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.
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Oct 2018 3:30pm
12th Oct 2018 3:30pm
Foliage
This damp chill does fill
the morning Berkshire air
despite the sweatery hug
of brown cable knit wool
While verdant hills roll on
forever unending
dappled with this smattering -
orange, gold, and red glint
The surest most hint
a divine sign
the Artist has just left
Her autumnal canvas ...
But for how long
this briskest of times
will She now vacate
Her bucolic studio
Leaving me here
alone once more
stubby pencil in hand ...
the morning Berkshire air
despite the sweatery hug
of brown cable knit wool
While verdant hills roll on
forever unending
dappled with this smattering -
orange, gold, and red glint
The surest most hint
a divine sign
the Artist has just left
Her autumnal canvas ...
But for how long
this briskest of times
will She now vacate
Her bucolic studio
Leaving me here
alone once more
stubby pencil in hand ...
#fall
#spiritual
92 reads
47 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2018 5:51pm
23rd Sep 2018 5:51pm
Autumnal
Sol once again
shifts
his royal arc
softening his gaze
While I sit
transcribe
decipher
the lengthening shadows
Paying notice
to no real timekeeping
just another deep tick mark
in balmy September sand
Then wondering again
as I oft do
about his true position
on my sundial ...
Heralding midmorning
highest noon
or
his final most casting
shifts
his royal arc
softening his gaze
While I sit
transcribe
decipher
the lengthening shadows
Paying notice
to no real timekeeping
just another deep tick mark
in balmy September sand
Then wondering again
as I oft do
about his true position
on my sundial ...
Heralding midmorning
highest noon
or
his final most casting
#death
#fall
#LifeCycle
90 reads
41 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
25th Sep 2018 4:26am
25th Sep 2018 4:26am
Lady Liberty
Being a strong woman
isn't always easy;
but, it's necessary to survive
an onslaught of baseless
abuse and accusations
so often thrown our way
We've been owned, sold
controlled far too long
by our male counterparts
their dominating fists
and sexual advances
often ignored by society
We've been beaten, disgraced
paraded through streets
until...
isn't always easy;
but, it's necessary to survive
an onslaught of baseless
abuse and accusations
so often thrown our way
We've been owned, sold
controlled far too long
by our male counterparts
their dominating fists
and sexual advances
often ignored by society
We've been beaten, disgraced
paraded through streets
until...
#women
#feminism
#morality
168 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
29th Sep 2018 6:52am
29th Sep 2018 6:52am
Casting Spells
Walk with me
through these shorter days
of imagination's edge
Everyone will know
how taken I am with you
because my gate swings wide
at the mention your name
I'll cast you a flash
of Sweet Autumn Clematis
from nature's bureau
Houses in the countryside
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation
Near the pond
molting trees are shedding
thick as evening fog
I learned to shape spells
from their burnt and blemished leaves ...
through these shorter days
of imagination's edge
Everyone will know
how taken I am with you
because my gate swings wide
at the mention your name
I'll cast you a flash
of Sweet Autumn Clematis
from nature's bureau
Houses in the countryside
become quiet white ducks
squatting and writing legislation
Near the pond
molting trees are shedding
thick as evening fog
I learned to shape spells
from their burnt and blemished leaves ...
#love
#countryside
#universe #fall
#universe #fall
154 reads
16 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2018 3:54pm
22nd Sep 2018 3:54pm
Whore's Glory
#lust
#temptation
121 reads
29 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
11th Oct 2018 3:07pm
11th Oct 2018 3:07pm
Deep Within
Gentle as a midday summertime breeze the tenderest of touches percolate
bringing on soft palpitations
to a heart that is warm and full
I look to you, resting, so beautiful resting
whisked away in some foreign land
where simplicity and happiness reside
and that cold, she never comes inside
the sun lifts her head over the horizon
and the day struggles to begin
lift your eyes to your surroundings
and thoughts lying deep within
bringing on soft palpitations
to a heart that is warm and full
I look to you, resting, so beautiful resting
whisked away in some foreign land
where simplicity and happiness reside
and that cold, she never comes inside
the sun lifts her head over the horizon
and the day struggles to begin
lift your eyes to your surroundings
and thoughts lying deep within
#love
#beauty
#dreams #peace
#dreams #peace
55 reads
23 Comments
Angelast1
Poem Published
12th Oct 2018 2:46am
12th Oct 2018 2:46am
Money
Hate it
or love it
You can't deny
you need it
Too little or nothing
can end you up
in the streets
Too much of it
can rot your soul
It is not who you are
It can't buy you love
but you need some
to give you the peace of mind
from where you can be
loving with yourself and others
All the people
who say that money is just an idea
had plenty of it
All the people
who say that it doesn't make a difference
have never lived out of a car
All the people
who have ever been in the streets ...
or love it
You can't deny
you need it
Too little or nothing
can end you up
in the streets
Too much of it
can rot your soul
It is not who you are
It can't buy you love
but you need some
to give you the peace of mind
from where you can be
loving with yourself and others
All the people
who say that money is just an idea
had plenty of it
All the people
who say that it doesn't make a difference
have never lived out of a car
All the people
who have ever been in the streets ...
#LifeStruggles
#money
#poverty
42 reads
27 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 00:51am
2nd Oct 2018 00:51am
Wind Witch
She doesn't need an umbrella
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines ...
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines ...
#hope
#dreams
#rain
#nature
#books
143 reads
17 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
25th Sep 2018 6:30am
25th Sep 2018 6:30am
this too shall pass... a cold observation
time
is cold
its bitch of a daughter
history
is nobody's friend
today
money
muscle
media
may be your tools
to squash
bury
incinerate
the truth
bask not
dear despot
dear misogynist
dear tyrant
the so called shock jock
in the falsified
make believe glory
the bitch
the whore
that is history
will confine
you
and your truth
to its
rotten rancid pages
the blight
on humanity
that you are
who
only cared for ...
is cold
its bitch of a daughter
history
is nobody's friend
today
money
muscle
media
may be your tools
to squash
bury
incinerate
the truth
bask not
dear despot
dear misogynist
dear tyrant
the so called shock jock
in the falsified
make believe glory
the bitch
the whore
that is history
will confine
you
and your truth
to its
rotten rancid pages
the blight
on humanity
that you are
who
only cared for ...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
85 reads
18 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Oct 2018 11:58am
5th Oct 2018 11:58am
Beer and Spicy Food
Saw a Broadway show last night
Took the train back to our nabe
Pub on the corner wasn't crowded
Serves food till 2 am
Had a pint of Fat Tire and a plate of spicy nachos
Man that was good
They do a good pour there
Icy cold
Perfect with the fire in my belly
Knew I wasn't gonna sleep well
Peeing long streams all night
Still worth it
They were playing Sultans of Swing on the jukebox
Local crowd
Sports on all TeeVees
Life is good sometimes
Beer and Spicy food
Broadway show
Iconic NYC
It's why I live here
Took the train back to our nabe
Pub on the corner wasn't crowded
Serves food till 2 am
Had a pint of Fat Tire and a plate of spicy nachos
Man that was good
They do a good pour there
Icy cold
Perfect with the fire in my belly
Knew I wasn't gonna sleep well
Peeing long streams all night
Still worth it
They were playing Sultans of Swing on the jukebox
Local crowd
Sports on all TeeVees
Life is good sometimes
Beer and Spicy food
Broadway show
Iconic NYC
It's why I live here
#city
44 reads
21 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 00:33am
4th Oct 2018 00:33am
An Inference of Age
I'm old(er)
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
My mother was buried at 34;
never lived to see me graduate
marry, or give birth
to the next generation of her
I remember thinking
how old she was
But, recognized my ignorance
when I actually matured
I recognize yours too-
and laugh ( though not deridingly )
enough to...
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
My mother was buried at 34;
never lived to see me graduate
marry, or give birth
to the next generation of her
I remember thinking
how old she was
But, recognized my ignorance
when I actually matured
I recognize yours too-
and laugh ( though not deridingly )
enough to...
#happiness
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#aging
#gratitude
137 reads
18 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 2:12pm
3rd Oct 2018 2:12pm
the dead of the heart
are much better off
for they deal
far less
the longer a
beating
living one
stays
inside of the chest
the more
the agony
is pumped across
every
single
vein
days
of the living
dead
are much easier
than those
of the dead living
this
my friend
is
worse
than a death sentence
at least there
is the certainty
of the
end
for they deal
far less
the longer a
beating
living one
stays
inside of the chest
the more
the agony
is pumped across
every
single
vein
days
of the living
dead
are much easier
than those
of the dead living
this
my friend
is
worse
than a death sentence
at least there
is the certainty
of the
end
#love
#nature
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
74 reads
16 Comments
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