Popular Observational Poems
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world - Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Ahavati
Poem Published
5th Jul 2018 00:52am
5th Jul 2018 00:52am
All-American Immigrants
Let freedom flay
our gluttonous memory
Replay forgotten history;
an infant survives only
by fleeing his country
Religious freedom
birthed on new soil
of humble beginnings--
natives opening hands
as wings to immigrants
Let it sever callous minds
greed, apathy
self-serving hypocrisy
resource-driven profit
over aesthetic beauty
Let freedom flay
our ignorant blindness ...
our gluttonous memory
Replay forgotten history;
an infant survives only
by fleeing his country
Religious freedom
birthed on new soil
of humble beginnings--
natives opening hands
as wings to immigrants
Let it sever callous minds
greed, apathy
self-serving hypocrisy
resource-driven profit
over aesthetic beauty
Let freedom flay
our ignorant blindness ...
#religion
#spiritual
#redemption
123 reads
30 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2018 6:16am
2nd Jul 2018 6:16am
The Ghostwriter
Every single letter
I’ve written to you is a fabrication.
Did you think
I'm capable of writing
such beautiful poetry
with perfect metaphors
smiling at similes.
Waiting patiently for your reply
night after night
reluctantly reposed with one eye
reconstructing
every form like an architectural masterpiece
building bridges without a blueprint.
This world we speak of
is a fabrication
Spinning theories:
yin and yang at war
reclining opposites
heads and tails
black and white ...
I’ve written to you is a fabrication.
Did you think
I'm capable of writing
such beautiful poetry
with perfect metaphors
smiling at similes.
Waiting patiently for your reply
night after night
reluctantly reposed with one eye
reconstructing
every form like an architectural masterpiece
building bridges without a blueprint.
This world we speak of
is a fabrication
Spinning theories:
yin and yang at war
reclining opposites
heads and tails
black and white ...
#WritingPoetry
121 reads
23 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Jul 2018 12:12pm
14th Jul 2018 12:12pm
Last Night I Felt Like a Writer
Forward:
I wrote this poem about my cousin 5 years ago and posted it on DUP.
I never told my cousin I had written it until last night. You see he is man of priniciples, some of which I don't agree. I knew that he didn't consider poetry any good unless it rhymes. Rhyming never my style I was hesitant to read it to him thinking my message of the poem would get lost because of style.
Last night I read it to him on the phone. I could hold it back no further.
We had always been close growing up, he being 10 years older. Kind of like the brother I never...
I wrote this poem about my cousin 5 years ago and posted it on DUP.
I never told my cousin I had written it until last night. You see he is man of priniciples, some of which I don't agree. I knew that he didn't consider poetry any good unless it rhymes. Rhyming never my style I was hesitant to read it to him thinking my message of the poem would get lost because of style.
Last night I read it to him on the phone. I could hold it back no further.
We had always been close growing up, he being 10 years older. Kind of like the brother I never...
#LifeAsAWriter
40 reads
22 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
4th Jul 2018 12:09pm
4th Jul 2018 12:09pm
It's Independence Day and I'm up Early Deleting Poems
Some poens aren't meant to be around long
Bukowski never deleted anything
When he died they found boxes and boxes of unpublished work
This is what he did, in between drinking and whoring
Some people compare my style to his
He got there first
Felt no shame about his content
I feel shame all the time
I write a lot of fuck and suck
In your face, direct no filter
I enjoy writing them at the time
They will not live in infamy, couple of days, maybe ....
Bukowski never deleted anything
When he died they found boxes and boxes of unpublished work
This is what he did, in between drinking and whoring
Some people compare my style to his
He got there first
Felt no shame about his content
I feel shame all the time
I write a lot of fuck and suck
In your face, direct no filter
I enjoy writing them at the time
They will not live in infamy, couple of days, maybe ....
#LifeAsAWriter
51 reads
23 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2018 6:48pm
2nd Jul 2018 6:48pm
Pen and Paper Redux
I fantasize about writing longhand in a notebook
My handwriting so bad though
Would be hard to decipher later on
Still, it's a romantic notion of literature
To have that book with me at all times
I'll never do it though
The fantasy better than the reality
Like looking forward to a vacation
The look forward reigns supreme
The reality often traffic, lines and people I abhor
My handwriting so bad though
Would be hard to decipher later on
Still, it's a romantic notion of literature
To have that book with me at all times
I'll never do it though
The fantasy better than the reality
Like looking forward to a vacation
The look forward reigns supreme
The reality often traffic, lines and people I abhor
#LifeAsAWriter
67 reads
24 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 9:27pm
19th Jun 2018 9:27pm
Border Lines
The child has her number memorized
An aunt beyond the fence
Waiting for her little niece
Waiting for the call
The child forced into a tent
Then not a further sign
Few news crews allowed to check
Reveal what's inside
No clue as to policy
Confusion as to law
Detention centers on the rise
Expanding while a child cries.
An aunt beyond the fence
Waiting for her little niece
Waiting for the call
The child forced into a tent
Then not a further sign
Few news crews allowed to check
Reveal what's inside
No clue as to policy
Confusion as to law
Detention centers on the rise
Expanding while a child cries.
#sadness
#children
#family
#politics
#confusion
75 reads
14 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Jul 2018 1:13pm
1st Jul 2018 1:13pm
Summer in the City, Everyone Leaves, I Stay
Truth is I'm a loner
When everyone is there
I want to be here
Holiday weekends are the best
I always wonder where everyone goes
Memorial Day I went to visit my sister
One of the few times I traveled with the masses
Traffic sucked, not doing that again
I love the empty city vibe
Walking the side streets
Studying architecture
Having a beer in a near empty bar
When everyone is there
I want to be here
Holiday weekends are the best
I always wonder where everyone goes
Memorial Day I went to visit my sister
One of the few times I traveled with the masses
Traffic sucked, not doing that again
I love the empty city vibe
Walking the side streets
Studying architecture
Having a beer in a near empty bar
#LifeCycle
60 reads
19 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2018 9:04am
23rd Jun 2018 9:04am
Hymns Of A Rose
tis a Rose
birthed with the restlessness of love
embedded in a purity so fragile..so delicate
underappreciated..never reciprocated
wandering alone unsheathed
in a world amongst the misbegotten yet
never to blend in a field of weeds
a soul sojourner seeking truth beyond
the mythos of sex and the hypes of society
possessed with a type of propriety
that unnerves the modern man..out of place
hoping to reserve a space just for one
coping with the pressures of time
yearning to one...
birthed with the restlessness of love
embedded in a purity so fragile..so delicate
underappreciated..never reciprocated
wandering alone unsheathed
in a world amongst the misbegotten yet
never to blend in a field of weeds
a soul sojourner seeking truth beyond
the mythos of sex and the hypes of society
possessed with a type of propriety
that unnerves the modern man..out of place
hoping to reserve a space just for one
coping with the pressures of time
yearning to one...
#love
#courage
#inspirational #redemption
#inspirational #redemption
139 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Jun 2018 2:26pm
28th Jun 2018 2:26pm
Sexy as f**k
That's you
Accept it
You didn't do anything special
It started with that green dress
Messed around with my brain jar for years
You should look for it
Model it again for me
Rewards babe
Check your balance
Accept it
You didn't do anything special
It started with that green dress
Messed around with my brain jar for years
You should look for it
Model it again for me
Rewards babe
Check your balance
#erotic
78 reads
21 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 8:59am
22nd Jun 2018 8:59am
Woman Of Art
Without words, but not without silk
a dance, a sundown sweeps
dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves
low soaring in a golden autumn glow
koto plucking fingers flow
The kimono bestows her
a frame of winter frost
frail forearms chambered into sleeves
lines of brocade pine trees
their needles bare of snow
Moonshadow muses
and a choice infusion, verdant, a spring
showcased through steam
Lips pursed - petals rouge
cheeks pressed white
green pressed tea
Midsummer now ...
a dance, a sundown sweeps
dashing dragons - scales of falling leaves
low soaring in a golden autumn glow
koto plucking fingers flow
The kimono bestows her
a frame of winter frost
frail forearms chambered into sleeves
lines of brocade pine trees
their needles bare of snow
Moonshadow muses
and a choice infusion, verdant, a spring
showcased through steam
Lips pursed - petals rouge
cheeks pressed white
green pressed tea
Midsummer now ...
#historical
65 reads
10 Comments
AtoMikbomb
Poem Published
6th Jul 2018 10:25am
6th Jul 2018 10:25am
Culmination
There's nothing owed;
an offshoot hails
this alternate mainsail
draped in linen canvas;
a gossamer net pregnant with gales
Brine is brusque on the tender of us
salt seasons our seasons
Eyelashes fresh with sunlight to catch
We brim with psyches stocked
to the brim
And what is our scent?
Fragrant years flung
hearts strung out - dried daylong
on the end of a prong
Lifelines swaying from skies
signs of living
as we die
Hieroglyphs hung too high
an offshoot hails
this alternate mainsail
draped in linen canvas;
a gossamer net pregnant with gales
Brine is brusque on the tender of us
salt seasons our seasons
Eyelashes fresh with sunlight to catch
We brim with psyches stocked
to the brim
And what is our scent?
Fragrant years flung
hearts strung out - dried daylong
on the end of a prong
Lifelines swaying from skies
signs of living
as we die
Hieroglyphs hung too high
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
46 reads
15 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 12:01pm
22nd Jun 2018 12:01pm
Words
I do so love
them
all of their most splendid
aspects
From how they appear
peering up
from the stark page
black fonted physicality
Clustered close together
huddling in lines
long and short
woven gently into stanzas
How each one
sounds
when softly spoken
tickling my longing ear
Capturing the fleeting
moment
between my vital breaths
this whisper of soul
them
all of their most splendid
aspects
From how they appear
peering up
from the stark page
black fonted physicality
Clustered close together
huddling in lines
long and short
woven gently into stanzas
How each one
sounds
when softly spoken
tickling my longing ear
Capturing the fleeting
moment
between my vital breaths
this whisper of soul
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
12 Comments
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