Observational Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
JusTim_
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:42pm
Yesterday 10:42pm
That Ribbon In Your Hair
I wondered if you noticed
or if you had even cared
in my mind I undressed you
no piece of clothing was spared
off went the skin tight polo,
jodhpurs, and tiny pink briefs
a cool breeze hightened senses
when that dangled cross released
these lips imagined mouthing
with wanton affirmation
licking from top to bottom
held taught in captivation
I wondered if you noticed
or if you had even cared
in my mind I undressed you
leaving only that ribbon in your hair...
or if you had even cared
in my mind I undressed you
no piece of clothing was spared
off went the skin tight polo,
jodhpurs, and tiny pink briefs
a cool breeze hightened senses
when that dangled cross released
these lips imagined mouthing
with wanton affirmation
licking from top to bottom
held taught in captivation
I wondered if you noticed
or if you had even cared
in my mind I undressed you
leaving only that ribbon in your hair...
#love
#lust
16 reads
4 Comments
Beautifulsoul35
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:34pm
Yesterday 4:34pm
Tiny
Tiny confessions
Tiny concessions
Tiny omissions
Tiny traditions
Tiny obsessions
Tiny reflections
Tiny revisions
Tiny decisions
Tiny concessions
Tiny omissions
Tiny traditions
Tiny obsessions
Tiny reflections
Tiny revisions
Tiny decisions
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
15 reads
0 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:34am
Yesterday 5:34am
ItvBe
ITVBE, home of the look at me
Where dull in the head
viewers get their fix
Where girly wannabes parade in
smaller skirts & bigger boobs
Ex school girl bullies desperate to
become D list celebrities will do
anything for a lense.
#humankind
17 reads
8 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:12am
Yesterday 1:12am
What Men Really Want
Always give him what he is really wanting…
A smile and body that are reserved for him.
A laugh and a smile that will be haunting
Him in his dreams. Eyes that he will swim
In for eternity and will never feel like he is
Downing. Be someone who will stimulate
His mind and always wants be a part of his
Growth. There are plenty who can create
And keep physical attraction, but there are
Very few who have mental attraction too.
Just one look and you will be a shining star
In his eyes, but realize that you are the blue
Sky too. You are not...
A smile and body that are reserved for him.
A laugh and a smile that will be haunting
Him in his dreams. Eyes that he will swim
In for eternity and will never feel like he is
Downing. Be someone who will stimulate
His mind and always wants be a part of his
Growth. There are plenty who can create
And keep physical attraction, but there are
Very few who have mental attraction too.
Just one look and you will be a shining star
In his eyes, but realize that you are the blue
Sky too. You are not...
#men
22 reads
2 Comments
Murk
Poem Published
19th Jul 2018 10:55pm
19th Jul 2018 10:55pm
Speed dating
Sorry if I'm not optimistic, in fact I may be a little the opposite
And at times erotic, deep and even a bit twisted
But you'll never find out because you was only willing to skim the surface
Drawn by my look and a catchy phrase
Was enough for you to want to explore me but it usually ends with just a gaze
Guess I'm to deep, guess if I am a story I am a continuing saga
I am not a quick piece, I am what builds the suspense of a drama
I am worth so much more then a quick stop,
Take time to explore my emotions that could give you new life or make your...
And at times erotic, deep and even a bit twisted
But you'll never find out because you was only willing to skim the surface
Drawn by my look and a catchy phrase
Was enough for you to want to explore me but it usually ends with just a gaze
Guess I'm to deep, guess if I am a story I am a continuing saga
I am not a quick piece, I am what builds the suspense of a drama
I am worth so much more then a quick stop,
Take time to explore my emotions that could give you new life or make your...
#loneliness
#rejection
14 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Jul 2018 8:31am
19th Jul 2018 8:31am
bombing raid
Bombing raids
I was born before the world war two and remember
sitting in the basement of a school, in the dark with fearful adults.
The bomber planes where British looking for the airport
but everything was in darkness, failing their objective
bombs were dropped hit house many died, and there was fire.
It must have made a big impression on me, although
I cannot remember the fear, but when I hear sirens, I panic and look for shelter.
Mother sent me to a farm in the countryside, as it happens
it was next door to a military camp and sometimes...
I was born before the world war two and remember
sitting in the basement of a school, in the dark with fearful adults.
The bomber planes where British looking for the airport
but everything was in darkness, failing their objective
bombs were dropped hit house many died, and there was fire.
It must have made a big impression on me, although
I cannot remember the fear, but when I hear sirens, I panic and look for shelter.
Mother sent me to a farm in the countryside, as it happens
it was next door to a military camp and sometimes...
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#feminism
19 reads
1 Comment
absinthe
Poem Published
19th Jul 2018 2:37am
19th Jul 2018 2:37am
Acts of Fashion
There would not be a few who could remember that elderly woman
Squatted at the door of her house, reciting the litany of evils
That was coming to the village, it was poetry, it was tradition, no one
Rebukes it yet no one shuts the window view to the glowing thrills
Of the progressive life, the many indestructible objects of our desires.
So we took the crone’s litany and we made art, we took photos of our
Selves making art, and we invented a lavish carnival we called Culture,
Conference, Festival, where our symposium papers are the sites of power ...
Squatted at the door of her house, reciting the litany of evils
That was coming to the village, it was poetry, it was tradition, no one
Rebukes it yet no one shuts the window view to the glowing thrills
Of the progressive life, the many indestructible objects of our desires.
So we took the crone’s litany and we made art, we took photos of our
Selves making art, and we invented a lavish carnival we called Culture,
Conference, Festival, where our symposium papers are the sites of power ...
#apocalypse
19 reads
2 Comments
Dragon162
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 7:52pm
18th Jul 2018 7:52pm
Through the eyes of a bird
I am tired from my day yet I still fly
fly to my nest, fly at my best
my little eyes see such wonderous blue
The blue surrounds me and is all around me
Sometimes my wings take my body through the fluffy white
the soft clouds that are as white as my friend the dove
sometimes I fly in a flock oblivious to the beauty of this pattern
Never knowing why the human eyes look up above
I sit quietly and I sing on the young trees and the trees that stand like giants
I create lovely...
fly to my nest, fly at my best
my little eyes see such wonderous blue
The blue surrounds me and is all around me
Sometimes my wings take my body through the fluffy white
the soft clouds that are as white as my friend the dove
sometimes I fly in a flock oblivious to the beauty of this pattern
Never knowing why the human eyes look up above
I sit quietly and I sing on the young trees and the trees that stand like giants
I create lovely...
#nature
15 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 2:43pm
18th Jul 2018 2:43pm
I am a Human
Don't text me at 5pm and start asking for information
I'm still working but the majority of the world has clocked out
Texting for work turns people into dictator like zealots
Saying please helps
Thank you is a plus
I'm your sales rep, not your slave
Treat me with respect
I'll give you the world
Otherwise you're just shit on my shoe
I am a human
Remember that ....
I'm still working but the majority of the world has clocked out
Texting for work turns people into dictator like zealots
Saying please helps
Thank you is a plus
I'm your sales rep, not your slave
Treat me with respect
I'll give you the world
Otherwise you're just shit on my shoe
I am a human
Remember that ....
#frustration
#respect
27 reads
6 Comments
DallasNichols
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 12:09pm
18th Jul 2018 12:09pm
The More Interested
The more interested I am in it,
The more uninterested I become.
But the more I indulge in it,
The more it becomes part of me,
And is thus my identity.
The more uninterested I become.
But the more I indulge in it,
The more it becomes part of me,
And is thus my identity.
#WritingPoetry
11 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 8:35am
18th Jul 2018 8:35am
Sámi av fjellene og havet
(the Sami of the mountains and the sea)
An invisible drone of the Goddess
Of the lights in northern skies at twilight,
Sends swiftly down its single chasing eye,
Racing thru’ the reindeer herds by starlight.
It manages to find them, to choke through
To the arid coastline, to the sea folk
Luring the juvenile who frantic ply
Their skill, haphazard, for the plankton fry.
Who give out with song of the prey’s malaise,
And await, at the ready, the blessing.
Blow the bone whistle — the...
An invisible drone of the Goddess
Of the lights in northern skies at twilight,
Sends swiftly down its single chasing eye,
Racing thru’ the reindeer herds by starlight.
It manages to find them, to choke through
To the arid coastline, to the sea folk
Luring the juvenile who frantic ply
Their skill, haphazard, for the plankton fry.
Who give out with song of the prey’s malaise,
And await, at the ready, the blessing.
Blow the bone whistle — the...
#earth
#animals
#spiritual
#fish
#humankind
26 reads
4 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
18th Jul 2018 6:18am
18th Jul 2018 6:18am
Private Moments
I take one last look into the binoculars and
It is like I am invading on a private conversation
Between two lovers who have known each other
For what seems like a lifetime. They could stand
Out in the melting snow or meet at a train station
Somewhere and there will be nothing they rather
Do than being face to face, seizing every minute
Of every day they have together. Love that will stain
The bed sheets and every square inch of space all
Around them with smooth strokes. Hair that is flat
And are laugh lines. They get fully lost in the rain. ...
It is like I am invading on a private conversation
Between two lovers who have known each other
For what seems like a lifetime. They could stand
Out in the melting snow or meet at a train station
Somewhere and there will be nothing they rather
Do than being face to face, seizing every minute
Of every day they have together. Love that will stain
The bed sheets and every square inch of space all
Around them with smooth strokes. Hair that is flat
And are laugh lines. They get fully lost in the rain. ...
#confessional
24 reads
8 Comments
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