Observational Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Today 6:42am
Today 6:42am
Running For Glory
I am training for the New York marathon as if I am a virgin runner.
Enlisting the help of my own intuition to see this dream to the end.
I will have the entire journal to view as time allows in documenting all the facets of recovery from an ankle injury sustained 02-08-22 and relying on sheer determination.
This my private workout room apart of my employment work site.
#RunningForTheGlory
Enlisting the help of my own intuition to see this dream to the end.
I will have the entire journal to view as time allows in documenting all the facets of recovery from an ankle injury sustained 02-08-22 and relying on sheer determination.
This my private workout room apart of my employment work site.
#RunningForTheGlory
#motivational
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#determination
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adagio
Poem Published
Today 2:30am
Today 2:30am
Dream Of Dreams
In my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
man would not act
without love
or dance on the devil's floor
giggling to cover their lies
by taking responsibility
for their ineptitude
as a self-professed hypocrite
why am I here to defend myself
but I will not give up on faith
in my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
and the human spirit
man would not act
without love
or dance on the devil's floor
giggling to cover their lies
by taking responsibility
for their ineptitude
as a self-professed hypocrite
why am I here to defend myself
but I will not give up on faith
in my dream of dreams
and the human spirit
#philosophical
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:28pm
Yesterday 2:28pm
a mountain town
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
#politics
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
#risk
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:21pm
Yesterday 12:21pm
Memories To Be
The sounds of olden rhymes
to pass away the times
of Wynken, Blynken and Nod
when too young to be shod
before the porridge
and now the picket fence
has gone to dust
with memories to be
and a pocketful of lint
wondering where the time went
to pass away the times
of Wynken, Blynken and Nod
when too young to be shod
before the porridge
and now the picket fence
has gone to dust
with memories to be
and a pocketful of lint
wondering where the time went
#philosophical
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:06am
Yesterday 5:06am
Fly Like An Eagle...
TicK Tock…
I wanna fly like an eagle to the warmth of the sun
Where the moon upon man’s repentance cannot hide from
Let the air carry me above in flight as my wings spread in the quest to be free
Where the reminisce of my soul my fall and be floated away by the current of the sea
Exemplifying to be the best, casting first stones, promising in vanity to be the chosen one, no, it is only an assertion which wallows when the mind is mentally unfit, resurrected as a misfit, when you are blind and cannot fathom your small presence among the...
I wanna fly like an eagle to the warmth of the sun
Where the moon upon man’s repentance cannot hide from
Let the air carry me above in flight as my wings spread in the quest to be free
Where the reminisce of my soul my fall and be floated away by the current of the sea
Exemplifying to be the best, casting first stones, promising in vanity to be the chosen one, no, it is only an assertion which wallows when the mind is mentally unfit, resurrected as a misfit, when you are blind and cannot fathom your small presence among the...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#philosophical
#poverty
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 8:54pm
2nd Jul 2022 8:54pm
Modestly
Just a sort of modest proposal, really
From the Trust Fund fellow
Who did not like that
Portable kitchen called
A Moveable Feast as it rolled down
Near the corner of his block
And by the Parsonage
Thus creating a shadow
On the Golden Mile he lived on.
Yes, the image and the odors of destitute people
Clashed with the various sorts of
Classy perfumes and Eaux-de-Wealth
Used by people of his class and social standing.
Why not have the kitchen-on-wheels
Moved down to the subway tunnel
Out of view
Out of...
From the Trust Fund fellow
Who did not like that
Portable kitchen called
A Moveable Feast as it rolled down
Near the corner of his block
And by the Parsonage
Thus creating a shadow
On the Golden Mile he lived on.
Yes, the image and the odors of destitute people
Clashed with the various sorts of
Classy perfumes and Eaux-de-Wealth
Used by people of his class and social standing.
Why not have the kitchen-on-wheels
Moved down to the subway tunnel
Out of view
Out of...
#greed
#denial
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Pretty_Vacuous
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 5:52pm
2nd Jul 2022 5:52pm
Nemo Saltat Sobrious
Is it possible to have an original
thought anymore?
Seems like everything’s already been said
and said
over and again
it’s hits you right in hubris when you realize the microcosm you live in is ubiquitous
thought anymore?
Seems like everything’s already been said
and said
over and again
it’s hits you right in hubris when you realize the microcosm you live in is ubiquitous
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 10:45pm
1st Jul 2022 10:45pm
The Pictures Drawn
It's was just a matter of time before I decided to try
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 9:33pm
1st Jul 2022 9:33pm
In Fine Vitae, Ut Scio
Dripping the madness of delirium
from the blood of twilight's corpse
sewing the belly oats
of night's flawed body
feeling the pain across wooded shacks
of the bleeding throats
with a broken splinter up the ass
for the love of medallions and awards
to place on my headstone
feeding my exaggerated worth
in fine vitae, ut scio,
at the end of life as I know it
from the blood of twilight's corpse
sewing the belly oats
of night's flawed body
feeling the pain across wooded shacks
of the bleeding throats
with a broken splinter up the ass
for the love of medallions and awards
to place on my headstone
feeding my exaggerated worth
in fine vitae, ut scio,
at the end of life as I know it
#dark
#greed
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 7:49pm
1st Jul 2022 7:49pm
Vive la différence
Looking at the différence between
Cookie and Biscuit.
We are told that
Cookie comes from ''koekje''
Which is Dutch for ''little cake''.
Biscuit comes from the Latin ''bis'' and ''coquere''
Which means twice baked.
Yet in France they insist on eating cookies
While in Québec we eat biscuits.
The French perhaps think it is classy to say cookie
But it sounds rather snobbish to me.
They love to use anglo terms
Like shopping and week-end.
Le magasinage et la fin-de-semaine
C'est pas bon pour eux.
Vive la...
Cookie and Biscuit.
We are told that
Cookie comes from ''koekje''
Which is Dutch for ''little cake''.
Biscuit comes from the Latin ''bis'' and ''coquere''
Which means twice baked.
Yet in France they insist on eating cookies
While in Québec we eat biscuits.
The French perhaps think it is classy to say cookie
But it sounds rather snobbish to me.
They love to use anglo terms
Like shopping and week-end.
Le magasinage et la fin-de-semaine
C'est pas bon pour eux.
Vive la...
#bittersweet
25 reads
1 Comment
Honoria
Poem Published
31st May 2022 8:30am
31st May 2022 8:30am
Four Freedoms
Lo’ these many nights I lie awake in fear of losing all the freedoms I have known and consider my rights to exercise at will.
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
#freedom
#NaPoWriMo2022
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veganpoet
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 1:35pm
2nd Jun 2022 1:35pm
Approaching The Event Horizon Of The Dark-Robed Goddess Of Sleep
I.
Every night she dreams she is an ancient messenger,
effortlessly gliding through the drifting clouds of interstellar gas.
Crawling at light-speed past innumerable galactic clusters
she feels like a solitary photon slicing through a monstrous stained-glass cube:
even with her mind anchored to a racing point
she cannot help but marvel at the swirling rainbows of matter
that so beautifully punctuate the expanding darkness.
II.
As the glowing ember of her mind
traipses across the black majesty of space
each step forward stokes...
Every night she dreams she is an ancient messenger,
effortlessly gliding through the drifting clouds of interstellar gas.
Crawling at light-speed past innumerable galactic clusters
she feels like a solitary photon slicing through a monstrous stained-glass cube:
even with her mind anchored to a racing point
she cannot help but marvel at the swirling rainbows of matter
that so beautifully punctuate the expanding darkness.
II.
As the glowing ember of her mind
traipses across the black majesty of space
each step forward stokes...
#dreams
#universe
#nature
#astronomy
#scifi
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