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).
Ahavati
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:52pm
Yesterday 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross
Despite newspaper headlines
dating 1908, skeptics
—in their...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross
Despite newspaper headlines
dating 1908, skeptics
—in their...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#ignorance
#metaphor
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Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:31pm
Yesterday 10:31pm
Lost Amongst The Trees
Remember how I've scolded you
when you've misbehaved.
and the words that I have used
for why that's childish ways.
Like a sprout along with many
growing in the woods
time expects you to mature
and stand as though you should
The love for others I've tried to teach
and pray that you have learned
are lost on some around the world
what's why they're not concerned
It is this lack caring
that causes us to war
and until we learn this
mankind can never soar
* a non-entry in...
when you've misbehaved.
and the words that I have used
for why that's childish ways.
Like a sprout along with many
growing in the woods
time expects you to mature
and stand as though you should
The love for others I've tried to teach
and pray that you have learned
are lost on some around the world
what's why they're not concerned
It is this lack caring
that causes us to war
and until we learn this
mankind can never soar
* a non-entry in...
#love
#hate
#war
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
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3 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:33pm
Yesterday 8:33pm
She Walks in, Ugly
When sex was weaponised, and not
as in the caveman sense
of girls on shoulders hot
with hair and sweat, a recompense
was that old lie that anyone
can get some fun.
Destined souls, and all that crap.
The pictures brim with leggy sorts,
who have the day won for them by a chap
whose belly never sags, nor waist consorts
with any welcoming fleshpots.
She’s looks enough to make a vegan drive
a semi through a petting zoo,
and he’ll sweat like an English duke
on being questioned live
about his taste in prostitutes....
as in the caveman sense
of girls on shoulders hot
with hair and sweat, a recompense
was that old lie that anyone
can get some fun.
Destined souls, and all that crap.
The pictures brim with leggy sorts,
who have the day won for them by a chap
whose belly never sags, nor waist consorts
with any welcoming fleshpots.
She’s looks enough to make a vegan drive
a semi through a petting zoo,
and he’ll sweat like an English duke
on being questioned live
about his taste in prostitutes....
#beauty
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Josh
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:31pm
Yesterday 8:31pm
Explaining War to a 5-Year Old
The reason why we still have wars
is really quite a simple cause:
there’s loads of money to be made
by selling weapons - highest grade
but what should make us really pause
protest and shout a big furore
is all this killing overseas
with big guys bombing as they please
is aided by our laws;
the laws say simply it’s o.k
to kill some people any day
as long as we can make the case
they’re “enemies” - a different race
and when this label sticks on them
wars are started, once again.
is really quite a simple cause:
there’s loads of money to be made
by selling weapons - highest grade
but what should make us really pause
protest and shout a big furore
is all this killing overseas
with big guys bombing as they please
is aided by our laws;
the laws say simply it’s o.k
to kill some people any day
as long as we can make the case
they’re “enemies” - a different race
and when this label sticks on them
wars are started, once again.
#politics
#war
#peace
#money
#greed
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4 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:33pm
Yesterday 4:33pm
Joyful
Children
playing
freely.
playing
freely.
#happiness
19 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:42pm
Yesterday 1:42pm
Listen to Your Heart
Be careful of the ill-advice you’ll get from some,
They may not have your best interest in mind,
Look out for the phrase “but don’t tell anyone”
Because that surely will be a sign.
Listen to your heart first and foremost,
Deep down inside you’ll know they have no merit,
Don’t be fooled by those who say they’re your friend,
Because behind your back talk they’ll about your parents.
Always question things twice if not thrice,
People will swear to you they’re not telling lies,
Look into their eyes so that you’ll truly learn, ...
They may not have your best interest in mind,
Look out for the phrase “but don’t tell anyone”
Because that surely will be a sign.
Listen to your heart first and foremost,
Deep down inside you’ll know they have no merit,
Don’t be fooled by those who say they’re your friend,
Because behind your back talk they’ll about your parents.
Always question things twice if not thrice,
People will swear to you they’re not telling lies,
Look into their eyes so that you’ll truly learn, ...
#myself
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
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4 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:18am
Yesterday 11:18am
Congratulations and best wishes Barbados on 53 years of Independence!
By Stanley Collymore
Happy Independence Day Barbados! And warm exultations
from every Bajan, who is quite jubilantly, justifiably
and sincerely immensely proud of what you’ve
assiduously and magnificently done for all
of us – your loyal citizens – in the past, as you are still
now doing and will go on as before, I’m absolutely
sure, to capably, impressively, beneficially and
determinedly continue achieving in respect
of the untrammelled good, individually
and communally, of all Barbadians;
as well as our most praiseworthy,...
Happy Independence Day Barbados! And warm exultations
from every Bajan, who is quite jubilantly, justifiably
and sincerely immensely proud of what you’ve
assiduously and magnificently done for all
of us – your loyal citizens – in the past, as you are still
now doing and will go on as before, I’m absolutely
sure, to capably, impressively, beneficially and
determinedly continue achieving in respect
of the untrammelled good, individually
and communally, of all Barbadians;
as well as our most praiseworthy,...
#freedom
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Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:17am
Yesterday 11:17am
Gratulerer og beste ønsker Barbados med 53 års uavhengighet!
Av Stanley Collymore
Happy Independence Day Barbados! Og varme jubler
fra hver Bajan, som er ganske jublende, med rette
og oppriktig utrolig stolt av det du har
flittig og praktfull gjort for alle av oss - dine lojale
borgere – i fortiden, slik du fortsatt er nå gjør
og vil fortsette som før, det er jeg absolutt
sikker på, til kapabel, imponerende,
fordelaktig og fortsett å oppnå
med respect av det untrammeled gode,
individuelt og kommunalt, av alle
Barbadianere; så vel som vår
mest prisverdige, elsket,
Karibisk og...
Happy Independence Day Barbados! Og varme jubler
fra hver Bajan, som er ganske jublende, med rette
og oppriktig utrolig stolt av det du har
flittig og praktfull gjort for alle av oss - dine lojale
borgere – i fortiden, slik du fortsatt er nå gjør
og vil fortsette som før, det er jeg absolutt
sikker på, til kapabel, imponerende,
fordelaktig og fortsett å oppnå
med respect av det untrammeled gode,
individuelt og kommunalt, av alle
Barbadianere; så vel som vår
mest prisverdige, elsket,
Karibisk og...
#freedom
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drone
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:07am
Yesterday 10:07am
Ironic
Isn't it ironic
the platonic relationship
that the psychology diploma people
say they have
with their life
that they keep fucking
just to keep
that little piece
of delusional
wishful thinking
surounded
by their shadows
that they claim
are their friends
proudly lecturing
to the weak willed
and the lost
on how
to pretend
that the silent
whispering
from their shadows
are words of wisdom
from their friends
the platonic relationship
that the psychology diploma people
say they have
with their life
that they keep fucking
just to keep
that little piece
of delusional
wishful thinking
surounded
by their shadows
that they claim
are their friends
proudly lecturing
to the weak willed
and the lost
on how
to pretend
that the silent
whispering
from their shadows
are words of wisdom
from their friends
#honesty
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1 Comment
butters
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:29am
Yesterday 3:29am
not everything...
that springs from the soil is good
not everything organic's always wholesome
there's a certain shade of green
of white
that sprouts and dances
—pretty in the light—
yet harbours poisons
some more subtle than others
all of them intimate
not everything organic's always wholesome
there's a certain shade of green
of white
that sprouts and dances
—pretty in the light—
yet harbours poisons
some more subtle than others
all of them intimate
#dark
#lies
#betrayal
#humankind
#obsession
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2 Comments
butters
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:00am
Yesterday 3:00am
our limited existence
creatures of shadow
we dwell in half measures
unfiltered light too strong
infinity of darkness too intense
we hover in that space our breed allows
we try hard not to stare
too long at the brights
that place where only pure things may exist
most often we turn our backs to its pull
—the black's cold flux and wane—
but creatures of shadow are foolish
our fall into the murk
or glare
ultimately one and the same
we dwell in half measures
unfiltered light too strong
infinity of darkness too intense
we hover in that space our breed allows
we try hard not to stare
too long at the brights
that place where only pure things may exist
most often we turn our backs to its pull
—the black's cold flux and wane—
but creatures of shadow are foolish
our fall into the murk
or glare
ultimately one and the same
#shadows
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6 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:09am
Yesterday 1:09am
Reaping Dust
Consider futures none entreat
while nature dies beneath our feet
a slow death that’s decades long
in a world that most belong
except the monsters who plan to die
before the forecasts are applied
to the world they deign to mind
as elders focus on dollar signs
holding money as the greater good
against the family’s heritage
the wasteland will be the birthright
bequeathed by death’s knowing smile
ask not for the bell now tolls
it’s for the young left behind
reaping dust from coffered lies
all that’s left...
while nature dies beneath our feet
a slow death that’s decades long
in a world that most belong
except the monsters who plan to die
before the forecasts are applied
to the world they deign to mind
as elders focus on dollar signs
holding money as the greater good
against the family’s heritage
the wasteland will be the birthright
bequeathed by death’s knowing smile
ask not for the bell now tolls
it’s for the young left behind
reaping dust from coffered lies
all that’s left...
#pollution
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