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).
Blackwolf
Poem Published
Today 1:37am
Today 1:37am
Pet Peeve
One May Perceive Or Even Believe
Conceive Words Heard To Deceive
Interweave Design By Plot Intrigue
I Grieve For Those So Low Naive !
Conceive Words Heard To Deceive
Interweave Design By Plot Intrigue
I Grieve For Those So Low Naive !
#sadness
#bullying
#frustration
#ignorance
#boredom
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Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:54am
Yesterday 00:54am
Conspiracy
Our lives began to end the day we become silent
Digging our graves surrounded by the violence
What happened to the power in knowledge
We must educate ourselves and cast out them evil spells if these wall could talk
they'll speak us out of
Our shells and unveil the poor
unfortunate souls
That reapin this hell back in prehistoric times we never had our own minds
nowadays we just confused with our own damn kind tryna shine
All is in dispair stop with ya wicked stares
What's the reason for all...
Digging our graves surrounded by the violence
What happened to the power in knowledge
We must educate ourselves and cast out them evil spells if these wall could talk
they'll speak us out of
Our shells and unveil the poor
unfortunate souls
That reapin this hell back in prehistoric times we never had our own minds
nowadays we just confused with our own damn kind tryna shine
All is in dispair stop with ya wicked stares
What's the reason for all...
#strength
#StreamOfConsciousness
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:23am
Yesterday 00:23am
Theater
American politics have turned into circus,
Mindless entertainment for the masses,
Better yet perhaps,
It’s a state of decay with the constant threat
That the government one day will be at the brink
Of total collapse.
And the more one side decides to separate,
The more the opposite has to stretch
Becoming extremes,
Mad hatters tear at the fabric of society,
They un-tether they’re grasp on reality
Killing the dream.
It’s an absurd theater, a poisonous ether,
And at the heart a rat that many treat
Like a king,
A cancer...
Mindless entertainment for the masses,
Better yet perhaps,
It’s a state of decay with the constant threat
That the government one day will be at the brink
Of total collapse.
And the more one side decides to separate,
The more the opposite has to stretch
Becoming extremes,
Mad hatters tear at the fabric of society,
They un-tether they’re grasp on reality
Killing the dream.
It’s an absurd theater, a poisonous ether,
And at the heart a rat that many treat
Like a king,
A cancer...
#corruption
#politics
#CallToAction
18 reads
1 Comment
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:19pm
Yesterday 11:19pm
Something Is Squeezing My Skull
Exhumed from dinosaur wombs
We are the closest
Rock to damnation,
Weeping wounds
Of savage(d) Gods.
Fossilised firmament of
Feathered wing tip,
Quill inscribed patterns
Bayonet tapestries:
We repeat desecration, sabotage,
As pigs filing back to abattoir.
Rhapsody of reliquary bleeds
O’er plastic vases and paper plinths,
Urns of rosary beads, rowed
Along sunset kerbs:
Suffer the little orphans.
Thus the night,
Mounts stone bird shoulders
Has come
Ghost mortem,
To mourn her...
We are the closest
Rock to damnation,
Weeping wounds
Of savage(d) Gods.
Fossilised firmament of
Feathered wing tip,
Quill inscribed patterns
Bayonet tapestries:
We repeat desecration, sabotage,
As pigs filing back to abattoir.
Rhapsody of reliquary bleeds
O’er plastic vases and paper plinths,
Urns of rosary beads, rowed
Along sunset kerbs:
Suffer the little orphans.
Thus the night,
Mounts stone bird shoulders
Has come
Ghost mortem,
To mourn her...
#love
#universe
#rebirth #dystopian
#rebirth #dystopian
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:57pm
Yesterday 9:57pm
I MET YOU WHEN YOU WERE A BUMP
I met you when you were a bump,
created in a last-year hump,
as I passed your mother one day
when sun gave off plenty of ray.
She stood within her garden's gate
while lawn sprinkler did irrigate
the flowers that were brightly growing
while your mother looked so glowing.
She held your sister on an arm
on that day summerily calm,
She wore just a green bikini;
I thought she'd tanned agreeably.
I guessed in two months you were due
to emerge from her body, nu,
prayed sister would accommodate
your new...
created in a last-year hump,
as I passed your mother one day
when sun gave off plenty of ray.
She stood within her garden's gate
while lawn sprinkler did irrigate
the flowers that were brightly growing
while your mother looked so glowing.
She held your sister on an arm
on that day summerily calm,
She wore just a green bikini;
I thought she'd tanned agreeably.
I guessed in two months you were due
to emerge from her body, nu,
prayed sister would accommodate
your new...
#children
#women
#rhyming #memories
#rhyming #memories
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:56pm
Yesterday 9:56pm
Wet Bills
Oh! Oh! Holy shit, Homer Simpson,
and a still wet bogus dollar bill,
with drugs and local natives,
burning up the city.
Get your drive-thru Uzi,
with a Molotov cocktail,
and half-off on a tattoo,
before saying, Amen.
But before you shoot,
And the curfew starts,
remember to fall in the grass,
while the cops mow your ass.
and a still wet bogus dollar bill,
with drugs and local natives,
burning up the city.
Get your drive-thru Uzi,
with a Molotov cocktail,
and half-off on a tattoo,
before saying, Amen.
But before you shoot,
And the curfew starts,
remember to fall in the grass,
while the cops mow your ass.
#TruthOfLife
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:16pm
Yesterday 7:16pm
Goodbyes are Hard
I will not attempt to sound poetic
But when Joy and grief are the ingridients
Of the main dish
We are left with powerful rhetorics like...
Why create bonds
Why go through it all.
Change is constant so too is the pain.
Far from sight and the heart follows.
In the air, the land, the people
Whenever we leave there is a portion of us
Never to be returned.
Change is constant so too is the pain
Goodbyes are hard,
Far from sight and the heart follows.
How many more times shall we go down this lane
My heart is glad...
But when Joy and grief are the ingridients
Of the main dish
We are left with powerful rhetorics like...
Why create bonds
Why go through it all.
Change is constant so too is the pain.
Far from sight and the heart follows.
In the air, the land, the people
Whenever we leave there is a portion of us
Never to be returned.
Change is constant so too is the pain
Goodbyes are hard,
Far from sight and the heart follows.
How many more times shall we go down this lane
My heart is glad...
#love
#strength
#marriage
#memories
#aging
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Ahavati
Bumped Yesterday 6:59pm
7th Jun 2015 7:04pm
7th Jun 2015 7:04pm
Spring ELEPHANTS
From these shadows I see a woman on a bicycle
walking three dogs in the sun while a black stray
follows not-too-closely behind, peering suspiciously
at everything. An escaped breeze reeking of coffee
has hi-jacked neighbor's voices through the kitchen
window. Young joggers and old walkers share polite
nods of curiosity toward my pen but don't speak.
Flakes of lead-based paint dig beneath the dirt ...
walking three dogs in the sun while a black stray
follows not-too-closely behind, peering suspiciously
at everything. An escaped breeze reeking of coffee
has hi-jacked neighbor's voices through the kitchen
window. Young joggers and old walkers share polite
nods of curiosity toward my pen but don't speak.
Flakes of lead-based paint dig beneath the dirt ...
639 reads
9 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:20pm
Yesterday 6:20pm
The world
I think of the world
Our dreams and our hopes
All want contentment
But instead end with woes
This creates resentment
Turns friends into foes
Brother against brother
A fight over greed
Death and destruction
An anger to feed
A woman and seduction
A drunkard and his mead
We fight to be free
But lose the ones we love
The things we all want
A warm winter glove
For a meal we will hunt
A bear and his cub
Darkness is inside of all
But some will let it roam ...
Our dreams and our hopes
All want contentment
But instead end with woes
This creates resentment
Turns friends into foes
Brother against brother
A fight over greed
Death and destruction
An anger to feed
A woman and seduction
A drunkard and his mead
We fight to be free
But lose the ones we love
The things we all want
A warm winter glove
For a meal we will hunt
A bear and his cub
Darkness is inside of all
But some will let it roam ...
#LifeStruggles
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Tuncs
-Alice-
-Alice-
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:55pm
Yesterday 5:55pm
US
We can’t seem to make it straight,
this didn’t come out the wazoo.
As those born to a silver plate give us the twenty-two.
Injustice will not perpetuate,
we hope this to be true.
Equality is to hydrate a societal breakthrough.
We stay at home and delegate,
what the hurt should do.
Yet we fail to appreciate the hurting’s point of view.
Born to a hateful state,
their laws are déjà vu.
Skin and wallet to motivate how the blue interview.
Maybe if you were to nominate,
a life within their shoes. ...
this didn’t come out the wazoo.
As those born to a silver plate give us the twenty-two.
Injustice will not perpetuate,
we hope this to be true.
Equality is to hydrate a societal breakthrough.
We stay at home and delegate,
what the hurt should do.
Yet we fail to appreciate the hurting’s point of view.
Born to a hateful state,
their laws are déjà vu.
Skin and wallet to motivate how the blue interview.
Maybe if you were to nominate,
a life within their shoes. ...
#kindness
#America
#rhyming
#racism
#freedom
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2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14pm
Yesterday 4:14pm
The President, the Prime Minister and the delusional special relationship!
By Stanley Collymore
Both of them are blatant and pathological
liars; unrepentant and abhorrent cheats;
narcissists of the very worst kind with
an addictive need for the acquisition
of money - regardless of how self-
serving and illegally it's acquired always
pre-eminent in their acquisitive minds.
Villainous warmongers, who in spite
of that are nevertheless blindingly
remiss as to how the remainder
of the world realistically works
or will react; as they're both
so idiotically accustomed
to existing in a...
Both of them are blatant and pathological
liars; unrepentant and abhorrent cheats;
narcissists of the very worst kind with
an addictive need for the acquisition
of money - regardless of how self-
serving and illegally it's acquired always
pre-eminent in their acquisitive minds.
Villainous warmongers, who in spite
of that are nevertheless blindingly
remiss as to how the remainder
of the world realistically works
or will react; as they're both
so idiotically accustomed
to existing in a...
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#heartbroken
#despair
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FromTheAsh
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:50pm
Yesterday 2:50pm
boondoggle burlesque
I'm so tired of watching the vipers attack
while powers that be turn their spineless backs
willfully blind
while behind the scenes
secretly
they're empowering
silently endorsing the malice
essentially saying
such cruelty & hatred is justified
and the media just feeds it
driven by the beast of its own greed
don't touch that dial?
forget that!
I’m yanking the damn plug
going out where I can make a difference
I've had enough
it sickens me
the corruption & the lies
all those crooked fingers ...
while powers that be turn their spineless backs
willfully blind
while behind the scenes
secretly
they're empowering
silently endorsing the malice
essentially saying
such cruelty & hatred is justified
and the media just feeds it
driven by the beast of its own greed
don't touch that dial?
forget that!
I’m yanking the damn plug
going out where I can make a difference
I've had enough
it sickens me
the corruption & the lies
all those crooked fingers ...
#anger
#racism
#support #inequality
#support #inequality
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2 Comments
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