Observational Poems by New Members
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
butters
Jan
Jan
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 6:28pm
18th Sep 2019 6:28pm
thoughts and prayers
it is said...
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh, how they pray
that the same god they
confess to each saturday,
before partaking of symbols
body and blood on a sunday,
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
and how he'll not notice
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly, without proper permit
and the turgid little hope
that burns just below their heart
that he'll allow just one screamer
allahu akbar!!
to rise up in passion ...
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh, how they pray
that the same god they
confess to each saturday,
before partaking of symbols
body and blood on a sunday,
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
and how he'll not notice
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly, without proper permit
and the turgid little hope
that burns just below their heart
that he'll allow just one screamer
allahu akbar!!
to rise up in passion ...
#violence
#power
#politics #racism
#politics #racism
52 reads
9 Comments
Kaleidoscope_Heart
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
16th Sep 2019 5:31pm
Getting Real
We are most fascinated what we are often afraid of being: Real.
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
Because Real is not always pretty.
It’s not always finished.
It’s not always ready.
It’s not always what is expected, accepted
predicted,
loved or
kind.
Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.
It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.
It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.
When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.
Real is what is happening right...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#evolution #healing
#evolution #healing
36 reads
0 Comments
Lethaniel
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:53pm
12th Sep 2019 2:53pm
Hearts
The place where broken hearts go
not near nor far no ones know
It has no dimension or time
Got no name or frame
Its someting more its something broken
Cause ive been there
Plenty of times even now
Am still seated in close proximity
Cause one can never dwell to far
Because one never knows when the time breaks through
To head back in the place
Where broken hearts dwell
not near nor far no ones know
It has no dimension or time
Got no name or frame
Its someting more its something broken
Cause ive been there
Plenty of times even now
Am still seated in close proximity
Cause one can never dwell to far
Because one never knows when the time breaks through
To head back in the place
Where broken hearts dwell
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
39 reads
2 Comments
Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:46pm
Yesterday 7:46pm
Attitude And Ego
Attitude and ego
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
#identity
11 reads
4 Comments
TheVoidSpeaks
Void
Void
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 9:03pm
6th Sep 2019 9:03pm
I forgot
The question is asked in darkness
As the light was still young
Too small to be carried beyond
Over the threshold and out from the void.
In haste it died and was no more.
I am the ego brain, the roots of the tree of life
Before victory, we wander a maze
designed by a mad god and his animal servant
Your choices are to weep, cope, fly, forget then die
Not many get out alive...
Many misleading shortcuts call you close,
And many pray for you to lose.
Some sell it all for loud applause.
We look for comfort within the...
As the light was still young
Too small to be carried beyond
Over the threshold and out from the void.
In haste it died and was no more.
I am the ego brain, the roots of the tree of life
Before victory, we wander a maze
designed by a mad god and his animal servant
Your choices are to weep, cope, fly, forget then die
Not many get out alive...
Many misleading shortcuts call you close,
And many pray for you to lose.
Some sell it all for loud applause.
We look for comfort within the...
#separation
37 reads
2 Comments
Jiminex
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 9:16pm
8th Sep 2019 9:16pm
Just my view
The world isn't the same
Younger generation is to blame
Is it really we failed you
Each has opinions on what is true
Technology can take the guilt
Though it does the thing for it was built
We keep passing our shame
Its someone else leave out my name
No sin today is different than then
History repeats its self time and again
We have accessibility to do more
Yet we continue just as before
Cant point a finger get way more back
Isn't whos fault!! how to correct that
Crazy is to...
Younger generation is to blame
Is it really we failed you
Each has opinions on what is true
Technology can take the guilt
Though it does the thing for it was built
We keep passing our shame
Its someone else leave out my name
No sin today is different than then
History repeats its self time and again
We have accessibility to do more
Yet we continue just as before
Cant point a finger get way more back
Isn't whos fault!! how to correct that
Crazy is to...
#technology
#freedom
#responsibility
46 reads
10 Comments
Maeve
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
14th Sep 2019 7:57pm
The Valley of Ashes
Prosperity depends
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
On those willing to sacrifice their bones
For the rungs of its ladder:
Ash smothers sunlight
The phoenix impotent, unable to resurrect
Choking, sputtering
Victim of silk-stocking poachers
Pervasive ash defiles pink lungs
A decaying fungus
Violating bodies, corrupting spirits
Before dousing out sanguine sparks
It is here that the river Styx,
With froth of dust and surf of soot,
Sunders the world of the living
From hegemonized proletariats
During their sprint to heaven ...
#corruption
#oppression
#power #inequality
#power #inequality
22 reads
0 Comments
Tunde_e
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 11:33pm
10th Sep 2019 11:33pm
It hurts my eyes
You were hungry and little would grow.
Everyone wears dark clothes and sighs.
The stones are slippery, they walk slow.
Dalmatians have sad donkey eyes.
From the black hole of your memory,
I watch the morning scene in surprise.
White pebbles, blue umbrellas, still sea,
sunlit, dazzling. It hurts my eyes.
Who are all these people? I'm confused.
Those wealthy skins don't tan to leather.
Where are the headscarfed babas who used
trolleybags, and their drear get-togethers?
My raw skin hurts
from the heat of ...
Everyone wears dark clothes and sighs.
The stones are slippery, they walk slow.
Dalmatians have sad donkey eyes.
From the black hole of your memory,
I watch the morning scene in surprise.
White pebbles, blue umbrellas, still sea,
sunlit, dazzling. It hurts my eyes.
Who are all these people? I'm confused.
Those wealthy skins don't tan to leather.
Where are the headscarfed babas who used
trolleybags, and their drear get-togethers?
My raw skin hurts
from the heat of ...
#father
#home
#memories
25 reads
0 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:17am
Yesterday 3:17am
What is in a Name
A rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet,
And a bad egg by another name would still smell just as bad.
Am I the rotten egg or the rose?
I'm not sure.
It's hard to tell,
when I've gone nose blind to myself.
Is it the name then that really counts?
Doesn't the orange taste just as sweet as the "kiperpeel"?
A question for you:
If I were a rose, what name would you give me?
If I am just a rotten egg, what then, would my name be?
And a bad egg by another name would still smell just as bad.
Am I the rotten egg or the rose?
I'm not sure.
It's hard to tell,
when I've gone nose blind to myself.
Is it the name then that really counts?
Doesn't the orange taste just as sweet as the "kiperpeel"?
A question for you:
If I were a rose, what name would you give me?
If I am just a rotten egg, what then, would my name be?
#philosophical
16 reads
0 Comments
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