Least Read Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 5:32pm
30th Dec 2020 5:32pm
Dissonant Chimes In The Soundtrack Of Life
Calling out of tune Dammit!
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
10 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 6:23pm
29th Jan 2021 6:23pm
Never Surrender
Sometimes we think of life in concrete terms
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
#love
#LifeCycle
10 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 4:40pm
31st Jan 2021 4:40pm
On Compassion
To do a thing that serves you is good
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
#love
10 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
1st Apr 2022 4:03pm
1st Apr 2022 4:03pm
Kill NAPO!!!
Verbs fired
Words hired
Sentences desired
April’s wired
Thoughts required
Poetry’s inspired
Verbal soup
Loop de loop
Mentally regroup
Fly the coupe
Letters droop
Here’s the scoop
Alphabet spillage
Trauma village
30-day pillage
Pronoun drive-bys
For Napo guys
Rainy skies
Truth and lies
Character dies
Unsubstantiated highs
So much skill
Swallow the pill
Fit the bill
Fall is chill
Choke on words
Mocking birds
Resurrected nerds ...
Words hired
Sentences desired
April’s wired
Thoughts required
Poetry’s inspired
Verbal soup
Loop de loop
Mentally regroup
Fly the coupe
Letters droop
Here’s the scoop
Alphabet spillage
Trauma village
30-day pillage
Pronoun drive-bys
For Napo guys
Rainy skies
Truth and lies
Character dies
Unsubstantiated highs
So much skill
Swallow the pill
Fit the bill
Fall is chill
Choke on words
Mocking birds
Resurrected nerds ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
10 reads
10 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 3:06pm
23rd Dec 2022 3:06pm
Deeper Meaning
Do you ever think where you are?
Do you ever think where you came from?
Do you ever think where you are going?
Do you ever wonder who is thinking the same?
Do you ever realize how far you've come?
How far you have to go?
Do you rate yourself vs. the world?
Or against the only thing that counts ...
your past self ...
Cheers to your present and your future!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_Vh2dmyDv4
Do you ever think where you came from?
Do you ever think where you are going?
Do you ever wonder who is thinking the same?
Do you ever realize how far you've come?
How far you have to go?
Do you rate yourself vs. the world?
Or against the only thing that counts ...
your past self ...
Cheers to your present and your future!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_Vh2dmyDv4
#love
#SelfWorth
10 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
11 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
10th Apr 2020 5:28pm
10th Apr 2020 5:28pm
Sleepless Nights in The Devil's Playground Prt 4
The 4 Horseman
Part 4
The Pale Horse:
His mantle of limbo souls enflame
His unyielding edifice of bones
He rides the spirit realm in Hades name
Reaping fresh new souls to their eternal homes
His eye sockets are wide and empty
Brimming full with an unrestful blaze
His sheep for his farm are plenty
The immortal harbinger until the end of days
His face is saturated with death
A voided portal no mortal has ever seen
Fireflies caught in a jar reenact our last breath
The horse he rides is sickly green ...
Part 4
The Pale Horse:
His mantle of limbo souls enflame
His unyielding edifice of bones
He rides the spirit realm in Hades name
Reaping fresh new souls to their eternal homes
His eye sockets are wide and empty
Brimming full with an unrestful blaze
His sheep for his farm are plenty
The immortal harbinger until the end of days
His face is saturated with death
A voided portal no mortal has ever seen
Fireflies caught in a jar reenact our last breath
The horse he rides is sickly green ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
11 reads
9 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
10th Dec 2024 6:13pm
On Frozen Pond
On frozen pond a stone skips readily
a slippery slope to fall down steadily
the hand ever sleight holds the balance too tight
and we dance to the same sad medley
A metronome sanity salted with doom
memories of stories that ended too soon
collected at night to hide from the light
fear of the breaking forever to loom
The empirical evidence lied
and the hard truth will always collide
a mind slowly bends a means to an end
rest assured there is nowhere to hide
An explosion of pent up emotion
at a loss to fathom the...
a slippery slope to fall down steadily
the hand ever sleight holds the balance too tight
and we dance to the same sad medley
A metronome sanity salted with doom
memories of stories that ended too soon
collected at night to hide from the light
fear of the breaking forever to loom
The empirical evidence lied
and the hard truth will always collide
a mind slowly bends a means to an end
rest assured there is nowhere to hide
An explosion of pent up emotion
at a loss to fathom the...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
11 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
12 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
12 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
I want to say 3/30
I want to say
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
#identity
#myself
12 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 4:12pm
22nd Apr 2020 4:12pm
When April Sings Opera
A drama queen arises
Spewing chaos upon horizons
Parade of masks disguises
Unnecessary loss brutalizes
Tears among eyes agonizes
Devastating closures of franchises
Coldness continues its chastises
Sirens of sadness uprises
Future of hope surmises
Poetic edification sympathizes
Love and peace harmonizes
Abuse of alcohol tranquilizes
Quarantined houses jeopardizes
Social media still theorizes
Creative voices vocalizes
Circle of friends improvises
This poem truly apologizes
When April Sings Opera
...
Spewing chaos upon horizons
Parade of masks disguises
Unnecessary loss brutalizes
Tears among eyes agonizes
Devastating closures of franchises
Coldness continues its chastises
Sirens of sadness uprises
Future of hope surmises
Poetic edification sympathizes
Love and peace harmonizes
Abuse of alcohol tranquilizes
Quarantined houses jeopardizes
Social media still theorizes
Creative voices vocalizes
Circle of friends improvises
This poem truly apologizes
When April Sings Opera
...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#frustration
#despair
#NaPoWriMo2020
12 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems about Life, Society and the World (Page 3)
