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
11th Sep 2019 10:32pm
11th Sep 2019 10:32pm
What I have learned
of Friends or frenemies
depends solely on actions
A friend does not manipulate emotion
to mental detriment
for personal reasons;
nor entertain rumors
or fans discordant flames;
but, listens instead—
offers alternate perspectives
creating space
for peace to breathe
Think about it this way. . .
vs -
Did you see what s/he wrote?!
Like, OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just KNOW it was about YOU
or, ME(ALL ABOUT MEEEEE)!
Or US! ...
depends solely on actions
A friend does not manipulate emotion
to mental detriment
for personal reasons;
nor entertain rumors
or fans discordant flames;
but, listens instead—
offers alternate perspectives
creating space
for peace to breathe
Think about it this way. . .
vs -
Did you see what s/he wrote?!
Like, OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just KNOW it was about YOU
or, ME(ALL ABOUT MEEEEE)!
Or US! ...
#friendship
#SelfDiscovery
#responsibility #wisdom
#responsibility #wisdom
168 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
25th Aug 2019 5:44pm
25th Aug 2019 5:44pm
Amazon
visual design
#forest
#trees
#animals
#fire
#nature
230 reads
28 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 9:33pm
26th Aug 2019 9:33pm
Afternoon intermission.
I didn’t care about the crappy pasta
or the man with the overly hairy arms serving it to me
I had an hour to kill before happy hour
so I ate something
and sat there
patiently waiting
or the man with the overly hairy arms serving it to me
I had an hour to kill before happy hour
so I ate something
and sat there
patiently waiting
#alcohol
133 reads
35 Comments
butters
Jan
Jan
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 4:36am
17th Sep 2019 4:36am
bleeders
with experience comes
a thinning of the blood
a coolness of the brain that
lifts the mists
and in the grass
the liars sharp as glass
are easier to see
handy that
for bleeders
such as me
a thinning of the blood
a coolness of the brain that
lifts the mists
and in the grass
the liars sharp as glass
are easier to see
handy that
for bleeders
such as me
#SelfDiscovery
67 reads
31 Comments
LobodeSanPedro
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 10:16am
27th Aug 2019 10:16am
Broken
She delights in the most improbable.
like breaking her crayons 🖍 to hear the pop.
a testament to the strength she’s developed in 967 days
But when she’s done
So are they
She wants no part of the tattered ones
Dutiful father.
I pick them up
Not able to teach her
just yet
that the tattered ones
paint the best stories.
Their armor easily
And willing shed to provide brilliant texture and contrast
I’ll try to teach her to love
the broken ones
Even as they grow smaller and...
like breaking her crayons 🖍 to hear the pop.
a testament to the strength she’s developed in 967 days
But when she’s done
So are they
She wants no part of the tattered ones
Dutiful father.
I pick them up
Not able to teach her
just yet
that the tattered ones
paint the best stories.
Their armor easily
And willing shed to provide brilliant texture and contrast
I’ll try to teach her to love
the broken ones
Even as they grow smaller and...
#children
#humankind
#inequality
123 reads
17 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 11:54pm
29th Aug 2019 11:54pm
Platitudinous
Too many egos strung along on high wired kite string
strung taut in the beginning
now loosely swings in the balance of no retort
The flurry of writers achingly waiting for the honey’d
response to their spill
failing to read and respond to their NEW followers
……….DEAD SPOT
Fuck me
Fuck them
Fuck
Kind of boooooooooooooring when a shared
exchange of praise, thanx and idea
fail to drop
on our lawn
before
evaporation.
strung taut in the beginning
now loosely swings in the balance of no retort
The flurry of writers achingly waiting for the honey’d
response to their spill
failing to read and respond to their NEW followers
……….DEAD SPOT
Fuck me
Fuck them
Fuck
Kind of boooooooooooooring when a shared
exchange of praise, thanx and idea
fail to drop
on our lawn
before
evaporation.
#LifeAsAWriter
#learning
99 reads
36 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 11:07pm
14th Sep 2019 11:07pm
rain
there is a dent
in reality
ants crawl the
sugar bowl
there is something
wrong w/ the sun,
it smiles no longer
the young wear
old expressions
on their faces
the sky is
incontinent
of sadness
and everyone
dreams of San
Francisco
it's warm, blue
sky filled with
seagulls flying about
like mad angels above
ombre harbours
but for now, puddles
invite raindrops to
visit and stay awhile
and all that is left...
in reality
ants crawl the
sugar bowl
there is something
wrong w/ the sun,
it smiles no longer
the young wear
old expressions
on their faces
the sky is
incontinent
of sadness
and everyone
dreams of San
Francisco
it's warm, blue
sky filled with
seagulls flying about
like mad angels above
ombre harbours
but for now, puddles
invite raindrops to
visit and stay awhile
and all that is left...
#humankind
55 reads
15 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:55am
Yesterday 9:55am
Lacrimation
Funny how this word
when it's heard
echoes forth sterile
so clinical
Despite always being
the pinnacle
of deep seated emotion
an ocean of woe
As tears trickle down
earthward
watering the world
with sobbing sorrow
Distilled despair
for those that care
leaving me unfurled
fully spent
For it is so true
water is life
even in strife
proving itself again and again
when it's heard
echoes forth sterile
so clinical
Despite always being
the pinnacle
of deep seated emotion
an ocean of woe
As tears trickle down
earthward
watering the world
with sobbing sorrow
Distilled despair
for those that care
leaving me unfurled
fully spent
For it is so true
water is life
even in strife
proving itself again and again
#sadness
53 reads
14 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 1:40am
11th Sep 2019 1:40am
it is so full here in myself
( after Rupi Kaur )
you have never known a creature as myself
i grew from the soil
all else was born from my secrets
overflowing from my belly as wilderness
and from my long dark hair as rain
but also like a tiger
much preparation went into
this honeyed defiance
to take it seriously
yet my skin is rosewood and i have
cultured the sandalwood from myself
but that does not mean
i will be tamed
you have never known a creature as myself
i grew from the soil
all else was born from my secrets
overflowing from my belly as wilderness
and from my long dark hair as rain
but also like a tiger
much preparation went into
this honeyed defiance
to take it seriously
yet my skin is rosewood and i have
cultured the sandalwood from myself
but that does not mean
i will be tamed
#birth
#identity
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#RupiKaur
106 reads
23 Comments
MysticalRose
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 10:30am
5th Sep 2019 10:30am
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
lost in the love of that loony guy
losing their petals... their existence...
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
lost in the love of that loony guy
losing their petals... their existence...
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#love
#flowers
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
109 reads
22 Comments
Magdalena
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 11:28pm
27th Aug 2019 11:28pm
i welcome your leaving
how to lay in the field when you burn so hot, I would be ash to your glare
the moon loves me most, his tender stroke lights me fair and pure
smiling to myself as new air fresh and fragrant carrying autumn's perfume
catches my fiery hair, sending it up in wild streams
and i welcome it,open my arms wide and bask in its cooling flurry
the earth at my feet sighing in relief to the rain squeezing itself from nimbus clouds
common daisies purr against my bare skin, their days getting shorter
carrying them indoors making them beautiful in...
#summer
153 reads
14 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 5:51pm
10th Sep 2019 5:51pm
Brexit Ultra
Some moments in political history
are like this:
On a green hill
stands a thousand year old oak tree
with a sword propped against its massive trunk
plus a noose hanging from a large branch.
And the choice for the ‘right honourable’ politicians is?
Either fall on the sword -
or put the noose around your neck
and step off the soap-box
trusting a mature angel will get there before a fallen angel
and glancing at the crossed scales on another green hill not so far away
will pick up the sword
and use it wisely.
are like this:
On a green hill
stands a thousand year old oak tree
with a sword propped against its massive trunk
plus a noose hanging from a large branch.
And the choice for the ‘right honourable’ politicians is?
Either fall on the sword -
or put the noose around your neck
and step off the soap-box
trusting a mature angel will get there before a fallen angel
and glancing at the crossed scales on another green hill not so far away
will pick up the sword
and use it wisely.
#politics
74 reads
20 Comments
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