Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:33am
Yesterday 9:33am
Word Salad
At different times
Different faces
Preach hope
Predict change
Color blue
Color red
In the end
They all
The same
Different colors
Does not mean
Diverse
Actions
Speak louder
Than words
Tossed around
To sound
Pleasant.
Different faces
Preach hope
Predict change
Color blue
Color red
In the end
They all
The same
Different colors
Does not mean
Diverse
Actions
Speak louder
Than words
Tossed around
To sound
Pleasant.
#CallToAction
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0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:54am
Yesterday 8:54am
Why Not
Strange
that there is
No Law
that states
Burning
Looting
Mob violence
Will not be
Tolerated
in our
so called
Democracies
Where the police
by law
will inform the army
If deployed
on the streets
they can
only shed blood
When Proven
Necessary
There will be
NO
LINES
NO
Barricades
NO
Containment
There will be
a full and Thorough
Sweep
though the streets
Where There Is
Burning
Looting
Mob Violence
The Destruction ...
that there is
No Law
that states
Burning
Looting
Mob violence
Will not be
Tolerated
in our
so called
Democracies
Where the police
by law
will inform the army
If deployed
on the streets
they can
only shed blood
When Proven
Necessary
There will be
NO
LINES
NO
Barricades
NO
Containment
There will be
a full and Thorough
Sweep
though the streets
Where There Is
Burning
Looting
Mob Violence
The Destruction ...
#honesty
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0 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:28am
Yesterday 8:28am
Wastelands
Recycle and re-use should always be our mantra
In regard, not buy again the merchandiser's cancer
In regard, not buy again the merchandiser's cancer
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
20 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:28am
Yesterday 1:28am
Two Hearts One Love
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#temptation
45 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:52am
Yesterday 00:52am
Something Afoot!
I am a bit puzzled,
Kerfuffled,
And confused
As i don't understand
Why
My feet
Are called feet
When they are only
Nine inches long
And ive always been
A size eight
Puzzling in itself
As feet normally
Grow larger with age
Yet now
I'm a size seven
And that pussyfooting
Has nothing to do
With either
Cats
Nor feet?
by Jemia
Kerfuffled,
And confused
As i don't understand
Why
My feet
Are called feet
When they are only
Nine inches long
And ive always been
A size eight
Puzzling in itself
As feet normally
Grow larger with age
Yet now
I'm a size seven
And that pussyfooting
Has nothing to do
With either
Cats
Nor feet?
by Jemia
#funny
#confusion
22 reads
4 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 10:27pm
25th Oct 2020 10:27pm
KAMALA
Her name is not Pamela or Cam-a-la
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
it is pronounced Comma-la
She is the blooming Lotus flower of our fair state
and for me that fact is not up for debate
A woman with a winning million-dollar smile
who wears pearls as an homage to classic female style
As fierce as any Lioness at defending her Pride
and the reason why Kavanaugh cried
Her grilling Barr proved he is unfit
and after 11/3 his office will be forced to quit
The first woman, Black and South Asian, to be a heartbeat away from being President
and I can't wait for her victory in the...
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#freedom
#culture
36 reads
2 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 3:47pm
25th Oct 2020 3:47pm
mere dreams
awoke I walk thru the steam
arisen from the crux of invisibility
three weeks mere three weeks
that's all that's left
i alone
told in a dream
i'twas more than darkness
passing beyond my eye
beauty swaying (be)for(e) me
me holding {on}
i'd never let you die
°
honey crisp of apple
hung out in sweet disguise
do i
awaken
dare not awaken
ripened
bits left to bite
fortunes bled
onto my tongue
swallowed with my pride
thoughts swirl
with a call to battle ...
arisen from the crux of invisibility
three weeks mere three weeks
that's all that's left
i alone
told in a dream
i'twas more than darkness
passing beyond my eye
beauty swaying (be)for(e) me
me holding {on}
i'd never let you die
°
honey crisp of apple
hung out in sweet disguise
do i
awaken
dare not awaken
ripened
bits left to bite
fortunes bled
onto my tongue
swallowed with my pride
thoughts swirl
with a call to battle ...
#dreams
23 reads
2 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 2:45pm
25th Oct 2020 2:45pm
the problem with certainty.
I early voted yesterday,
had a sense of relief
until I remembered....
..... that I felt similar
in 2016
had a sense of relief
until I remembered....
..... that I felt similar
in 2016
#politics
#freedom
#escape
#responsibility
#rebellion
74 reads
35 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 12:28pm
25th Oct 2020 12:28pm
Steamy
Usually it's too much
Rising and conquering
Till I am depleted and gasping
Today however just right
My 80 year old steam radiator
On low
Window open
Gentle balance
Heat juxtaposed against autumn chill
Just right
Rising and conquering
Till I am depleted and gasping
Today however just right
My 80 year old steam radiator
On low
Window open
Gentle balance
Heat juxtaposed against autumn chill
Just right
#fall
38 reads
8 Comments
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 8:40am
25th Oct 2020 8:40am
21st Century Jungle
All around my neighborhood
Are Concrete boxes with a view
Decorated with trees and grasses
Protected with guards and fences
I see the movement of the leaves
Than movement of people
Dogs bark during the night
Hear people's chatter from time to time
Children playing on the pavement
Cars passing with a slow whoosh
Garbage collectors and Gardeners
The sound of airplanes and crickets
No friendly neighbors, just strange faces
Living in their own home world
With their problems and sufferings
With their pride and...
Are Concrete boxes with a view
Decorated with trees and grasses
Protected with guards and fences
I see the movement of the leaves
Than movement of people
Dogs bark during the night
Hear people's chatter from time to time
Children playing on the pavement
Cars passing with a slow whoosh
Garbage collectors and Gardeners
The sound of airplanes and crickets
No friendly neighbors, just strange faces
Living in their own home world
With their problems and sufferings
With their pride and...
#humankind
16 reads
2 Comments
Spanker
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:27am
25th Oct 2020 6:27am
Our Boys
The double-pump
Then the third shot
Watermelon practice
Obliterated, of course
The stump remains
Hard & fast
Hard & crazy
Many happy returns
Our boys on our shoulders
And us on theirs
Then the third shot
Watermelon practice
Obliterated, of course
The stump remains
Hard & fast
Hard & crazy
Many happy returns
Our boys on our shoulders
And us on theirs
#soldiers
#war
9 reads
0 Comments
diamonddave75
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 00:58am
25th Oct 2020 00:58am
Lust The Rope
ravaged truth
ignorant pulse
needing proof
heartless waltz
bleeding within
dying slow
blistered skin
consuming the flow
toxic ether
handed out
mindless grifter
planting doubt
dollar signs
capitalist eyes
greedy minds
empty lies
another cuck
balls shrinking
dominated fuck
watch them sinking
hey scum sucker
the snare set
your lips pucker
dreams are wet
head up ass
forgetting the real
it’s about class
no art to the deal
find common sense ...
ignorant pulse
needing proof
heartless waltz
bleeding within
dying slow
blistered skin
consuming the flow
toxic ether
handed out
mindless grifter
planting doubt
dollar signs
capitalist eyes
greedy minds
empty lies
another cuck
balls shrinking
dominated fuck
watch them sinking
hey scum sucker
the snare set
your lips pucker
dreams are wet
head up ass
forgetting the real
it’s about class
no art to the deal
find common sense ...
#hope
#honesty
#respect
29 reads
4 Comments
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