Observational Poems

Poetry about life, society and the natural world

A Stand For Youth

Published on 12th February 2010 5:49pm
Written by Anon

A stare aimed at some girl, in the game to play,
Unremarkable child, probably had nothing to say.
Just her faint, night time smiles,
And the satirical innocence in her eyes.
His spinning head and swollen cock,
A trait of youth on alcopop.
Big screen success : climax all at once,
When we reminisce, the illusion's lost.
Before she left he fell asleep,
She looked and smiled and whispered, "Cheap".

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The Werrington Tales

Published on 12th February 2010 3:01pm
Written by Mei (Mei-Hitokiri)

Once on a journey to a juvenile camp
Several young people were locked in a clamp
Sending them there was a crass politician
One with bad hair and a cool composition

He had decided to drive them away
In hope his statistics, in place, would stay
He drove an Aston, a bright red one too
Yet his career was unstable and under review

Now inside this van was a chav and a toff
A geek and a slapper, and lastly a goth
Thrown all together they bickered and fought
But really their insults, they counted for nought
...

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Fragile

Published on 11th February 2010 9:52pm
Written by Paul Summerscales (diddi)

Fragile are we
surrounded by the undrinkable sea
astounded by all possibility
grounded on a world so watery .
Canyons appear under water
mother nature we fear
and mass slaughter
a future unclear
each other we torture
but every second is always near
bringing a son or a daughter .
Fragile humans yet to be overthrown
diseases that get blown
illnesses unknown .
Fragile are we
as each day turns
agile toxicity
in a world of solar burns .

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Sorry

Published on 11th February 2010 11:42am
Written by Abracadabra

One day I realised
the bird had to fly away
for good
Life was a drain
something you poured your soul down
until it disappeared
and these last drops
where I am now
would be the hardest to watch

Out there the leaders
the ones ruling the ranks of the lost
one day
they would all have to stand here
to face their maker
or whichever crackpot idea
had managed to hoodwink their
personal belief systems

For once
I'm ahead of their game
all I have to do is
conquer my fear
stretch my leg out
flex the muscles in...

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from the heart

Published on 10th February 2010 7:55pm
Written by nathan illig (noonenothingnone)

I'm not a saint
there's no such thing
we all have black and white in us
and we are all imbalanced in this
some more white
some more black
and some go back and forth between the two
like a pendulum
we are all fighting our own battles
fighting ourselves
fighting the world
and we've all been through so much
we all have our story
trying to make the best decisions we can
with all that we've been through in life
experience creates us
there are no saints
only imbalance
and a pendulum ...

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Today I Shaved My Head

Published on 10th February 2010 1:23pm
Written by Abracadabra

I'm afraid to go out
because today for the first time in my life
I shaved my head

Hats have never been my friend
and now they slip around as jaunty as you please
even with clothes pegs squeezed to my ears

Today was meant to be
the ultimate gesture
ego destroyed
and flushed to the sewers
drowned locks
a treat for the rats
my DNA
their breakfast

But the phones are off
and at all costs
mirrors must be avoided
I should put up a sign
'Hiding in Progress'
I already scared myself badly
terrified...

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The Day I Lived and Died

Published on 10th February 2010 4:42am
Written by These Watery Eyes (Gnashville)

I fashioned a heart today
I’ve tried to integrate it into my body.
It’s strange, how the heart holds its own memories
Apart from the brain,
How when we travel
The heart remembers our home,
But such particular standards apply.
My heart will never listen to the words of god.
My heart is various odd mechanical parts
From the local wrecking yard,
And one gear I ordered from upstate,
And when I get it wet, it sounds so much
Like the crying of a young child,
I can’t bear to listen to myself think.
Sometimes I...

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Kimono

Published on 10th February 2010 2:25am
Written by Abracadabra

Framed in an ocean of neon
the ripples in her silk kimono set my eyes fishing.
Western men had more power, she said
ever since the war, more honour in bed

She told a story of a sword that had never been broken
but by then our eyes were dancing
she was cherry blossom and I was melting snow

Near the Kabukicho
I'd been fed fake bluefin
surrounded by drunken
businessmen in suits
Every one had an occasion
to toast. Kanpai!

Now, I was no longer a curiosity
the only light was candle flicker
shining calm on paper walls
it...

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A Snapshot Reconsidered

Published on 9th February 2010 11:58pm
Written by Patrick Birdener (patrickbirdener)

A man judged your life based on a snapshot.
Then he walked a hundred miles in your shoes,
and took it differently than you had.

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ohayo!

Published on 9th February 2010 3:09am
Written by Abracadabra

Sitting before the master
the waterfall
demands silence
I dream in the space
behind my eyes
waiting for the sun goddess
this Japanese garden
holds it breath
drinking my respect
without thought
for sacred targets

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The day is sun and shine and I have/

Published on 9th February 2010 00:03am
Written by Patrick Birdener (patrickbirdener)

The day is sun and shine and I have
written dribble over less.

Not very deep in the bowels of some house, there's a
sibling quibblery, over trifles until

one tears a thread from one of the other's dreams.

There's a happy couple, carrying on and waiting on
the day their marriage has aged like wine

or dynamite.

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The Bleeding Red Carpet

Published on 7th February 2010 8:45pm
Written by Kandice Bush (KandiceBush)

I feel like my skin is shrinking
though it never seemed to fit quite right anyways

In a world of paper thin plastic dolls
my edges were always too jagged for "their" bubble
( Careful, it might pop.. )

Oh "beauty is only skin deep" society
why don't you try to wear me
then look at yourself though size 4 eyes
& tell me if your depth-less perception of a 13 year old on diet pills changes

Fuck your "normal"
Fuck your "high class" fashion
( Our worth is not determined by the clothes we wear )
Fuck your cookie cut women
their...

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Sky's the limit

Published on 7th February 2010 4:26pm
Written by Merda

Sky's the limit; I went there and came back
with blistered fingers.

I banged rage into a dent in the ceiling there
Whose glaring roof wouldn't accept my blood pleas
But sent them back down to fall as rain on soggy earth.
So I scuffed the edge of my angry soul on the
Infinite plaster and
Paintwork; an uncompromising boundary.
- the fuckers still wouldn't let me in.

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Going.

Published on 7th February 2010 4:18pm
Written by Merda

Dark shoulder of sky on moors
shrugs
I sink under its sullen pool,
quick to heal in one heavy dive.
Tomorrow I will lie down with the king.

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Sun And Moon

Published on 7th February 2010 12:23pm
Written by Stephanie W. (Stephaniepoemist48)

They all huddle and dance,
for now I can't join,
they are fine without me to ruin their rhythm,
that's what I do best.
They create stitches in the tiles they tread upon,
beautiful embroidery for those who dare look at such illusions.
They have more because they couldn't live with less,
those who hide behind glamorous companions,
but we smile without such finery.
We who have triumphed over their scrutiny,
and see the sun and moon eat breakfast each morning as it really is.

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Simple Pleasures

Published on 7th February 2010 6:55am
Written by Abracadabra

Tonight I am
homeless
in Japan
tidy stars my
only companion

Mount Fuji
smiling
borrowing honour
from the skies

Camping is
not the done thing
but the
baby hedgehog
is laughing
as she
runs blindly
over my foot
to disappear
in the mist

No-one I know
is truly happy
what gives me
the right to be
just
brewing tea
in this wood

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My finely woven hands will inherit your heart/Minn hárfínt fletta hendur vilja öðlast þinn hjarta

Published on 7th February 2010 3:47am
Written by These Watery Eyes (Gnashville)

Lines grow,
And shapes form,
Faces and voices,
Yesterday was another day,
Words spilled blue into
The way they knew,
They were true.
This has been a good winter,
There was hate and laughter,
Loss still waits,
Forever the guardian of want;
That was endlessly drawn,
Never complete, but never gone,
Always the ornament of tomorrow,
The face of a lost child...
This has been a good winter,
Minn hjarta er þungbær
Með þinn verndari, kær,
þögull kærasta, eg sjá og sér.

I've dabbled in Icelandic a bit, as...

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Who What When Where Why and How

Published on 6th February 2010 10:22pm
Written by SJ (Disregardme)

Who were you?

What was your last thought?

When was your decision made?

Where were you longing to escape to?

Why did it come to this?

How did you slip through the cracks?

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Earth At Full Throttle

Published on 6th February 2010 10:18pm
Written by Paul Summerscales (diddi)

The world
an engine piston
shoving and shifting
compression , obsession
power in full comission .
Full forward traction
all for interaction .
Relaxation
high speed jubliation
moving across
all of the nations .
Forgiven
well ridden
grudge's gone by
its time to use
and open
your third eye .
Interceptive and objective
its time to be a little more
perceptive
or collective ,
interactive , less of the captive
a touch towards
a world more attractive .
Technology
bad intentions
no apology...

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My new life ...

Published on 6th February 2010 9:42pm
Written by Melissa (Missake2)

Life is waiting
to get discovered and explored,
I forced myself out of the house
and let people believe that I got bored.
Staring at the houses that loose there paint,
life is waiting
oh please don’t let me faint.

Life is waiting
and I see crime hidden in those
eyes that gaze too long to do good
even when this is how normal life goes.
The feeling that boils in me will not fade,
life is waiting,
the one for which I prayed.

Life is waiting
in this country I know too less,
with between astonishing sights,...

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