Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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).
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
Today 1:43am
Today 1:43am
Appreciation
Just by being
you induce the want in me
And isn't that the way
it should be?
We jump through hoops
to impress
to convince
often it feels like a sales pitch
to be loved or admired
And it is complete bullshit
If you can't be enjoyed
as you are,
you are not truly being seen
you induce the want in me
And isn't that the way
it should be?
We jump through hoops
to impress
to convince
often it feels like a sales pitch
to be loved or admired
And it is complete bullshit
If you can't be enjoyed
as you are,
you are not truly being seen
#admiration
#love
#respect #TruthOfLife
#respect #TruthOfLife
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:53pm
Yesterday 11:53pm
Pastel Angel
#erotic
#river
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:50pm
Yesterday 9:50pm
Tetrahedrons Parallel
tetrahedrons parallel
subatomic charge
in the worlds invisible
as seen from this, the large
between the ultra-violet
and the infrared
between first inhalation
and when at last we're dead
again within the Bardo
ecstatically to dream
that we're awake in heaven,
or that's how it will seem
time going on forever
as we disappear
becoming one together
with all to us that's near
as tetrahedrons parallel
subatomic charge
what was almost invisible
begins to seem quite large
...
subatomic charge
in the worlds invisible
as seen from this, the large
between the ultra-violet
and the infrared
between first inhalation
and when at last we're dead
again within the Bardo
ecstatically to dream
that we're awake in heaven,
or that's how it will seem
time going on forever
as we disappear
becoming one together
with all to us that's near
as tetrahedrons parallel
subatomic charge
what was almost invisible
begins to seem quite large
...
#universe
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Tia
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:18pm
Yesterday 7:18pm
Better or worse
People think about others
That's just a fact
But they do it in two different ways
Some people compare themselves to their supposed superiors
Those who they believe are better than them
Others prefer to ignore that
And focus on those who are worse, inferior
Is it a cruel trick or fate that we all live this way?
Or is it simply the common flaw of humanity?
Perhaps comparison is simply our truth
That's just a fact
But they do it in two different ways
Some people compare themselves to their supposed superiors
Those who they believe are better than them
Others prefer to ignore that
And focus on those who are worse, inferior
Is it a cruel trick or fate that we all live this way?
Or is it simply the common flaw of humanity?
Perhaps comparison is simply our truth
#humankind
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:12am
Yesterday 8:12am
Serenity
It's the calm,
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
#fate
#responsibility
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:44am
Yesterday 3:44am
homeless
the night's
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
cold is
apparently
unaware
of what
it is
doing
to me,
it is
creeping
onto
my skin,
finding
its way
to
my bones,
and by
morning,
i may be
as cold
as the
night was,
unless the
sun can
save me.
#culture
#homelessness
#identity
#ignorance
#politics
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:33am
Yesterday 00:33am
A Thousand Years From Forever II
Waterloo
Below Sea Level
A Meeting Among Kings
Throne Room
Gentleman, get a hold of your Goddamn crown
I demand silence from around this table and my ears better not hear not even a pen dropping to the stab of floor or the echoing sound
You all will uphold your respect in my council quarters
These discussions are debated in sacred waters
Must I remind you all in attendance, I am the Supreme King of the Waterloo, one of the finest foundational reams prior to soaring to Heaven, and that will remain as I stamp upon my...
Below Sea Level
A Meeting Among Kings
Throne Room
Gentleman, get a hold of your Goddamn crown
I demand silence from around this table and my ears better not hear not even a pen dropping to the stab of floor or the echoing sound
You all will uphold your respect in my council quarters
These discussions are debated in sacred waters
Must I remind you all in attendance, I am the Supreme King of the Waterloo, one of the finest foundational reams prior to soaring to Heaven, and that will remain as I stamp upon my...
#mythology
#water
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 10:48pm
11th Dec 2024 10:48pm
Butterfly Barista
Butterfly Barista
Butterfly t-shirt smile
Of Chrysalis coquette
Peppermint fire moan
Sings choir for pulsation
When tongue flavors cascade
Like flaming flapper flux
On heart heat from heaven
Sunk Deep in molten Mesmer
Ancient as Pompeii fresco
Of lovers lash hooded dream
My steeple Phoenix risen
From ashen gratitude
To her sunshine lipstick embers
That glow in volcanic beauty
On the lava shores of her infinity
Butterfly t-shirt smile
Of Chrysalis coquette
Peppermint fire moan
Sings choir for pulsation
When tongue flavors cascade
Like flaming flapper flux
On heart heat from heaven
Sunk Deep in molten Mesmer
Ancient as Pompeii fresco
Of lovers lash hooded dream
My steeple Phoenix risen
From ashen gratitude
To her sunshine lipstick embers
That glow in volcanic beauty
On the lava shores of her infinity
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#tea
#women
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missjem56
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 9:01pm
11th Dec 2024 9:01pm
Jean Genie
I
once
discovered
Levi's
growing
in
a
pond!
A
jeanetic
pool?
by Jemia
once
discovered
Levi's
growing
in
a
pond!
A
jeanetic
pool?
by Jemia
#funny
#parody
#satirical
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 8:57pm
11th Dec 2024 8:57pm
Bang!
Bang!
We heard the gunshots.
Joey hit the floor.
Bobby went out to see what it was..
That boy took a bullet to the throat.
It took a couple weeks
to get up the money
to bury Bobby. Times are tough.
Gotta eat. Gotta have beer and weed!
Joey's scared now. Any loud noises...
Can't pop a paper bag or say "Boo"...
unless you enjoy the stink...
of him sitting his pants!
Things ain't right in the ghetto.
Even Elvis knew. We're cursed!
We all know someone who was killed.
Might be me...
We heard the gunshots.
Joey hit the floor.
Bobby went out to see what it was..
That boy took a bullet to the throat.
It took a couple weeks
to get up the money
to bury Bobby. Times are tough.
Gotta eat. Gotta have beer and weed!
Joey's scared now. Any loud noises...
Can't pop a paper bag or say "Boo"...
unless you enjoy the stink...
of him sitting his pants!
Things ain't right in the ghetto.
Even Elvis knew. We're cursed!
We all know someone who was killed.
Might be me...
#dark
#fear
#grief
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 8:56pm
11th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Skin Game
How do you identfy Paula?
I'm white. Nearly White.
A bit of Native American.
Long ago and far away...
DOES IT MATTER?
Some other family members are mixed:
white/black & white/brown...
One married an Chinese girl twice...
Are mixed kids "told" their race?
DOES IT MATTER?
Can't we see the person...
Inside the "color"?
Does your precieved color...
determine who you are or aren't?
DOES IT MATTER?
Some people will say...
first black ball player...
first...
I'm white. Nearly White.
A bit of Native American.
Long ago and far away...
DOES IT MATTER?
Some other family members are mixed:
white/black & white/brown...
One married an Chinese girl twice...
Are mixed kids "told" their race?
DOES IT MATTER?
Can't we see the person...
Inside the "color"?
Does your precieved color...
determine who you are or aren't?
DOES IT MATTER?
Some people will say...
first black ball player...
first...
#humankind
#HumanRights
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2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:59pm
11th Dec 2024 7:59pm
Glomy days
Gloomy days!
The revenge of a distraction.
The promise of a trance.
Underground corridors,
In symmetrical blues.
Drunk heels and corners,
I cannot tell.
I do not understand!?
I do not!
Another distraction.
The verge of a revenge.
A ghost today?
You wish it were true.
Oh! So much!
But it is not.
It is not!
The verge of a distraction!
If only it were real!?
If only you were!
If i could
Escape
It
Gloomy days!
I reach out.
I find it
Another revenge
Cemetry of a...
The revenge of a distraction.
The promise of a trance.
Underground corridors,
In symmetrical blues.
Drunk heels and corners,
I cannot tell.
I do not understand!?
I do not!
Another distraction.
The verge of a revenge.
A ghost today?
You wish it were true.
Oh! So much!
But it is not.
It is not!
The verge of a distraction!
If only it were real!?
If only you were!
If i could
Escape
It
Gloomy days!
I reach out.
I find it
Another revenge
Cemetry of a...
#love
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