Long Observational Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Oshinome
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:03am
Yesterday 8:03am
Tales from the Sanguine Lure
Your walls are bare stone,
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
#love
#identity
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3 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:49pm
17th Sep 2019 1:49pm
Rett og slett Gabriella
Av Stanley Collymore
De fleste forsøker obligatorisk å vise dem ordentlig en slags
vanlig høflighet til strengen av kunder som vanligvis på
kurset av arbeidsdagen deres er de rutinemessig servering,
og dette uavhengig av forretningsmiljø der de er enten
hyggelig eller på annen måte personlig involvert
i. Alltid gjør det fra et strengt økonomisk og
selvtillit indusert insentiv eller like likt rett
og slett lei av det merkbart bittesmå og ikke-kreative
sinn en stillestående arrogance av dypt inngrodd
offentlig uinteresse for det...
De fleste forsøker obligatorisk å vise dem ordentlig en slags
vanlig høflighet til strengen av kunder som vanligvis på
kurset av arbeidsdagen deres er de rutinemessig servering,
og dette uavhengig av forretningsmiljø der de er enten
hyggelig eller på annen måte personlig involvert
i. Alltid gjør det fra et strengt økonomisk og
selvtillit indusert insentiv eller like likt rett
og slett lei av det merkbart bittesmå og ikke-kreative
sinn en stillestående arrogance av dypt inngrodd
offentlig uinteresse for det...
#consumerism
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Academic
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 1:47pm
17th Sep 2019 1:47pm
Simply and endearingly Gabriella
By Stanley Collymore
Most people obligatorily endeavour to properly show
some kind of common courtesy to the string of
customers whom customarily in the course
of their working day they’re routinely
serving, and this irrespective of the
business environment in which they’re either
enjoyably or otherwise personally involved in. Always
doing so from a strictly financial and self-servingly
induced incentive or just as equally likewise a
simply bored out of their discernibly tiny
and non-creative minds a stagnant arrogance ...
Most people obligatorily endeavour to properly show
some kind of common courtesy to the string of
customers whom customarily in the course
of their working day they’re routinely
serving, and this irrespective of the
business environment in which they’re either
enjoyably or otherwise personally involved in. Always
doing so from a strictly financial and self-servingly
induced incentive or just as equally likewise a
simply bored out of their discernibly tiny
and non-creative minds a stagnant arrogance ...
#consumerism
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
The Carbonaceous, in Summary of Celestial Cocaine and our Dejection
Mr. Triple Alpha in the soul of Señora Red,
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
#earth
#universe
#nature
#FeelingLost
#apathy
32 reads
3 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 11:12am
12th Sep 2019 11:12am
The inimitable Zimbabwean Patriot - Robert Gabriel Mugabe!
By Stanley Collymore
You courageously and quite fearlessly, relative to your
own individual safety and security, stalwartly stood
up for the freedom, the recovery of their callously
subverted independence as a nation, and the
demoralized dignity of the Zimbabwean
people. An honourable stance on your
part that put you, Robert Mugabe, dangerously, in terms
of your own safety and personal wellbeing, at odds
with the fascist, apartheid and white racist barbarians,
who in conjunction with their likeminded western
Caucasian...
You courageously and quite fearlessly, relative to your
own individual safety and security, stalwartly stood
up for the freedom, the recovery of their callously
subverted independence as a nation, and the
demoralized dignity of the Zimbabwean
people. An honourable stance on your
part that put you, Robert Mugabe, dangerously, in terms
of your own safety and personal wellbeing, at odds
with the fascist, apartheid and white racist barbarians,
who in conjunction with their likeminded western
Caucasian...
#motivational
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Academic
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 11:10am
12th Sep 2019 11:10am
Den uforlignelige zimbabwiske patriot - Robert Gabriel Mugabe!
Av Stanley Collymore
Du modig og ganske uredd, relativt til din egen
individuell sikkerhet og sikkerhet, stod sterkt opp for
friheten, gjenoppretting av deres kaldt undergikk
uavhengighet som nasjon, og demoralisert
verdighet av Zimbabwean mennesker.
En hederlig holdning til din en del som setter deg,
Robert Mugabe, farlig, i termer av din egen
sikkerhet og personlige velvære, på en
vilje med fascistene, apartheid og
hvite rasistiske barbarer, som i
forbindelse med sin liknende vestlige Kaukasiske
såkalte kith and...
Du modig og ganske uredd, relativt til din egen
individuell sikkerhet og sikkerhet, stod sterkt opp for
friheten, gjenoppretting av deres kaldt undergikk
uavhengighet som nasjon, og demoralisert
verdighet av Zimbabwean mennesker.
En hederlig holdning til din en del som setter deg,
Robert Mugabe, farlig, i termer av din egen
sikkerhet og personlige velvære, på en
vilje med fascistene, apartheid og
hvite rasistiske barbarer, som i
forbindelse med sin liknende vestlige Kaukasiske
såkalte kith and...
#motivational
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LibraSoul96
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 1:52am
12th Sep 2019 1:52am
Feelings Forsaken
Dirty syringes and rusted scalpels
Unsaid vows and vacant wedding chapels
Charcoal colored roses who have lost its hue
Crossing me will lead you to restless days and sleepless nights filled with rue
Blood spews and incense of death crepts viciously through the bodies of the decomposed
Notes written without a cause left unread and distant memories left unrecognizable to the eye of it's holder destined to be eroded.
Missed phone calls without the simple solice of a voicemail and followed by a missed opportunity that comes once a...
Unsaid vows and vacant wedding chapels
Charcoal colored roses who have lost its hue
Crossing me will lead you to restless days and sleepless nights filled with rue
Blood spews and incense of death crepts viciously through the bodies of the decomposed
Notes written without a cause left unread and distant memories left unrecognizable to the eye of it's holder destined to be eroded.
Missed phone calls without the simple solice of a voicemail and followed by a missed opportunity that comes once a...
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
#disappointment
76 reads
8 Comments
wizkatfood
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
Hug ~
A hug.
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
#love
#loneliness
#childhood
#dreams
#aging
52 reads
1 Comment
SexyInkMaster
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 6:08pm
8th Sep 2019 6:08pm
A Conversation with the Far Eastern Star Walker
I am of the stars of the far east
I come to you in peace
I give you the light of oneness
Peace and serenity are my friends
Sit with me and share in the calm
We are of all the same dust
Free will is our trust
I have lived a thousand lifetimes
And will live a thousand more
My existence is endless
My wisdom is of many
I share my presence with you freely
Let me hold you completely
Your attention is not my own
It is just for you to loan
Let us chat for awhile
Exchange knowing...
I come to you in peace
I give you the light of oneness
Peace and serenity are my friends
Sit with me and share in the calm
We are of all the same dust
Free will is our trust
I have lived a thousand lifetimes
And will live a thousand more
My existence is endless
My wisdom is of many
I share my presence with you freely
Let me hold you completely
Your attention is not my own
It is just for you to loan
Let us chat for awhile
Exchange knowing...
#astrology
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#magic
#morality
42 reads
9 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 5:17am
8th Sep 2019 5:17am
I wish I had gotten braces...
Hey Harold. I've been meaning to ask you someth..."
'STOP.'
She was smiling. I wondered what she looked like when she had braces...
"Stop what?!"
'Whatever you are about to ask. Just Stop.'
"But whyyyy."
'I'm tired?'
"Liar!"
'I have a headache?'
"You just said you felt fine!"
'You know, I don't have to sit here.'
"Whatever, you like the water and this is the only bench nearby."
'I'll sit on the grass.'
"No you won't."
'.....'
The grass was still wet.
*sigh*
'Fine. What is it?'
"Let's...
'STOP.'
She was smiling. I wondered what she looked like when she had braces...
"Stop what?!"
'Whatever you are about to ask. Just Stop.'
"But whyyyy."
'I'm tired?'
"Liar!"
'I have a headache?'
"You just said you felt fine!"
'You know, I don't have to sit here.'
"Whatever, you like the water and this is the only bench nearby."
'I'll sit on the grass.'
"No you won't."
'.....'
The grass was still wet.
*sigh*
'Fine. What is it?'
"Let's...
#kindness
#relationships
#honesty #dialogue
#honesty #dialogue
52 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 3:50am
8th Sep 2019 3:50am
The Fate Of Time
Forgiveness in your comforting hands for the sadness mirrored in your eyes
Two strong women whose spouses fell under someone’s ill intentions of demise
Coretta Scott King
My Martin speaks to me from the bed of his grave
Whispered words he ponders for world peace once man finds the way to pave
His belief this world can still be spiritually saved
In the land of the free and brave
He believes in one nation as we walk in unity, hand-in-hand
That old Negro oppression mentality shall no longer define a colored man
The laws of morality shall...
Two strong women whose spouses fell under someone’s ill intentions of demise
Coretta Scott King
My Martin speaks to me from the bed of his grave
Whispered words he ponders for world peace once man finds the way to pave
His belief this world can still be spiritually saved
In the land of the free and brave
He believes in one nation as we walk in unity, hand-in-hand
That old Negro oppression mentality shall no longer define a colored man
The laws of morality shall...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
64 reads
8 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 1:48pm
7th Sep 2019 1:48pm
Fear, the invisible companion whose instinctual malevolence knows no bounds!
By Stanley Collymore
I have no fear at all of anyone or anything; not even death. And
until I draw my last breath this position, which I have always
resolutely maintained, will unalterably for me remain the
same. For really what is fear? As I see it, it’s a rather
improvident supposition of what might perchance
happen. Something that to all intents and purposes the
frightened person for a variety of reasons, and not
invariably entirely unconvincing ones, doesn’t
want to happen. And should the catastrophe
the supposed victim is...
I have no fear at all of anyone or anything; not even death. And
until I draw my last breath this position, which I have always
resolutely maintained, will unalterably for me remain the
same. For really what is fear? As I see it, it’s a rather
improvident supposition of what might perchance
happen. Something that to all intents and purposes the
frightened person for a variety of reasons, and not
invariably entirely unconvincing ones, doesn’t
want to happen. And should the catastrophe
the supposed victim is...
#anxiety
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