Observational Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
jubshaw
Julia Shaw
Julia Shaw
Poem Published
1st Apr 2020 1:48am
1st Apr 2020 1:48am
Pandemic
Everyone is worried more and more
A deadly virus is on the loose
It has invaded the USA from shore to shore
Millions of germ cells have been introduced
Social distancing is a new concept
We all have to embrace these days
People need time to process it
All the hand-washing really will pay
It seems that oldsters are the most in need
As they can't easily fight this virus dread
As well as the younger people indeed
It seems many hard days lay ahead
Schools are closing their doors earlier
Then they had ever planned...
A deadly virus is on the loose
It has invaded the USA from shore to shore
Millions of germ cells have been introduced
Social distancing is a new concept
We all have to embrace these days
People need time to process it
All the hand-washing really will pay
It seems that oldsters are the most in need
As they can't easily fight this virus dread
As well as the younger people indeed
It seems many hard days lay ahead
Schools are closing their doors earlier
Then they had ever planned...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
26 reads
1 Comment
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Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 11:02pm
27th Mar 2020 11:02pm
Funny thing, a window-
Funny thing, a window-
The gate between thought
and feeling;
To see a life that could
be lived-
Wandering, unaware of its
being.
To be on the outside
dwelling in,
Is no less than an honest
sin.
I fear the cold,
I fear the rain;
But most of all,
I fear to never know pain.
The gate between thought
and feeling;
To see a life that could
be lived-
Wandering, unaware of its
being.
To be on the outside
dwelling in,
Is no less than an honest
sin.
I fear the cold,
I fear the rain;
But most of all,
I fear to never know pain.
#loneliness
#dark
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
63 reads
10 Comments
CSY
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 6:02pm
30th Mar 2020 6:02pm
Watered Thoughts
I've began severing ties
Shirts and suits
I don't wanna be like those guys
I'm red like some shepperdish skies
Green for an envious prize
Find me like Wally in a page full of childish lies
See my ideas aren't original
My brain waves have an easy flow
But when manifested conscious streams travel through social valleys to the great lakes of eternal hope
Be like water, a lost philosophy dammed by blocks of concrete
Travelators have replaced the roads that we already walk down on life's so called easy street
Alas, I'm a...
Shirts and suits
I don't wanna be like those guys
I'm red like some shepperdish skies
Green for an envious prize
Find me like Wally in a page full of childish lies
See my ideas aren't original
My brain waves have an easy flow
But when manifested conscious streams travel through social valleys to the great lakes of eternal hope
Be like water, a lost philosophy dammed by blocks of concrete
Travelators have replaced the roads that we already walk down on life's so called easy street
Alas, I'm a...
#hope
#inspirational
#honesty
#StreamOfConsciousness
#emotions
15 reads
0 Comments
Jae201
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 11:45pm
26th Mar 2020 11:45pm
Kids at the Zoo
Come on let’s cry,
Come on let’s mourn,
For yet another kid
Who in the ghetto died.
Come on,
What are you doing?
Get on your knees.
We will cry for that kid
Who in the ghetto died.
Isn’t it sad?
Gosh, he was just a baby.
Isn’t it sad?
The drugs,
The gangs.
Isn’t it sad?
Their clothes,
Their sag.
Isn’t it sad?
Timmy, come here
Press your nose to the glass.
Come on let’s see
That kid who in the ghetto died.
You see Timmy,
Their kind
Is one followed by...
Come on let’s mourn,
For yet another kid
Who in the ghetto died.
Come on,
What are you doing?
Get on your knees.
We will cry for that kid
Who in the ghetto died.
Isn’t it sad?
Gosh, he was just a baby.
Isn’t it sad?
The drugs,
The gangs.
Isn’t it sad?
Their clothes,
Their sag.
Isn’t it sad?
Timmy, come here
Press your nose to the glass.
Come on let’s see
That kid who in the ghetto died.
You see Timmy,
Their kind
Is one followed by...
#hypocrisy
39 reads
3 Comments
manic_pixie_dream
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 00:59am
26th Mar 2020 00:59am
Manic Dream
Her clunky-vintage boots, only slightly wrought with mud, make up almost ¼ of her weight.
She stands at a grand height of five feet, and two inches.
She casually bops her head to the alternative punk music blaring from her grimy white earbuds.
Her jacket, a brazen display of every reference to social justice and pop culture available in the 21st century, which is to say all of them. Her vinyl pins take a special sort of pride in declaring “boomer” or a particular gleaming pin: “Eat the Rich,”
Her ever present bottle of Dr Pepper is misted with condensation. She downs...
She stands at a grand height of five feet, and two inches.
She casually bops her head to the alternative punk music blaring from her grimy white earbuds.
Her jacket, a brazen display of every reference to social justice and pop culture available in the 21st century, which is to say all of them. Her vinyl pins take a special sort of pride in declaring “boomer” or a particular gleaming pin: “Eat the Rich,”
Her ever present bottle of Dr Pepper is misted with condensation. She downs...
#HumanRights
#feminism
26 reads
1 Comment
Porter
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 3:34pm
25th Mar 2020 3:34pm
Breakable
Breakable
‘If you get into any trouble Lennie, I want you to hide in the brush,
but you ain't gonna get in no trouble or I won't let ya tend the rabbits.’
We are all Lennie and George,
loving; calculating.
We are all breakable
teetering on the tightrope
that is life
It is how we break
that makes the difference
We may become jaded and withdrawn
Attacking first to prevent being hurt
Or could walk through life with open arms
and an open heart
Are you the lightning,
striking with unrelenting...
‘If you get into any trouble Lennie, I want you to hide in the brush,
but you ain't gonna get in no trouble or I won't let ya tend the rabbits.’
We are all Lennie and George,
loving; calculating.
We are all breakable
teetering on the tightrope
that is life
It is how we break
that makes the difference
We may become jaded and withdrawn
Attacking first to prevent being hurt
Or could walk through life with open arms
and an open heart
Are you the lightning,
striking with unrelenting...
#hope
#fate
#philosophical
#morality
#emotions
59 reads
7 Comments
lilies_and_dust
Ana Schwarz
Ana Schwarz
Poem Published
24th Mar 2020 7:26pm
24th Mar 2020 7:26pm
charity
you said I was always
with my head in the clouds
and wanted me to be more grounded
to speak in undertones
but I was looking for the rainbows
to lay them at your feet
so you could stop fleeing away
and start walking with me
Ana Schwarz
with my head in the clouds
and wanted me to be more grounded
to speak in undertones
but I was looking for the rainbows
to lay them at your feet
so you could stop fleeing away
and start walking with me
Ana Schwarz
#strength
#gratitude
#minimalist
#morality
#responsibility
45 reads
6 Comments
CherryLoveNotes
Poem Published
24th Mar 2020 4:31pm
24th Mar 2020 4:31pm
The Forgotten Black Man
Into the abyss of the fertile land
my free hands tilled
Onto Mother Nature’s fields my sweat seeped
bowed below the scorching beams of rays my youth enslaved
Scars of remembrance, unbound by chains
Intelligent now befalls unto the
ignorance of wisdom
my free hands tilled
Onto Mother Nature’s fields my sweat seeped
bowed below the scorching beams of rays my youth enslaved
Scars of remembrance, unbound by chains
Intelligent now befalls unto the
ignorance of wisdom
#memories
#LifeCycle
38 reads
4 Comments
conscious_nothing
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 6:51am
20th Mar 2020 6:51am
These Thighs
These thighs are far too big
to draw in the gaze of men
who lust for the flesh of “perfect” women,
who in turn satisfy their thirst.
A uniform build, a skeleton preferred
over a small hint of fat residing in the hips.
These thighs will never be small enough
for the likes of Victoria’s Secret
The pressure continuously mounting to fit in,
to meet the Prince Charming of my life’s fucked up fairy tale,
in which only a size 10 and bellow will fit the magic glass slipper that he holds.
...
to draw in the gaze of men
who lust for the flesh of “perfect” women,
who in turn satisfy their thirst.
A uniform build, a skeleton preferred
over a small hint of fat residing in the hips.
These thighs will never be small enough
for the likes of Victoria’s Secret
The pressure continuously mounting to fit in,
to meet the Prince Charming of my life’s fucked up fairy tale,
in which only a size 10 and bellow will fit the magic glass slipper that he holds.
...
#inspirational
#respect
40 reads
4 Comments
Co-video
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 2:42am
25th Mar 2020 2:42am
Pressing Conference 3/23
the state of the union coughs
has an earache
isn’t less bad
and even in the country of idaho
there is a reallocation
of distance between
human beings
in new york they’re
trading doors
and exchanges
for invisible
scourges
pointed fingers
and arrows
quivers of nastier
languages
strangers left to their
anti-body sex
and to self-collect
with cotton-swab tests
the trumpet plays taps
with a
flow-chart and staff
their six-foot precautions
ignored and unmasked ...
has an earache
isn’t less bad
and even in the country of idaho
there is a reallocation
of distance between
human beings
in new york they’re
trading doors
and exchanges
for invisible
scourges
pointed fingers
and arrows
quivers of nastier
languages
strangers left to their
anti-body sex
and to self-collect
with cotton-swab tests
the trumpet plays taps
with a
flow-chart and staff
their six-foot precautions
ignored and unmasked ...
#illness
#disability
27 reads
Duct_tape
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 1:15pm
16th Mar 2020 1:15pm
Too soon a stone
Oft I see the joyful scenes
of children as they smile
And taste the bitter broken dreams
that linger for a while
In truth I long for memories from
the time when I was young
Before the scars and iron bars
we used to laugh and run
Every gift that we obtain
is followed with a loss
Held tight in desperation with
no regard to what it costs
But then again was it not said
that growth is born from pain
The value of the journey lies
in how you play the game
Strange the thoughts that come to mind ...
of children as they smile
And taste the bitter broken dreams
that linger for a while
In truth I long for memories from
the time when I was young
Before the scars and iron bars
we used to laugh and run
Every gift that we obtain
is followed with a loss
Held tight in desperation with
no regard to what it costs
But then again was it not said
that growth is born from pain
The value of the journey lies
in how you play the game
Strange the thoughts that come to mind ...
#regret
#memories
52 reads
5 Comments
tavipendro
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 2:33am
16th Mar 2020 2:33am
Coronavirus COVID-19
Do not be afraid of it.
Fear not.
Do not let your catalytic fear pour into our reaction,
If do, however the process, it will still remain stick on you.
Do not deny and put a curse on it
That’s the fact however. It is a reality.
Need not to search the beginning,
If that will only become a reason for you to condemn someone
Your negative energy will only make the process runs on a wrong way
Fight … keep in spirit
With endothermic heartfelt friendship of all of us
And exothermic struggle for life of altogether of us
We can do anything ...
Fear not.
Do not let your catalytic fear pour into our reaction,
If do, however the process, it will still remain stick on you.
Do not deny and put a curse on it
That’s the fact however. It is a reality.
Need not to search the beginning,
If that will only become a reason for you to condemn someone
Your negative energy will only make the process runs on a wrong way
Fight … keep in spirit
With endothermic heartfelt friendship of all of us
And exothermic struggle for life of altogether of us
We can do anything ...
#motivational
61 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems by New Members about Life, Society and the World
