Observational Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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ObliviousRay
Poem Published
Today 2:57am
Today 2:57am
Dancing Flame
When I'm out in the day my shadow follows me
when I'm out at night I follow my shadow
when there's no light I make it
when there's no dark I recreate it
my heart beats to the unfamiliar
my face smiles at the wild
the path is not right or left
nor forward or backward
the aura is hot ice and a cold June
laying by water I speak fiery words to an ostrich
it catches wind finally and cause things to go up in smoke.
when I'm out at night I follow my shadow
when there's no light I make it
when there's no dark I recreate it
my heart beats to the unfamiliar
my face smiles at the wild
the path is not right or left
nor forward or backward
the aura is hot ice and a cold June
laying by water I speak fiery words to an ostrich
it catches wind finally and cause things to go up in smoke.
#CallToAction
#LifeStruggles
22 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:02pm
Yesterday 4:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
66 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:00am
Yesterday 8:00am
how it is don
A very rich man, not the one who springs to mind
likes to leave behind as many children as he can
Clearly, it would be wrong to have an affair with so many women, almost immoral, where emotions disturb the proceedings, therefore, artificial insemination is used
The rich man is in a sterile room, masturbating into a tube, the result he hands to a flunky who carries the result into another room where the business is done, but sometimes things go wrong and he has to repeat, for this there is a stack of pornographic pictures he can look until he get an erection suitable for the...
likes to leave behind as many children as he can
Clearly, it would be wrong to have an affair with so many women, almost immoral, where emotions disturb the proceedings, therefore, artificial insemination is used
The rich man is in a sterile room, masturbating into a tube, the result he hands to a flunky who carries the result into another room where the business is done, but sometimes things go wrong and he has to repeat, for this there is a stack of pornographic pictures he can look until he get an erection suitable for the...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
19 reads
0 Comments
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:59am
Yesterday 3:59am
BRIDGES
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges,
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
#anxiety
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
27 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 1:10pm
13th Apr 2025 1:10pm
Woolgathering Logic?
13/30
Woolgathering Logic?
I nearly had a pretty decent spill
lost it after mindless viewing
recent latest news
Lost it but the gist of it
still exists maybe
sticky maple syrup
though I’m unable
to capture, recapture
I never liked this feeling of nothing
of something stuck to me
like Fugitive Glue
only a “ Post-it “ note
away from fruition
so many pearls lost like
today due to ---- old age?
Evidently, 5 minute speed chess
Is not the only indicator
I should be...
Woolgathering Logic?
I nearly had a pretty decent spill
lost it after mindless viewing
recent latest news
Lost it but the gist of it
still exists maybe
sticky maple syrup
though I’m unable
to capture, recapture
I never liked this feeling of nothing
of something stuck to me
like Fugitive Glue
only a “ Post-it “ note
away from fruition
so many pearls lost like
today due to ---- old age?
Evidently, 5 minute speed chess
Is not the only indicator
I should be...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:58am
13th Apr 2025 6:58am
The L Word
If Love is the absence of Fear.
Then Fear is the absence of Love.
Then Fear is the absence of Love.
#love
45 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:28am
13th Apr 2025 6:28am
Chinatown Blues
Chinatown Blues
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
#America
#Buddhist
#city #nostalgia
#city #nostalgia
45 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 3:42am
13th Apr 2025 3:42am
The lights going out.
A journalist said America was more like a 'bin fire than a beacon' these days.
Can't argue with that.
Can't argue with that.
#America
33 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 00:44am
13th Apr 2025 00:44am
A Soft Whisper To The Wind
In my pilgrimage as caged minds unfurl
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not
of this time
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect
wisdom of the wise
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise
Preordained upon...
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not
of this time
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect
wisdom of the wise
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise
Preordained upon...
#angels
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
117 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:37am
12th Apr 2025 11:37am
lightning
Lightning cut through
the grey gloom of the day
like CPR for the soul
...
He said
the flash was God taking photos
She said
that's something her mother would say
I said
she's not poetic enough for that
...
The light was so bright
it lit up my room
through the black out curtains
slapping me back
from the edge of sleep
...
I expect to dream
in electricity
the grey gloom of the day
like CPR for the soul
...
He said
the flash was God taking photos
She said
that's something her mother would say
I said
she's not poetic enough for that
...
The light was so bright
it lit up my room
through the black out curtains
slapping me back
from the edge of sleep
...
I expect to dream
in electricity
#nature
#philosophical
#rain
72 reads
6 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:25am
12th Apr 2025 11:25am
Tayassuidae Family, Visits
12/30
Tayassuidae Family, Visits
it’s 3am
the Squadron’s musty scent persists
7 adults, 2 of which Parents of
two cute foot-long “Reds”
no idea why
Javelinas congregate
just outside my front door
Perhaps it’s an Empath gig
natural attraction
Flora, Fauna…..Fae?
Whatever their reasons
a wee bit annoying
when I am ready to
start my day or
awaiting a
grocery delivery
53 unique words
Tayassuidae Family, Visits
it’s 3am
the Squadron’s musty scent persists
7 adults, 2 of which Parents of
two cute foot-long “Reds”
no idea why
Javelinas congregate
just outside my front door
Perhaps it’s an Empath gig
natural attraction
Flora, Fauna…..Fae?
Whatever their reasons
a wee bit annoying
when I am ready to
start my day or
awaiting a
grocery delivery
53 unique words
#animals
#morning
54 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 9:04am
12th Apr 2025 9:04am
the big illusion
The big Illusion
I’m too tired to find any meaning in life. We are born, and our only function is to sow our seed and then depart the scene before we become a burden to the new generation who, after jubilant years, will see that they are born into death. to entertain ourselves, we make a simple act of leaving our seed behind by using magical words into something we call love, and since the thought of being dead forever is too harsh to contemplate, we invented religion and live our lives in an illusion, a fairytale of final lies, we do see the day we die when we are swallowed up by...
I’m too tired to find any meaning in life. We are born, and our only function is to sow our seed and then depart the scene before we become a burden to the new generation who, after jubilant years, will see that they are born into death. to entertain ourselves, we make a simple act of leaving our seed behind by using magical words into something we call love, and since the thought of being dead forever is too harsh to contemplate, we invented religion and live our lives in an illusion, a fairytale of final lies, we do see the day we die when we are swallowed up by...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
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0 Comments
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