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).
Flowolf
Poem Published
Today 5:21pm
Today 5:21pm
Whys And Wherefores
Haste marks its territory with swiftness
Impatient to highlight its fiery eagerness
An impetuous dupe it has now become
Drawing attention to the plight of some
As the foolhardy lead a relentless quest
To reach the end of this journey's unrest
Brash and heedless, here lie the thoughtless
Accelerating the dash of adrift recklessness
Quickening the decline of what can't prevail
Hustling an impulse, pressed are the careless
Keen to showcase the void of their readiness
As their driven promptness is doomed to...
Impatient to highlight its fiery eagerness
An impetuous dupe it has now become
Drawing attention to the plight of some
As the foolhardy lead a relentless quest
To reach the end of this journey's unrest
Brash and heedless, here lie the thoughtless
Accelerating the dash of adrift recklessness
Quickening the decline of what can't prevail
Hustling an impulse, pressed are the careless
Keen to showcase the void of their readiness
As their driven promptness is doomed to...
#SelfReflection
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
Today 2:43pm
Today 2:43pm
Tone Out Loud
The tone out loud may betray
the calm realized deep within
perhaps the gods could forgive
what the voice will express
that placid place of good intent
abandoned when the sounds relent
tumbled from the inner depths
to damn the sounds then expressed
somewhere in the journey’s breadth
the words transformed to manifest
ill intent for all involved
even while the angels cringe
vowels twisted around state
exceptions to the smiling face
what’s said outside would be withdrawn
if only time could be reversed. ...
the calm realized deep within
perhaps the gods could forgive
what the voice will express
that placid place of good intent
abandoned when the sounds relent
tumbled from the inner depths
to damn the sounds then expressed
somewhere in the journey’s breadth
the words transformed to manifest
ill intent for all involved
even while the angels cringe
vowels twisted around state
exceptions to the smiling face
what’s said outside would be withdrawn
if only time could be reversed. ...
#dialogue
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
Today 2:43pm
Today 2:43pm
Forever Yesterday
The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams
those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit
dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down
leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.
©...
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams
those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit
dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down
leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.
©...
#memories
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:44pm
Yesterday 11:44pm
down pour
days of our lives,
are episodes and seasons;
one needs a reason to keep up the breathing;
what's actual freedom?; living with urgency?; inevitable purges?; psychological surgeries?;
jigsaw puzzle; plain sight burglaries;
told how to live; or destined to roam to streets;
casting out spells to bring a spirit down to it's knees; life on this planet, like a world wide spread disease....
are episodes and seasons;
one needs a reason to keep up the breathing;
what's actual freedom?; living with urgency?; inevitable purges?; psychological surgeries?;
jigsaw puzzle; plain sight burglaries;
told how to live; or destined to roam to streets;
casting out spells to bring a spirit down to it's knees; life on this planet, like a world wide spread disease....
#depression
#MentalHealth
#humankind #LifeCycle
#humankind #LifeCycle
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:21pm
Yesterday 11:21pm
Art by any other...
Art by any other name...is still art
just the same…
...as always...
Art percolates through all we do…
ev'ry thing we turn our hands to
our hearts sing out for more..
...and more...
It leaks out our pores…
...and falls with our tears…
sticks in our minds like glue…
A thought tumbles 'round for only so long…
and then it must be said...one way or another…we must ...do...
We are the ones
who must say it...we are artists after all…
if we have no pencil or paper…
we'll scribble it on...
just the same…
...as always...
Art percolates through all we do…
ev'ry thing we turn our hands to
our hearts sing out for more..
...and more...
It leaks out our pores…
...and falls with our tears…
sticks in our minds like glue…
A thought tumbles 'round for only so long…
and then it must be said...one way or another…we must ...do...
We are the ones
who must say it...we are artists after all…
if we have no pencil or paper…
we'll scribble it on...
#WritingPoetry
#art
#philosophical
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8 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:07pm
Yesterday 11:07pm
rain
there is a dent
in reality
ants crawl the
sugar bowl
there is something
wrong w/ the sun,
it smiles no longer
the young wear
old expressions
on their faces
the sky is
incontinent
of sadness
and everyone
dreams of San
Francisco
it's warm, blue
sky filled with
seagulls flying about
like mad angels above
ombre harbours
but for now, puddles
invite raindrops to
visit and stay awhile
and all that is left...
in reality
ants crawl the
sugar bowl
there is something
wrong w/ the sun,
it smiles no longer
the young wear
old expressions
on their faces
the sky is
incontinent
of sadness
and everyone
dreams of San
Francisco
it's warm, blue
sky filled with
seagulls flying about
like mad angels above
ombre harbours
but for now, puddles
invite raindrops to
visit and stay awhile
and all that is left...
#humankind
29 reads
13 Comments
Maeve
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:57pm
Yesterday 7:57pm
The Valley of Ashes
Prosperity depends
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
#corruption
#oppression
#power #inequality
#power #inequality
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:33pm
Yesterday 4:33pm
Rockhollow: September Garden
If you laid in my garden you'd hear the stream,
see the rolls of clouds drift o'head,
if you laid on the lawn you'd hear crickets
by dawn and o' the day hear birds fleeting.
When we walk hand in hand,
go one behind, one in front -
these paths are not so wide,
we sit by the pool and talk of bees, frog, coffee, trees.
You'd ask what I knew, I'd point and fumble,
tell you some things I had seen,
trivia of course but only because year on year -
life changes the scene.
We'd go inside, I'd serve you...
see the rolls of clouds drift o'head,
if you laid on the lawn you'd hear crickets
by dawn and o' the day hear birds fleeting.
When we walk hand in hand,
go one behind, one in front -
these paths are not so wide,
we sit by the pool and talk of bees, frog, coffee, trees.
You'd ask what I knew, I'd point and fumble,
tell you some things I had seen,
trivia of course but only because year on year -
life changes the scene.
We'd go inside, I'd serve you...
#friendship
#trees
#flowers
#animals
#nature
19 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:23pm
Yesterday 12:23pm
Its due yesterday
Once in a thousand years that was forecast
But Donad Trump pushed up the Anti
The foaming beast the devils chalice
That climate change is just pure fancy
A small amount just a fahrenheit
Seek to bring a deep depression
Amass dark clouds about
And THOR pick up his trusty weapon
Like a tale straight out of HOMER
A storm ahead the lookout shouts
That sail that bellows o'r the water
And Shakespear's tempest comes with clout
Add a touch of global warming
A typhoon...
But Donad Trump pushed up the Anti
The foaming beast the devils chalice
That climate change is just pure fancy
A small amount just a fahrenheit
Seek to bring a deep depression
Amass dark clouds about
And THOR pick up his trusty weapon
Like a tale straight out of HOMER
A storm ahead the lookout shouts
That sail that bellows o'r the water
And Shakespear's tempest comes with clout
Add a touch of global warming
A typhoon...
#environment
20 reads
2 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:59am
Yesterday 9:59am
Good vs Evil
Good & evil are subjective based on perspective
Depends on what's taken as a Hard Knocks elective
Society's selective in whom they have empathy for
It's plain as day if you choose not to willfully ignore
Outside the door is a hypocritical world
In which we're viewed based off our borough
Be thorough in the assessments of testaments
Don't base a person's value off the price of rent
Invent avenues to get back to free thought
Deception's used as a weapon in things taught
We've bought into it because it's been on repeat ...
Depends on what's taken as a Hard Knocks elective
Society's selective in whom they have empathy for
It's plain as day if you choose not to willfully ignore
Outside the door is a hypocritical world
In which we're viewed based off our borough
Be thorough in the assessments of testaments
Don't base a person's value off the price of rent
Invent avenues to get back to free thought
Deception's used as a weapon in things taught
We've bought into it because it's been on repeat ...
#evil
#StreamOfConsciousness
24 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:49am
Yesterday 8:49am
The Carbonaceous, in Summary of Celestial Cocaine and our Dejection
Mr. Triple Alpha in the soul of Señora Red,
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
we are all stardust: the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence weighs,
the...
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
we are all stardust: the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence weighs,
the...
#earth
#universe
#nature
#FeelingLost
#apathy
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1 Comment
Oshinome
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:53am
Yesterday 6:53am
...floating away
We quietly observe,
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
#identity
#art
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1 Comment
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