Poetry about life, society and the natural world
Observational poems offer a view of life from the world the writer inhabits. You'll find social, political and nature poems that provide an outlook on life around the globe. Observational poetry offers social commentary on subcultures, war, poverty, street life and politics. Along with social poems, you'll also find poetry here which explores the natural world. This broad category has poetry about everything to do with the way the world works (or doesn't work).
Andromadaze
ErotiCunt
ErotiCunt
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:18pm
Yesterday 8:18pm
Thoughts during the Eclipse
Somewhere up there far above,
this little rock we call our home,
there are other planets spinning,
there are catastrophes unknown,
somewhere up there far above,
and deep within that cold dead space,
there is life and there is love,
for everything there is a place.
We are large in the scope of one world,
we are a spec in the scope of the universe,
and maybe we can find some solace,
in knowing this life is just a burst,
of energy,
of love and hate,
but know those things need not dictate,
the events that go...
this little rock we call our home,
there are other planets spinning,
there are catastrophes unknown,
somewhere up there far above,
and deep within that cold dead space,
there is life and there is love,
for everything there is a place.
We are large in the scope of one world,
we are a spec in the scope of the universe,
and maybe we can find some solace,
in knowing this life is just a burst,
of energy,
of love and hate,
but know those things need not dictate,
the events that go...
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Joshuaberry
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:28pm
Yesterday 7:28pm
The Stillborn
Targatus had come and gone.
Heimann had had his fun.
Enchaptus wouldn't have gone so soon.
Still born are the reason of the emerging moon.
The still borns,
Inverses sorrowful dirge to fun.
Learning had had it that still borns are the born deads.
Learning had made her mistakes,for most alives are deads.
Born with silver spoon connotes nothing.
Ointment of blessing oozing from you makes you wanting.
Recycling in birth and death;
Nigeria is endowedly choked in still births.
17:22:08:11:58
Heimann had had his fun.
Enchaptus wouldn't have gone so soon.
Still born are the reason of the emerging moon.
The still borns,
Inverses sorrowful dirge to fun.
Learning had had it that still borns are the born deads.
Learning had made her mistakes,for most alives are deads.
Born with silver spoon connotes nothing.
Ointment of blessing oozing from you makes you wanting.
Recycling in birth and death;
Nigeria is endowedly choked in still births.
17:22:08:11:58
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:39pm
Yesterday 4:39pm
Hospitality
Can someone come and wipe my ass too?
My friend, she's in the hospital
Thank you
My friend, she's in the hospital
Thank you
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Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:41pm
Yesterday 3:41pm
The good riddance that should have been but sadly didn’t materialize! (Poem)
By Stanley Collymore
Poland always was and in the 21st Century is still a vile, Nazi
fascist cesspit. And I’m mortified, that my father and others
like him risked their lives, and with some of them actually
dying in the process to save Poland’s undeserving, racist
and ungrateful ass. These ethical, thoroughly altruistic
and commendable human beings, and outstandingly
courageous fighters for freedom, on this occasion
ought never in my straightforward opinion, have
ever intervened, and not just simply in World
War II, but any war on Poland’s...
Poland always was and in the 21st Century is still a vile, Nazi
fascist cesspit. And I’m mortified, that my father and others
like him risked their lives, and with some of them actually
dying in the process to save Poland’s undeserving, racist
and ungrateful ass. These ethical, thoroughly altruistic
and commendable human beings, and outstandingly
courageous fighters for freedom, on this occasion
ought never in my straightforward opinion, have
ever intervened, and not just simply in World
War II, but any war on Poland’s...
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Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:39pm
Yesterday 3:39pm
Das gute riddance das hätte sein müssen aber leider nicht!
Von Stanley Collymore
Polen war immer und im 21. Jahrhundert ist immer noch ein
schändlicher, Nazi Faschistisches Cesspit Und ich bin
gedemütigt, dass mein Vater und andere wie er ihr
Leben riskiert hat, und mit einigen von ihnen
Tatsächlich sterben in dem Prozess, um
Polens unverdächtigen, rassistischen
zu retten und undankbarer Esel.
Diese ethischen, gründlich
altruistischen und lobenswerte Menschen und hervorragend
Mutige Kämpfer für die Freiheit, bei dieser Gelegenheit
sollte nie in meiner direkten Meinung haben jemals ...
Polen war immer und im 21. Jahrhundert ist immer noch ein
schändlicher, Nazi Faschistisches Cesspit Und ich bin
gedemütigt, dass mein Vater und andere wie er ihr
Leben riskiert hat, und mit einigen von ihnen
Tatsächlich sterben in dem Prozess, um
Polens unverdächtigen, rassistischen
zu retten und undankbarer Esel.
Diese ethischen, gründlich
altruistischen und lobenswerte Menschen und hervorragend
Mutige Kämpfer für die Freiheit, bei dieser Gelegenheit
sollte nie in meiner direkten Meinung haben jemals ...
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Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:10pm
Yesterday 3:10pm
What decides who's normal
Sitting on a park bench, laptop on my knees, a gentle breeze caressing my skin, reflecting, thoughts wandering, thinking will I see my friend again today?
I observe a man walk past, talking to himself, hands gesturing into the empty space, in front of him, mumbled words, I can not understand, and I think to myself.........
thank God I'm normal.
A couple arguing, loud words flying, words that in my younger days would get my mouth washed out with soap. They stop, see me staring, and she yells "what are you looking at, mind your...
I observe a man walk past, talking to himself, hands gesturing into the empty space, in front of him, mumbled words, I can not understand, and I think to myself.........
thank God I'm normal.
A couple arguing, loud words flying, words that in my younger days would get my mouth washed out with soap. They stop, see me staring, and she yells "what are you looking at, mind your...
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BrohammadAli
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:28pm
Yesterday 2:28pm
Big Boy
I'm not the same
That's what I tell my brain
When it brings up an old pain
I've grown, I'm stronger
My story continues to get longer
Even in my darkest hours
I hold some light in my fist
Locked in ivory towers
I'm sure to someone I'll be missed
Rid myself of negativity
Drink a fifth of positivity
And keep living happily
I'm a big boy
I've made my plans
I'm a big boy
Calluses on my hands
Do the job no one else will
Grab life by the coattails
And fill it with thrill
Wear a smile when you're feeling...
That's what I tell my brain
When it brings up an old pain
I've grown, I'm stronger
My story continues to get longer
Even in my darkest hours
I hold some light in my fist
Locked in ivory towers
I'm sure to someone I'll be missed
Rid myself of negativity
Drink a fifth of positivity
And keep living happily
I'm a big boy
I've made my plans
I'm a big boy
Calluses on my hands
Do the job no one else will
Grab life by the coattails
And fill it with thrill
Wear a smile when you're feeling...
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BrohammadAli
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:24pm
Yesterday 2:24pm
Addicted to The High
Slap my face
Call me "disgrace"
Shake me alive
Bring me back to today
Hide my needles and my bottles
Hide my keys, break my throttle
Lock me inside until I'm clean
You do it outta love, not just to be mean
Foaming at the mouth
Call the operator
Scream to the mounts
Grab the respirator
Bring me back
Cry tears of anger
My empty eyes,
I am a stranger
She fights so hard
To keep me here
Watch my eyes dull
With every new beer
"Died in his sleep"
Cause of death
Drug OD
Needle in the...
Call me "disgrace"
Shake me alive
Bring me back to today
Hide my needles and my bottles
Hide my keys, break my throttle
Lock me inside until I'm clean
You do it outta love, not just to be mean
Foaming at the mouth
Call the operator
Scream to the mounts
Grab the respirator
Bring me back
Cry tears of anger
My empty eyes,
I am a stranger
She fights so hard
To keep me here
Watch my eyes dull
With every new beer
"Died in his sleep"
Cause of death
Drug OD
Needle in the...
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Poetryman
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:54pm
Yesterday 12:54pm
at the piano keyboard
Sitting side by side
Did Paul or Stevie wonder?
about Trump's hate war?
:
:)
(respectfully in response to Belindajane's poem, "Ebony and Ivory"
(jj)
Did Paul or Stevie wonder?
about Trump's hate war?
:
:)
(respectfully in response to Belindajane's poem, "Ebony and Ivory"
(jj)
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joegracegrace
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:20pm
Yesterday 12:20pm
Second Amendment and Our Nuclear Arsenal
The second Amendment reads, "A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed."
So the founding fathers had in mind not just hunting and personal self defense.
Rather they connected "the right to keep and bear arms" to the need for "a well regulated militia" for the sake of "the security of a free state."
In short, the founding fathers put the emphasis on citizen soldiers (that's what a militia is -- a group of citizen soldiers.)
By definition, a militia is an...
So the founding fathers had in mind not just hunting and personal self defense.
Rather they connected "the right to keep and bear arms" to the need for "a well regulated militia" for the sake of "the security of a free state."
In short, the founding fathers put the emphasis on citizen soldiers (that's what a militia is -- a group of citizen soldiers.)
By definition, a militia is an...
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:39am
Yesterday 9:39am
the den`s dawn
Den`s dawn
The smoke filled pub Curtains
could not shut out the light
of a ghostly dawn.
A place full of overflowing
ashtrays and empty chairs,
and the shadow of the lonely by the bar.
Broken talk and broken dreams.
Soon cleaner will come
with perfumed chemicals
and kill yesterday.
The shadows will be back their loneliness
is the only thing that will not leave.
The smoke filled pub Curtains
could not shut out the light
of a ghostly dawn.
A place full of overflowing
ashtrays and empty chairs,
and the shadow of the lonely by the bar.
Broken talk and broken dreams.
Soon cleaner will come
with perfumed chemicals
and kill yesterday.
The shadows will be back their loneliness
is the only thing that will not leave.
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Ragnar
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:53am
Yesterday 5:53am
Eclipsed
Eclipsed...
August 21, 2017, the entire world watched, as a rare, universal event happened.
The moon, eclipsed the sun and for a moment, all eyes were focused on one unique thing.
One celestial event, seemed to, even if only for a few hours, postpone all the hatred, political propaganda, confusion, misery, pain, frustrations, everything that we see as negative in the world today.
People joked, smiled, laughed, looked in awe, appreciated, loved and an entire world joined together to witness something truly special.
Wouldn't it be amazing, if it didn't take something so...
August 21, 2017, the entire world watched, as a rare, universal event happened.
The moon, eclipsed the sun and for a moment, all eyes were focused on one unique thing.
One celestial event, seemed to, even if only for a few hours, postpone all the hatred, political propaganda, confusion, misery, pain, frustrations, everything that we see as negative in the world today.
People joked, smiled, laughed, looked in awe, appreciated, loved and an entire world joined together to witness something truly special.
Wouldn't it be amazing, if it didn't take something so...
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10 Comments
Observational Poems