Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 3:55pm
17th Apr 2025 3:55pm
psalm of the barricade
Raise the wall, disciple.
The scripture is written in plywood
and spray paint—
verse by verse, brick by brick,
beneath a sky split by flashbang hallelujahs.
This is not a sanctuary.
This is a stand.
Every dumpster, every railing,
a chapter of resistance
stacked against the armored doctrine
of order.
We don’t sing hymns.
We scream them—
raw-throated and ragged,
set to the tempo
of heartbeat and hammerfall.
The holy water’s been tainted.
So we drink fire.
We anoint ourselves
in...
The scripture is written in plywood
and spray paint—
verse by verse, brick by brick,
beneath a sky split by flashbang hallelujahs.
This is not a sanctuary.
This is a stand.
Every dumpster, every railing,
a chapter of resistance
stacked against the armored doctrine
of order.
We don’t sing hymns.
We scream them—
raw-throated and ragged,
set to the tempo
of heartbeat and hammerfall.
The holy water’s been tainted.
So we drink fire.
We anoint ourselves
in...
#CallToAction
#rebellion
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 11:04am
17th Apr 2025 11:04am
maybe...
17 of 30
you don't think about it much
not when everything still hurts
what happens after
you focus on the pain
bruises...burns...& fractures
on getting through that day
& the next
trying to understand what went wrong
was it you...or them
or a toxic combination
but when wounds stop aching
& shadows fall back
horizon looking a little brighter
that's when possibility presents itself
& your head tips to one side
in silent contemplation
&...
you don't think about it much
not when everything still hurts
what happens after
you focus on the pain
bruises...burns...& fractures
on getting through that day
& the next
trying to understand what went wrong
was it you...or them
or a toxic combination
but when wounds stop aching
& shadows fall back
horizon looking a little brighter
that's when possibility presents itself
& your head tips to one side
in silent contemplation
&...
#emotions
#healing
#hope #TimeHeals
#hope #TimeHeals
100 reads
4 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 6:22am
17th Apr 2025 6:22am
International Haiku Poetry Day
after the storm
picking fallen tamarind--
too high the tree
--R.K.Singh
picking fallen tamarind--
too high the tree
--R.K.Singh
#morning
#spring
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 3:31am
17th Apr 2025 3:31am
Eostre 2025
wind on the water, ship sailing by
sunlight reflected by sea
with white wispy clouds up in the sky
while relaxing peacefully
beside the ocean, springtime in motion
birds nesting, seagulls and geese
pigeons and crows, ducks swim in rows
spring a sensual feast
all is evolving as Earth keeps revolving
while spiraling through the Deep
challenges challenging problems are solved in
moments awake from asleep
here by the seashore, laplap the mind's roar
is enchanted and fades away
portal and door to become more ...
sunlight reflected by sea
with white wispy clouds up in the sky
while relaxing peacefully
beside the ocean, springtime in motion
birds nesting, seagulls and geese
pigeons and crows, ducks swim in rows
spring a sensual feast
all is evolving as Earth keeps revolving
while spiraling through the Deep
challenges challenging problems are solved in
moments awake from asleep
here by the seashore, laplap the mind's roar
is enchanted and fades away
portal and door to become more ...
#SelfReflection
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 2:05am
17th Apr 2025 2:05am
the tragedy is not knowing
I read a short poem
about someone who loved
the way men love
and it was like watching
an alien film with English words
because I can't say
with any conviction
that I love the way
men love
All the men in my life
love selfishly
they love controllingly
and manipulatively
they love absently
they love with blocked ears
and closed eyes
they love so neglectfully
they're always surprised
when love leaves them
like they were good men
who were done dirty
by cruel women ...
about someone who loved
the way men love
and it was like watching
an alien film with English words
because I can't say
with any conviction
that I love the way
men love
All the men in my life
love selfishly
they love controllingly
and manipulatively
they love absently
they love with blocked ears
and closed eyes
they love so neglectfully
they're always surprised
when love leaves them
like they were good men
who were done dirty
by cruel women ...
#masculinity
#men
#relationships
82 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 1:46am
17th Apr 2025 1:46am
Gilded
Navigating through uncertainty
Can often be very intimidating
But once you accept responsibility
And take accountability
It becomes easier to grasp
Reparation and restoration
Forgiving as well as healing
It’s a shift in paradigm thinking
Identifying the root cause
So that we understand who we are
In order to move forward toward
That vision
The better version of ourselves
52 Unique Words
59 Total
Can often be very intimidating
But once you accept responsibility
And take accountability
It becomes easier to grasp
Reparation and restoration
Forgiving as well as healing
It’s a shift in paradigm thinking
Identifying the root cause
So that we understand who we are
In order to move forward toward
That vision
The better version of ourselves
52 Unique Words
59 Total
#hope
#PersonalGrowth
#storm
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 6:47pm
16th Apr 2025 6:47pm
A Day in the Life
I read the news today – oh boy
They “put the ass in astronaut”.
Bald villain’s pointless promo ploy –
fake feminism – greed is hot.
Distraction from the bad and worse
(I read the news today – oh boy)
With every article I curse
the evil forces that destroy.
With lies and trickery employed
they keep the masses meek with fear.
I read the news today – oh boy!
Keep quiet or you’ll disappear.
And still I sit with pen, in vain;
I want to write of peace and joy
But then I derail my own train – ...
They “put the ass in astronaut”.
Bald villain’s pointless promo ploy –
fake feminism – greed is hot.
Distraction from the bad and worse
(I read the news today – oh boy)
With every article I curse
the evil forces that destroy.
With lies and trickery employed
they keep the masses meek with fear.
I read the news today – oh boy!
Keep quiet or you’ll disappear.
And still I sit with pen, in vain;
I want to write of peace and joy
But then I derail my own train – ...
#consumerism
#despair
#freedom #greed
#freedom #greed
77 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 3:07pm
16th Apr 2025 3:07pm
{re}assess the situation
16 of 30
they show you
...in those early days
how much they're prepared to do
the time they're willing to invest
...to secure your affections
beyond that...
listen closely...
when the standard previously set
no longer matches current behavior
it isn't a reflection of your worth
merely a shift in their attention
believing you caught...
& their time no longer required
they...drift
if your place in their priorities
no longer meets satisfaction
don't assume it's anything you...
they show you
...in those early days
how much they're prepared to do
the time they're willing to invest
...to secure your affections
beyond that...
listen closely...
when the standard previously set
no longer matches current behavior
it isn't a reflection of your worth
merely a shift in their attention
believing you caught...
& their time no longer required
they...drift
if your place in their priorities
no longer meets satisfaction
don't assume it's anything you...
#honesty
#relationships
#SelfWorth
99 reads
8 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 9:02am
16th Apr 2025 9:02am
QUE FIT NO SERA SERA
"Que Sera Sera;” one of the lies that’s been passed down in ages
A sweet lullaby for the lazy
a lullaby that kills the will
We’re told; “Whatever will be; will be;”
but forget that what will be needs 'Will' to be
Destiny isn’t a scripted play; it’s a field
And man was gifted a tool; the name is "will"
Yet we sit; fold arms; and call it fate
as if the Most High created us to spectate
Not every dream dies because it wasn’t meant to be
Some die because someone refused to will it into being
“Que Sera Sera”; A...
A sweet lullaby for the lazy
a lullaby that kills the will
We’re told; “Whatever will be; will be;”
but forget that what will be needs 'Will' to be
Destiny isn’t a scripted play; it’s a field
And man was gifted a tool; the name is "will"
Yet we sit; fold arms; and call it fate
as if the Most High created us to spectate
Not every dream dies because it wasn’t meant to be
Some die because someone refused to will it into being
“Que Sera Sera”; A...
#fate
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#strength
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 1:32am
16th Apr 2025 1:32am
Mardi Gras Dreamer
Mardi Gras Dreamer
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
#city
#dreams
#holiday
#love
#romantic
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
Motives
One of the reasons that MAGA folks get so hung up on the letter of the law, particularly the specifics that their lawyers can semantically sabotage to their own perverted ends, is so that they can more readily mask their deep seated desire to use the law as a jurisprudentially rubber stamped vehicle to vicariously deliver the punishment that scratches their continual sadism itch, which they will never admit to.
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#oppression #politics
#oppression #politics
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 11:38am
15th Apr 2025 11:38am
blindfolding reality
15 of 30
I felt the weight of the words
like a boulder on my shoulder
pressing down on me
rather frequently
you should have known better
but...
there's another side to every equation
have you ever wanted something
badly enough you turned a blind eye
willing to strike the match of your own pyre
drinking the cyanide with a whiskey chaser
pretending the resulting burn...is yearning
while sweet demise was all you tasted
& still you clung to the lie
because craving overshadowed truth
no attempt made...
I felt the weight of the words
like a boulder on my shoulder
pressing down on me
rather frequently
you should have known better
but...
there's another side to every equation
have you ever wanted something
badly enough you turned a blind eye
willing to strike the match of your own pyre
drinking the cyanide with a whiskey chaser
pretending the resulting burn...is yearning
while sweet demise was all you tasted
& still you clung to the lie
because craving overshadowed truth
no attempt made...
#honesty
#relationships
#temptation
110 reads
8 Comments
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