Symbol and the words that comes after: Human Condition Poetry 2025.
June 18, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Yassss! Go Team 💙
June 16, 2025 at 7:19 PM
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Narcissism, Capitalism and Generational Trauma is what is causing the world and especially if you live in the US to Burn Now.
If you really want to rarely, if ever see this happen again(if we an if):
Teach Empathy - Empathy is skill!
Don't Let Money Have So Much Power.
Let Patriarchy Die!
#politics
June 12, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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June 12, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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May 28, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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THIS!!
March 6, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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Boycott tomorrow!
Join in tomorrow’s economic blackout
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February 27, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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I’m with Joe Walsh on this one.
February 21, 2025 at 5:13 PM
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If you want to make America healthy again, cutting staff and funding the agency tasked to make our food supply safe and accessible is not the way to go about helping people.
February 19, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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Here is some poetry - Not Related to the Election or Politics!
Trigger Warnings/Tags: This poem deals with suicide and death themes. As well as Religious Themes. So, if any of these topics are sensitive to you, please read at your own risk! You have been Notified!
Underworld Love: Worldly Crave: Brisking by A pause. A moment to shine… A commencement of a new life. “Till death does us part” “My love of the heart” Withdrawn: The action of another… Left me seething and muttered. “ Oh why…why did death proceed?” “Millions survive…Millions succeed, but why not thee?!” Leading me to believe that the grim reaper is cruel. Took you without a thought, care or rule. Attemption: “ I Try…try so hard…” Time heals all wounds…“what a canard”. When your heart still burns in our backyard. Visitation: I walk by your grave See nothing of the world of color, but gray So I do the unthinkable… Unimaginable… Share my last breath in the world with a single dragger. It's worth it to find you in heaven. Not There?!: I wake… To a new landscape. A realm of light and peace. Yet, I find you nowhere among the deceased. I ponder…and ask the question… The answer, a swift revelation. “You're not here, but below with those pity and mere”. I wander down there. Discovery: My light starts to dim… My wings start to peel from the skin. “It hurts…It's painful” I feel the burn, “how cruel and medieval.” The eyes start to give out… “I am now blind…” I keep searching- A hand, musky and familiar touch my side. It’s you, I recognize that body and mind. A smile emerges… You question how I am here… “I committed my own dirge…” “Leaving heaven and all of its perks- Hither on to find you dear.” You say, I do not have sight… “Neither you, my plight.” Alright… We both do not have sight, True But with each other, “anything is possible and new-” In the underworld’s night and gloom. Long-Lasting: In action- Disrupt the balance of nature Higher powers…displeased. I hold on tight… Luddite! Aiming at us… We both are in agony, anguish and screams. In the midst… I steal the moment and plant a kiss. Single tear drops… “I perceive the same for you…” Stoned. All that is left is stone… With memories of old… Love etched on humanity's bones. The tale of an ancient score.
February 17, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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Hello Everyone, as promised I will be posting more poetry.
I made a recent poem called America Ex. Hope you all like it and comment about it. I put a lot of thought into it.
#DOGEaccess #politics #poetry #Ukraineconflict #Trump #elonmusk #presidentday #america
This describes a warning stating the dangers of reading this poem! It reads as followed: T.W/Tags - This Poem deals with US Politics of 2025, War and Death! In addition, this poem also mentions Jeffery Epstein! If these topics are trigger for you, please read at your own discretion. You have been Warned! Title of the Poem: America's Ex Back in 2016 We fell in love with a man that was extreme. Confident…fearless, gave many safety and hope. But the years dragged on… Breathless brought an end in many ways… The world was paying back in heliotropes. 2020- An election many could not escape. If they were able, they would find a say! He did not-like the feel of the drape. We left and he became an X. Raging on and on… Doesn’t he get tired from all of this fucked up fun! 4 years without- A much needed relief and ground! But like a dog in the pound… We couldn’t help- but howl and hound. Plans were being made in secret… Billionaires deep in castrating weakness.
February 17, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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Hi everyone, I will be posting more poetry here soon.
It is just I had a lot going on.
With this in mind, while there is a lot of bad things going on, down right abhorrent!
February 14, 2025 at 4:36 AM
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I know I usually post poetry, but I just read something aweful on reddit. As a future person going into the health space, I have never felt more danger.
What do you think could be done to reverse this?
I was going to email my senators
#politics #Unitedstates
January 22, 2025 at 4:48 AM
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Happy new year everyone!
Best for of wishes to all of you!
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January 1, 2025 at 6:33 AM
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And President Carter created the Bureau of Human Rights at the State Dept and appointed the first Assistant Secretary for Human Rights, Pat Derian.

Carter’s dedication to human rights as a US president was ground breaking. Political prisoners everywhere understood.
December 30, 2024 at 3:31 AM
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I don’t like how folk are trying to read shame. If you read 100 books, awesome. If you read 10 books, awesome. Just read.
December 29, 2024 at 2:27 PM
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if you made art this year, you did well. a sketch, even if it was scrapped ; a poem, even if it was deleted — mattered. you put thought to paper, you engaged with the creative alchemy of turning feeling to something tangible. doesn't matter if you weren't productive "enough." or good "enough."
December 26, 2024 at 8:13 PM
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Hello Everyone, sorry if I have not been active in sometime.
Here is a poem I recently created and happy holidays!
Do you guys have tumblr?
#poetry #lovepoem #love #loss #souls #artworks #tumblr
Title: Will of Cold and Fire: A Garden. Made for two Young Hearts. Love is not always smart nor rational spark…. The promises made showed that part. We still fought for it, lived for it, our names engraved on a bark. Prior to the undone start…. There was no storm that could be foreseen No night in gleam So, when did the garden have weeds? When did the sun start to recede? When did the moon shed it’s light on the deed? For now, I stand in the dead of night. Birds sound….turn to an silent eerie so loud Memories light and present fright. The trees, once lush… Now barren with monochrome leaves that came with the dusk. I see the ghost of you and your grave beside… And the ghost within me, teller of time. I try to move forward… Walk the path that you derived… But my body lives in reality and my mind is in constant calamity… I have and had become wayward. The Will of The Cold. The path led to the dead garden in circles. I stayed there for a few years. Darkness was all the adhere. I needed you the most, you where not near. I became a fade… Walking life with little trace
December 27, 2024 at 7:52 AM
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Poetry of the Day 2: Power
#power #politics #world #writing #poetry #humancondition #community #future #thoughts #poets #art
Power: It’s a dangerous game… It’s a dangerous scale to maintain… Their wandering eyes and as they obtain Determines our fate… It rests on their body, mind , spirit and state. For one moment, they are in grace among the fields of triumph, peace and victory. The next, they are tragically falling off the wall of their defeat, war and failure. Life was written in permanent ink by history. This is why one must choose carefully or lest they have a savior or a jailer. Listen to what they say and watch how they act. For the mind deceives and goes abstract… But the heart and eyes see fact and react. This continues for lifetimes, the scale can break. It has breaked, with everything shaked and on stake. everything was turned to dust. Our world was no more, it shook and sank to the ends of the earth. We fixed things up, trying to return back to sanity and trust. We succeeded for a time, as good leaders were raised with little dirt and had much worth. But Predators were lucking around and paranoia grips… Once good overtime becomes corrupt like a script. Many died honorably and bravely, To save the vision… but it seems the world becomes lost. Their stars and sun fade leading to division upon demolition. Nothing but a shadow of moonlight remains. A path to the otherworld, while others remained. Sick with grief and pain…. The cycle repeats unless something breaks the chain. History leads with a narrative of force and strength…. But it can be wondered, if one when choosing someone of power in length? Would they choose the same people that control their fate, if caught looking into the future straight? Would they let the scale tip? Would they let the cosmos wonder? Could we allow for a new possibilities to show and grow fonder? Changing the narrative of power to beyond her? It can be so, but…. It is us as it always has been. It always will be. So, Can I ask, who do you choose to save the seat and hold the keys?
December 2, 2024 at 2:53 PM
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Poetry of the Day: Our Children!
#poetry #children #politics #life #society #writing

T.W/Tags - This poem deals Death and Possible Suicide Interpretation. Please Read at Your Own Risk.
December 2, 2024 at 10:52 AM
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Paradise Fallen or Return - Our World
#poetry #religion #paradise #humanity #words #writing
T.W/Tags - This Poem deals with Religious Themes. Please read at your Risk! T.W/Tags Again - This poem deals with religious themes! The Love... They created... Created from something beyond.... Immerse themselves in time. All the hours fell off the shrine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They fell from worship... They grace curled... As wings fall down a fiery furled. Trying to stir.... Going back to what was once theirs. They did not understand the test or dare. The trial was not always fair... But that was not the main goal to be aware. They now stand at the gate.... As judgement awaits.... Based on their life and traits. Not as clear as the world dictates... Some demons ascend... Some angels descend... Many are neutral with apprehension... The higher powers do not superintend.... The world was their dimension. The choices brought with mention and intention. Things can amend, only when we see the others as friends. From those with darken eyes and those with smiles bright. Be careful of the words that promote a single decency. A Game of Telephone may not always be the best of the inform. In these times, it comes with much frequency. That the will transforms into something that is less than adorn. Giving rise to the worn and left stranded those that warn from the forlorn. Be careful of the words... They have power than any burn. Not even the angels and demons are like black and white pearls. This is not the mention of heaven or hell...be careful of the meaning of the tell.
November 30, 2024 at 12:06 PM
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#poetry #writing #Treeoflife #life #poet #mypoem
Casual Nexuses Shows image of Magical Tree of Life The opposites of people.... The beginning and end... Fill people with anxiety that have hopeful threads The brightest patch of snow People's flower shines alone in woe The world turns and spins Giving day and night to deadly sins The stars shine... The Sun and Moon divide Guiding us through the ages These opposites are not a comprise nor a lie it gives us as our pages. A story unique to us... And the history left behind will be for generations discussed. The Prisms of humanity's light... Will fly despite the spite Death will hold on tight, while birth is requite. Every journey is a new beginning... The tales are combining and ever magical reminiscing. The opposites of people.
November 29, 2024 at 1:03 AM