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).
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Today 6:42am
Today 6:42am
Running For Glory
I am training for the New York marathon as if I am a virgin runner
Enlisting the help of my own intuition to see this dream to the end
I will have the entire journal to view as time allows in documenting all the facets of recovery from an ankle injury sustained 02-08-22 and relying on sheer determination
This my private workout room apart of my employment work site
#RunningForGlory
Enlisting the help of my own intuition to see this dream to the end
I will have the entire journal to view as time allows in documenting all the facets of recovery from an ankle injury sustained 02-08-22 and relying on sheer determination
This my private workout room apart of my employment work site
#RunningForGlory
#motivational
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#determination
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Pretty_Vacuous
Poem Published
Today 3:27am
Today 3:27am
What happened to Jane
She always just knew
if she let herself feel anything
then she would have to feel everything
as it turned out
that was dead on balls accurate
she slipped up
broke the golden rule
got too close
too fast
letting someone
peek at horrors past
doors opened
walls feel
patiently waiting to escape
sheer unadulterated hell
so she ran
as far and as fast as one can
panicking in terror
heart racing
hyperventilating
fetal position
curled in a corner
whimpering like the child
she...
if she let herself feel anything
then she would have to feel everything
as it turned out
that was dead on balls accurate
she slipped up
broke the golden rule
got too close
too fast
letting someone
peek at horrors past
doors opened
walls feel
patiently waiting to escape
sheer unadulterated hell
so she ran
as far and as fast as one can
panicking in terror
heart racing
hyperventilating
fetal position
curled in a corner
whimpering like the child
she...
#TruthOfLife
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adagio
Poem Published
Today 2:30am
Today 2:30am
Dream Of Dreams
In my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
man would not act
without love
or dance on the devil's floor
giggling to cover their lies
by taking responsibility
for their ineptitude
as a self-professed hypocrite
why am I here to defend myself
but I will not give up on faith
in my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
and the human spirit
man would not act
without love
or dance on the devil's floor
giggling to cover their lies
by taking responsibility
for their ineptitude
as a self-professed hypocrite
why am I here to defend myself
but I will not give up on faith
in my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
#philosophical
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Today 1:22am
Today 1:22am
Midsummer Nights!
The sweetest rain comes down in June
As if by heaven it was sent
In an effort to show the Moon
How precious liquids should be spent,
A lack, humbling her arid globe
Above the downward coursing drops
Required for a frontal lobe
And its Abundantia crops...
Which make this orb the greatest place
In every spun galactic arm
To watch a gloaming raindrop trace
A tree leaf for a good luck charm
Which hydrates all the things we need
From apple root to Zinnia seed.
As if by heaven it was sent
In an effort to show the Moon
How precious liquids should be spent,
A lack, humbling her arid globe
Above the downward coursing drops
Required for a frontal lobe
And its Abundantia crops...
Which make this orb the greatest place
In every spun galactic arm
To watch a gloaming raindrop trace
A tree leaf for a good luck charm
Which hydrates all the things we need
From apple root to Zinnia seed.
#romantic
#beauty
#rain #food
#rain #food
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Hashman
Poem Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
why don't we do it in the road...
old school
everyone in the neighborhood
would pitch in all week
stacking and storing
short and long
big and fat
skinny and small
lying in the backyards
waiting for the big day...
dusk is falling
time to go
bring out the wood
people moving here and there
barn-fire in the middle
of Lowell Street and Nashua
pile it up high
here comes the guy with the gas
and the kid with the matches
Boom, burn baby burn
flames dancing
wood crackling
firecrackers and cherry bombs popping
Happy 4th of July...
everyone in the neighborhood
would pitch in all week
stacking and storing
short and long
big and fat
skinny and small
lying in the backyards
waiting for the big day...
dusk is falling
time to go
bring out the wood
people moving here and there
barn-fire in the middle
of Lowell Street and Nashua
pile it up high
here comes the guy with the gas
and the kid with the matches
Boom, burn baby burn
flames dancing
wood crackling
firecrackers and cherry bombs popping
Happy 4th of July...
#fire
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paperstains
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:58pm
Yesterday 9:58pm
Shuffle Up and f**king Deal
There is false affection
in your eyes
tears forming diamonds
on your eyelashes
hoping they'll blind
the truth
that all you want
is the win
to hold the trophy
over your head
crowned the champion
of
what exactly?
Is victory a few moments of
filling the void,
forgetting the aching chasm
that will open up
and swallow you whole
when the game is over?
You pick up your pieces
go home
but some just go missing
left behind unseen
to get sucked up by a vacuum
on...
in your eyes
tears forming diamonds
on your eyelashes
hoping they'll blind
the truth
that all you want
is the win
to hold the trophy
over your head
crowned the champion
of
what exactly?
Is victory a few moments of
filling the void,
forgetting the aching chasm
that will open up
and swallow you whole
when the game is over?
You pick up your pieces
go home
but some just go missing
left behind unseen
to get sucked up by a vacuum
on...
#anger
#manipulation
#deception
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diddi
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:26pm
Yesterday 8:26pm
Propaganda/Deletion
we're speeding along
some wrong
direction
as narcissistic , egotistic
wipes out
the human invention .
Twisting its grip
on the straining trees
the woke medias clenched fist
shakes with victory .
High on contention
and self obsession
angrily
beating the floor
and deaths door
in self proclamation.
Take a look
between the lines
of all history books
it's well defined
we've engineered time
to be
corrupt as fuck.
Over fed teens...
some wrong
direction
as narcissistic , egotistic
wipes out
the human invention .
Twisting its grip
on the straining trees
the woke medias clenched fist
shakes with victory .
High on contention
and self obsession
angrily
beating the floor
and deaths door
in self proclamation.
Take a look
between the lines
of all history books
it's well defined
we've engineered time
to be
corrupt as fuck.
Over fed teens...
#lies
#corruption
#politics
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:35pm
Yesterday 6:35pm
freestyle(inspired by mobb deep's hell on earth)
I'm not a saint, but I'm not "evil"- it seems that in a space such as america-you need an alter ego-because you know we live inside the "devil's fables"-and a slice of its pie is on everybodys' table....
how many Odes, and NDE's do we need?; death is apart of life-but it's excessively increasing-with or without reason-or "policing"....
one "bucks" for the "doe" it's a below the belt show season- it's safe to say that it's just about most beings-this how we socialize-styling out...
how many Odes, and NDE's do we need?; death is apart of life-but it's excessively increasing-with or without reason-or "policing"....
one "bucks" for the "doe" it's a below the belt show season- it's safe to say that it's just about most beings-this how we socialize-styling out...
#rhyming
#MentalHealth
#humankind
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:36pm
Yesterday 3:36pm
The Rubber Neck
Blame the media when it's wrong
Blame the media when it's right
Blame the media all night long
In conspiratorial fright...
Because you are addicted to hear
All sorts of things that trouble you
To boil anger with a fear
Whether or not those things are true.
So read that news and read it well
On some myriad internet page
About a percolating hell
Of urban and suburban rage,
Never thinking of all the harm
Built into havoc's ugly charm.
Blame the media when it's right
Blame the media all night long
In conspiratorial fright...
Because you are addicted to hear
All sorts of things that trouble you
To boil anger with a fear
Whether or not those things are true.
So read that news and read it well
On some myriad internet page
About a percolating hell
Of urban and suburban rage,
Never thinking of all the harm
Built into havoc's ugly charm.
#technology
#MentalHealth
#misunderstood
#PopCulture
#ignorance
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:31pm
Yesterday 3:31pm
Moonbeams...
Infiltrate the passing Mackerel sky
Broadcasting proof of hidden spectrums there
When commingled with the prismatic snare
Every mandated moonbeam can't deny,
For traps are what all skyborne dewdrops are
Only waiting for some fresh ray to scatter
Before the fated night they'll splatter
Some annexed moonlight like a tiny star
Onto some wildflower flirtation
In a patch of wanton freshness below,
Far below their queen's cratered curvation
Exposing their herbaceous bordello
With her magistracy of libration...
The best domain a true...
Broadcasting proof of hidden spectrums there
When commingled with the prismatic snare
Every mandated moonbeam can't deny,
For traps are what all skyborne dewdrops are
Only waiting for some fresh ray to scatter
Before the fated night they'll splatter
Some annexed moonlight like a tiny star
Onto some wildflower flirtation
In a patch of wanton freshness below,
Far below their queen's cratered curvation
Exposing their herbaceous bordello
With her magistracy of libration...
The best domain a true...
#moon
#clouds
#night
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:28pm
Yesterday 2:28pm
a mountain town
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
#politics
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
#risk
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:21pm
Yesterday 12:21pm
Memories To Be
The sounds of olden rhymes
to pass away the times
of Wynken, Blynken and Nod
when too young to be shod
before the porridge
and now the picket fence
has gone to dust
with memories to be
and a pocketful of lint
wondering where the time went
to pass away the times
of Wynken, Blynken and Nod
when too young to be shod
before the porridge
and now the picket fence
has gone to dust
with memories to be
and a pocketful of lint
wondering where the time went
#philosophical
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