Observational Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about life, society and the natural world
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
StrugglingRapper
Poem Published
Today 6:09pm
Today 6:09pm
Beach
Glitter glistening sand, sapphires crashing the land,
Glitter sparkles on my vans, sun disappears to Japan,
My body becomes a band, heart like a fighting hand,
In awe my lungs expand, consciously in dreamland,
I see faces in the clouds, like pictures drawn by a child,
Abstract and wild, the wind makes them exiled,
Drifting off like my mind again, I see Orion shining in,
Wait until the sun rises again, let that light shine deep in,
Glitter sparkles on my vans, sun disappears to Japan,
My body becomes a band, heart like a fighting hand,
In awe my lungs expand, consciously in dreamland,
I see faces in the clouds, like pictures drawn by a child,
Abstract and wild, the wind makes them exiled,
Drifting off like my mind again, I see Orion shining in,
Wait until the sun rises again, let that light shine deep in,
#sun
#beach
#stars
#holiday
#travel
3 reads
0 Comments
MindOfAPohett
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 3:52am
12th Jan 2019 3:52am
We Are Optimal
#women
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
#humankind
#emotional
38 reads
2 Comments
Rorschach
Poem Published
11th Jan 2019 12:23pm
11th Jan 2019 12:23pm
Another Day
Another day, another way.
Man finds something new to say.
Another life, another death.
A woman cries 'pleasure' in a bed.
Another grade, another child.
Exam stress drives them wild.
Another year, another trend.
A dare just cost you, your friend.
Blind eyes and stitched mouth.
Leaves little to be said, and many a doubt.
Another life, another soul.
cast once again into society,
an endless hell hole...
Man finds something new to say.
Another life, another death.
A woman cries 'pleasure' in a bed.
Another grade, another child.
Exam stress drives them wild.
Another year, another trend.
A dare just cost you, your friend.
Blind eyes and stitched mouth.
Leaves little to be said, and many a doubt.
Another life, another soul.
cast once again into society,
an endless hell hole...
#silence
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
29 reads
1 Comment
heresjohnny97
Jaw Knee
Jaw Knee
Poem Published
10th Jan 2019 3:51pm
10th Jan 2019 3:51pm
Follow The Shadow
A turnover,
laughably induced,
by,masturbation of fear and hate,
until it all got a bit sticky, dragging
tolerance down from the wall onto beds of tar.
Experiment with extremity, a pair of hands, ridged with naivety
are giving the world a thorough shake.
The malnourished child of paranoia is seeing the light again,
and he's doing the tango with his mates,
down Downing Street into the White House.
A stray cat with blotted skin from Kennington or Harlem
is waiting to be blinded
by the lights of heaven or the fuzz and...
laughably induced,
by,masturbation of fear and hate,
until it all got a bit sticky, dragging
tolerance down from the wall onto beds of tar.
Experiment with extremity, a pair of hands, ridged with naivety
are giving the world a thorough shake.
The malnourished child of paranoia is seeing the light again,
and he's doing the tango with his mates,
down Downing Street into the White House.
A stray cat with blotted skin from Kennington or Harlem
is waiting to be blinded
by the lights of heaven or the fuzz and...
#anger
#CallToAction
#frustration
23 reads
1 Comment
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
10th Jan 2019 1:33am
10th Jan 2019 1:33am
Hairy Trueman & Brittony Naval Spears
(I am inspired to write this ditty
After having read Bohb's poem
Entitled: Madonna & JFK.)
My rendition goes something like this:
And this piece should be sung to the tune of
The 1812 William Tail Underture.
She slapped the bifocals off the glasses-wearing bastard
When the political crony of a glutton failed to hit her
Baby one more time. Chevrolet de chaise lounge.
They were sun tanning on the South Lawn
And fanning the prelude to a father/daughter session
Of hide the corncob in the Deep South crib.
...
After having read Bohb's poem
Entitled: Madonna & JFK.)
My rendition goes something like this:
And this piece should be sung to the tune of
The 1812 William Tail Underture.
She slapped the bifocals off the glasses-wearing bastard
When the political crony of a glutton failed to hit her
Baby one more time. Chevrolet de chaise lounge.
They were sun tanning on the South Lawn
And fanning the prelude to a father/daughter session
Of hide the corncob in the Deep South crib.
...
#corruption
#politics
15 reads
1 Comment
Toria
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 3:38am
3rd Jan 2019 3:38am
Significance
The grass is thick like bedding here,
It beckons me to lie.
And as I lie upon the ground,
I look up to the sky.
Sky thick with black,
no stars I see-
Except for one great ball.
It turns its glowing face to me
and whispers "You're so small.
Your problems, they're so small.
Your actions, they're so small.
Every thought and feeling that
you have is very small.
And who should catch you if you fall?
Who should care about one so small?
For when you pass on, there will come more.
With more small problems to endure. ...
It beckons me to lie.
And as I lie upon the ground,
I look up to the sky.
Sky thick with black,
no stars I see-
Except for one great ball.
It turns its glowing face to me
and whispers "You're so small.
Your problems, they're so small.
Your actions, they're so small.
Every thought and feeling that
you have is very small.
And who should catch you if you fall?
Who should care about one so small?
For when you pass on, there will come more.
With more small problems to endure. ...
#moon
#SelfReflection
38 reads
14 Comments
Equivocater
Peculiarlad
Peculiarlad
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 5:12pm
12th Jan 2019 5:12pm
See 10
I see 10 things in this room
That appeal to me in any form
Be it the door, the computer or the desk
All at equilibrium, at rest
All silent and dormant
Quite the antithesis of STORMONT
Time has passed to see more lives wither
And pass, the dormant
In life some foretold anecdotal trivia by the clairvoyant
And some engrossed in their conservative ways stay somewhat fervent
Unable to mount their attack
On capitalisms exploitable back,
To say the latter is postmodern slavery is to twist my cap back,
To go against any intellectual...
That appeal to me in any form
Be it the door, the computer or the desk
All at equilibrium, at rest
All silent and dormant
Quite the antithesis of STORMONT
Time has passed to see more lives wither
And pass, the dormant
In life some foretold anecdotal trivia by the clairvoyant
And some engrossed in their conservative ways stay somewhat fervent
Unable to mount their attack
On capitalisms exploitable back,
To say the latter is postmodern slavery is to twist my cap back,
To go against any intellectual...
#politics
#consumerism
#HumanRights
10 reads
0 Comments
Guts
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 11:20pm
1st Jan 2019 11:20pm
The Understanding Father
I just want this to be over
But i'm not even born yet
The life that i know
Is not what i wanted.
All that comes with this
Is nothing but struggle,
Endless waves of sadness
But it wasn't the other
That did this to all of us,
Brother,mother or lover!
We did it,not you not me
We,as a united family!
Our hands caused what we all have
But the things are good and bad
I don't hate everything created,
I am mad and i cant help that.
Mad for all the beauty in this world,
Mad for everything we...
But i'm not even born yet
The life that i know
Is not what i wanted.
All that comes with this
Is nothing but struggle,
Endless waves of sadness
But it wasn't the other
That did this to all of us,
Brother,mother or lover!
We did it,not you not me
We,as a united family!
Our hands caused what we all have
But the things are good and bad
I don't hate everything created,
I am mad and i cant help that.
Mad for all the beauty in this world,
Mad for everything we...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#earth
32 reads
3 Comments
Tardegrade
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 8:35pm
13th Jan 2019 8:35pm
Super
A flick of wrist
A moment of concentration
And pebbles dance
Like dangling participles
A tiny leap of imagination
And I soar to stratosphere
Caressing clouds
In starlit bliss
A casual glance
And I know hunger,
The frantic thoughts
Of passing seagulls
I lay down my pen,
Return to earth
And feel the bitterness
Of oblivious passers-by
And the inevitable invisibility
Of homelessness
Humility gifts
Superhuman sight
To see the tired and hungry
Cowering in corners
...
A moment of concentration
And pebbles dance
Like dangling participles
A tiny leap of imagination
And I soar to stratosphere
Caressing clouds
In starlit bliss
A casual glance
And I know hunger,
The frantic thoughts
Of passing seagulls
I lay down my pen,
Return to earth
And feel the bitterness
Of oblivious passers-by
And the inevitable invisibility
Of homelessness
Humility gifts
Superhuman sight
To see the tired and hungry
Cowering in corners
...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
25 reads
2 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
Today 00:10am
Today 00:10am
what we never knew
We end up missing
what we never knew;
Chasing memories
we've never seen;
Wondering when
our paths were skewed;
Longing for times we've never been,
Hoping for anything but
solitude.
•
what we never knew;
Chasing memories
we've never seen;
Wondering when
our paths were skewed;
Longing for times we've never been,
Hoping for anything but
solitude.
•
#dreams
#memories
26 reads
2 Comments
Cocoa
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 8:53pm
18th Dec 2018 8:53pm
The Blessings of the Ankh
Such a beautiful amulet of breath as the wearer to life
Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphic of old, to the wearer disavowal of mythical strife
An emblem to a Deity of the Egyptian pantheon
From the wondrous Amazon to the rulers of Babylon
Worn by Pharaoh where ever he may go
Egyptian mummification ceremonies, laid upon, as the last rites were written as told
Breath of life through its electromagnetic properties waved under the nose
The body of preservation
A religious practice without any reservations
The three apparatuses of such a...
Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphic of old, to the wearer disavowal of mythical strife
An emblem to a Deity of the Egyptian pantheon
From the wondrous Amazon to the rulers of Babylon
Worn by Pharaoh where ever he may go
Egyptian mummification ceremonies, laid upon, as the last rites were written as told
Breath of life through its electromagnetic properties waved under the nose
The body of preservation
A religious practice without any reservations
The three apparatuses of such a...
#TruthOfLife
#meditation
#philosophical
55 reads
2 Comments
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