Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
Joshuaberry
Lions_den7
Lions_den7
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:28pm
Yesterday 9:28pm
Sick-nest
Sick Nest
Entourage of sick folks in a lame world:
Ailments that sore bruised money, when they fought,
Even Carson cannot prescribe its cure.
19:01:15:17:23
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Sick Nest
Entourage of sick folks in a lame world:
Ailments that sore bruised money, when they fought,
Even Carson cannot prescribe its cure.
19:01:15:17:23
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Sick Nest
#anger
#conflict
#lies
#betrayal
#revenge
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0 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:53pm
Yesterday 3:53pm
our lives are strangely our own
no, we can't trade places,
there's no where you can run or hide;
our lives are strangely ours to own,
so it doesn't matter where we go,
we're stuck on this side.
perceptions ours to change or keep;
we look down at our hands,
what a vivid experience this is,
i often wonder if this is a dream,
maybe we're one eternal being
deep asleep, holding on dearly
to a reality that never had to be,
yet will always
be our own.
there's no where you can run or hide;
our lives are strangely ours to own,
so it doesn't matter where we go,
we're stuck on this side.
perceptions ours to change or keep;
we look down at our hands,
what a vivid experience this is,
i often wonder if this is a dream,
maybe we're one eternal being
deep asleep, holding on dearly
to a reality that never had to be,
yet will always
be our own.
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
36 reads
2 Comments
debug
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:35am
Yesterday 9:35am
nevermore
nevermore
fall for girls
who fall for those
sick tropes
of false men
successful
powerful
wealthy
predatory
alphas
Bruce Waynes
Christian Grays
driving around
in red sports cars
banging everything
that walks their way
and leaving
as leaving a crime scene
leaving no clues
all these imagos
of a broken culture
I don’t care for you
stupid men
who measure up
with
...
fall for girls
who fall for those
sick tropes
of false men
successful
powerful
wealthy
predatory
alphas
Bruce Waynes
Christian Grays
driving around
in red sports cars
banging everything
that walks their way
and leaving
as leaving a crime scene
leaving no clues
all these imagos
of a broken culture
I don’t care for you
stupid men
who measure up
with
...
#relationships
#culture
21 reads
4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:30am
Yesterday 7:30am
Scribbles
if each year represents a chapter;
many pages are blank;
often one questions what one's after;
how much is in this tank;
survival; second nature, is what one tends to think; the nit and pick and laughter, a switch within would crank;
to second guess each taken breath,
while some are down to nothing left; one goes into a trance so blurred, it might as well be sudden death....
many pages are blank;
often one questions what one's after;
how much is in this tank;
survival; second nature, is what one tends to think; the nit and pick and laughter, a switch within would crank;
to second guess each taken breath,
while some are down to nothing left; one goes into a trance so blurred, it might as well be sudden death....
#anxiety
#humankind
#LifeCycle #emptiness
#LifeCycle #emptiness
23 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:31am
Yesterday 00:31am
Winter's Last Leg
An acidic hardness
possessed by
the nature of winter
and a human heart
soften with the ardor
of warmth and Love;
but, not before holding on
in fear of letting go.
~
possessed by
the nature of winter
and a human heart
soften with the ardor
of warmth and Love;
but, not before holding on
in fear of letting go.
~
#love
#winter
#nature
#humankind
#philosophical
56 reads
5 Comments
MJ3
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:06am
Yesterday 00:06am
Scarred
To get home, I take the trudge through this warzone every day.
Broken bottles line the sidewalk.
Well people have to cope somehow.
Sunlight never shines through the blinds because the widows are boarded.
This isn’t the type of place you go sightseeing, but I’ll be your tourguide for today.
First stop is the corner store; here you’ll find the toothless men who leave the broken bottles.
I’m sure whatever story they’re telling is great.
Truly sad it is that you nor I will ever be able to decipher their slurred tales.
To your right you’ll see a...
Broken bottles line the sidewalk.
Well people have to cope somehow.
Sunlight never shines through the blinds because the widows are boarded.
This isn’t the type of place you go sightseeing, but I’ll be your tourguide for today.
First stop is the corner store; here you’ll find the toothless men who leave the broken bottles.
I’m sure whatever story they’re telling is great.
Truly sad it is that you nor I will ever be able to decipher their slurred tales.
To your right you’ll see a...
#LifeStruggles
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2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 8:27pm
14th Jan 2019 8:27pm
Drawing A Line In The Sand
is taking a stand against injustice;
this begins with a resounding
"Not in my neighborhood!"
Straddling a fence that never was
afraid to be on anyone's shit list
because ...
is exactly how sides are created
that only exist in your head
There is no Evil versus Good;
these are only names
Instead, it's about playing
mindgames;
being on the receiving end
of your own tricks
Visions of divisions
leading to revisions
of...
this begins with a resounding
"Not in my neighborhood!"
Straddling a fence that never was
afraid to be on anyone's shit list
because ...
is exactly how sides are created
that only exist in your head
There is no Evil versus Good;
these are only names
Instead, it's about playing
mindgames;
being on the receiving end
of your own tricks
Visions of divisions
leading to revisions
of...
#morality
39 reads
2 Comments
AcidCrow
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 7:53pm
14th Jan 2019 7:53pm
Society Friendship Is Magic
Stuck in the asphalt,
avoiding any eye contact,
like bound.
Get home lie around, talk shit about your enemy celebrity
like there is nothing going on on your life.
Trash talk til a toxic shock gives you a high...
The sun sets and the moon rises
So many footprints covered faces,
amongst all the trash laying at their own places
Phrases, naked, voices, wasted...
A magical mind of a society, on earth.
avoiding any eye contact,
like bound.
Get home lie around, talk shit about your enemy celebrity
like there is nothing going on on your life.
Trash talk til a toxic shock gives you a high...
The sun sets and the moon rises
So many footprints covered faces,
amongst all the trash laying at their own places
Phrases, naked, voices, wasted...
A magical mind of a society, on earth.
#relationships
#conflict
23 reads
3 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
That Is All
(written for the Tear Down The Wall comp)
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.” Revelation 21:21
“Not everyone that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father, which is in Heaven.” Matthew 7:21
If God, Himself,
has surrounded
Heaven with a barrier, impenetrable
to those who choose
not to be on the same page
as Him,
then…
...
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.” Revelation 21:21
“Not everyone that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father, which is in Heaven.” Matthew 7:21
If God, Himself,
has surrounded
Heaven with a barrier, impenetrable
to those who choose
not to be on the same page
as Him,
then…
...
#philosophical
29 reads
4 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 5:12pm
14th Jan 2019 5:12pm
Apartment dwelling
she walks on tip toe through the halls
(a stranger in her dwelling place)
stealing a view of the outside
crisp cold permeates through old windows
branches are encrusted in clear ice
everything still ...
she takes a picture of the moment
voices cascade into the hall
laughter and impassioned voices
she freezes, not wanting to be heard
an eavesdropper she is not
she does not know who they are
they come and go leaving their loud echoes in the hallways
at all hours
she can't remember
the last time sleep was...
(a stranger in her dwelling place)
stealing a view of the outside
crisp cold permeates through old windows
branches are encrusted in clear ice
everything still ...
she takes a picture of the moment
voices cascade into the hall
laughter and impassioned voices
she freezes, not wanting to be heard
an eavesdropper she is not
she does not know who they are
they come and go leaving their loud echoes in the hallways
at all hours
she can't remember
the last time sleep was...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
31 reads
3 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:30pm
14th Jan 2019 3:30pm
Mysticism 101i- Understanding
This colleague was recounting a workplace experience late last night and my policy is you can bring me anything but some shit about a fucking relationship not when people are sick going back and forth to the hospital, trying to keep basic bills paid among office politics and looking for ways to negotiate life on their terms; we don’t have that kind of toleration for foolishness. Now, feminism that’s all academic: more bullshit that has little applicability; real world relevance on a day to day basis for most of us (it’s good for showing face; showing that policy studies is making tracks but...
#relationships
#politics
#America
#redemption
#philosophical
20 reads
Amanacer
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 12:44pm
14th Jan 2019 12:44pm
The Box
I live in a box
In the morning when I wake
I drive in a box
To the place where I make
A little money to pay for the box
I work in a box
Surrounded by others
Who also work in a box
My mind is smothered
Left to dwindle in a box
My hopes and dreams
And memories before the box
Consumed my light
And I taught my children about the box
Thinking that it was right
As it turns out, it was Pandora’s box
And when I dared to open the box
I was sorely disappointed
There was nothing in the box
In...
In the morning when I wake
I drive in a box
To the place where I make
A little money to pay for the box
I work in a box
Surrounded by others
Who also work in a box
My mind is smothered
Left to dwindle in a box
My hopes and dreams
And memories before the box
Consumed my light
And I taught my children about the box
Thinking that it was right
As it turns out, it was Pandora’s box
And when I dared to open the box
I was sorely disappointed
There was nothing in the box
In...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#peace
30 reads
6 Comments
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